Author Notes: This is my first time doing this, so I'm sorry if I'm horrible at it.

This is set, early season 2. Lauri is still around, as is T-Dog. Basically set right after Hershel's accident.
There is a bit AU and I hope this isn't too hard to keep up with and it is liked. :)
I am not comment begging, just saying if you have suggestions for me PLEASE share!
Like I said, I'm new at this want to be doing it right.
Also, Beta? Anyone interested? Anyway, here is chapter one!

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Snuff - Chapter One - Dumb Girl

Rules were always set in place for a reason. There could be many reasons in fact, however in this case the reasons for simple; stay in, live. Seemed easy enough, though it really wasn't. Especially not for a free spirit such as his. They had been living in the prison for a few weeks now. Things had calmed down quite a bit, if you didn't count the random daily walker that tried to break through the fence. He knew he should have felt happy, grateful even for this peace, yet he just couldn't ease his sense of suffering. He had avoided jails and cages his whole life, and now here he was relying on one to survive. To be honest it made him quite sick to his stomach. He didn't hate the people he was around, in fact in a small way; one he would never admit he even liked them. Well, most of them anyway. Carol was cool, even more so since the way she came back from the loss of Sophia. She was now a strong woman he could hold her own and didn't really need watching anymore. Glenn was annoying... As was Carl... But tolerable enough. Lori was all knocked up and gross as far as he was concerned. That crap about glowing beauty when pregnant made him laugh. As far as he saw it she was just putting everyone in more danger. Then Rick... Yes Rick, he was an all right guy. Daryl avoided putting too much thought into him, knowing if he did he would probably hate him. The others were on his fine line list. He didn't hate them, but he didn't go out of his way for them either. They were innocent people, in a fucked up situation, as was everyone else still alive out there.

He sighed loudly to himself, lightly bouncing his head off the brick wall behind him. The sun was finally high enough in the sky he could see further out. There wasn't much out there save for the one walker who had been stuck in the fence all night by his arm. It was almost amusing, but he had to be put down. Daryl casually stood up and made his way over to the struggling, gurgling beast before shoving an arrow through it's skull. He pulled it back out, cringing a little at the blood and hair that was stuck to the arrow. Not because it grossed him out or anything, but because he had just cleaned them! As the walker fell back Daryl took a moment to observe the outside world beyond the fence. Clear... He took a look back, everyone else was either inside the prison or off doing their own things. He knew if he left they would be worried... They might not have all liked him but no one could deny he was valuable to the team. Plus, rules were stay inside at all times... Dammit that was it. He wanted out, they needed food anyway. They were running low and hiding in a damn cell all day wasn't going to fix that. He quickly rushed towards the nearest gate door and undid the ropes around it. It was one they hadn't sealed all that well, but had planned to later on. He took the time to thank their forgetfulness and slid through the small opening. He closed it back up enough a dim witted walker couldn't get through but he could if he needed it and set off.

The mission was simple; hunt, kill stuff, bring back food. Easy and surly the food would be enough to shut up Ricks inevitable bitching about how he went out alone, and worse left a potential hole for the walkers. He smiled to himself at the thought, honestly he didn't care. What was the worst they would do? Nag him to death? For once he was feeling like his old self, out on his own with only himself to worry about. The freedom to kill whatever and not have women get all grossed out. Freedom, the very thing he had missed. He wondered along for a while, with no signs of walkers. There had been plenty of birds to shoot down but he held out hope for a bigger prize. Not to mention going back anytime soon just killed his buzz. He was high on freedom right now, peaceful, blissful freedom. Nothing could bring him down now, except maybe the unexpected presence of a wolf. He spun around quickly at the sound of the low growl, instantly tripping over his own feet and falling back. In that moment he cursed himself for being so domesticated in such a short time. This was pathetic for him! But time for self loathing had to wait, as the wolf had friends. Two of them in fact, and they all three had their sights set on him. He lifted his bow and chose the closest mutt to shoot, blowing the side of it's face clean off. He had hoped the shot and impact would scare off the other two, but only one backed down the other lunged for him. Daryl grabbed for his knife as the airborne wolf drew ever closer, however before he could even feel the handle of his blade a gunshot went off and he was covered in wolf blood. The shock and impact of the wolf's body was enough to cause him to skip a beat yet again and drop his knife at his side. Not that it mattered now, the shot was loud enough it scared off the other wolf. Daryl shoved off the dead animal and stood quickly, knife in hand. He scanned the area, expecting to see someone from camp, but no one was around. He pulled his arrow out of the head of the dead wolf he'd shot and loaded it, aiming where he had heard the shot. A tree rustled a bit before a loud snapping came from a branch above. Daryl aimed upward, a low growl escaping him as annoyance took over. A small, pale face glanced down at him a look of horror written across it. Daryl lowered his bow a bit. "The hell ya' doin' up there?" He asked the girl who seemed to unwind a bit at the lowering of the weapon.

She scoffed a bit and lowered herself a branch lower, before putting her gun away. "Looks like I'm saving your life" she shot back, before finally landing on the ground with a grunt. "Question is, what are you doing out here? I haven't seen you around..." She said looking him over a bit. She stepped back at the sign of blood on him. "D...Did one get you?" She asked in a voice lower than a whisper.

Daryl just stared at her, she had to be nuts. Either way she had landed on his last nerve. It hadn't even been her fault, but here he was. This girl had to be in her twenties, she wasn't taller than him, but she did have some height on her. Small from not eating, and weak looking because of it as well. Her long hair was a messy ponytail behind her head and he couldn't tell if it was brown or just dirty. She wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't no model either... Though he was sure a shower would improve her looks. All this judging though would be harsh from his head, as she wasn't anywhere near his good side. "Ah coulda taken 'em! You just wanted to play cowgirl!" He shouted, flailing a bit "Whatchu mean one get me?" He looked over himself and laughed sarcastically "oh you mean this WOLF BLOOD! Cause' someun' wanted to go playin' hero! You coulda' shot me!" He yelled not caring how she flinched at every word. He stopped and sighed a bit though when she began avoiding eye contact. "Dumb girl" he muttered before grabbing up the wolf and dragging it to the other. If he could say one thing for her she helped him catch dinner. He put his knife away and threw his bow over his shoulder, grabbing up a wolf leg in each arm. He intended to drag them off and be done with her, but his mind wouldn't let him. He looked back at the girl who was now watching him. Damn it all, this was the end of the world as far as they were concerned why should he care? But then, perhaps not caring is what caused all this in the first place. "How many shots you got left?" He asked her rolling his eyes at his own choices.

The girl jumped a little at being asked a question and fumbled with the small hand gun to open it. "Um, two.." She said with a sigh, realizing her own doomed situation. She looked towards him with an honest hint of hope. Indeed she had been alone quite a long time and while she wasn't ignorant to the fact she had stumbled upon a real asshole, she hoped this asshole could give her at least some sort of chance at survival.

Daryl took note of the look and hoped he wouldn't regret his decisions. "You alone?" He almost hoped she would say she wasn't, so he could yell at her some more and send her on her way. But true to his current string of luck the girl shook her head, implying she was alone. "Fine" he tossed a wolf her way "if ya' can carry that then you can follow me. If not then don't waste my time!" The girl smiled a bit and grabbed the dead animals leg, following a reluctant Daryl back to camp. In the back of her mind she wondered about the choice she had just made, but in this day and age following this creepy, angry, redneck seemed like the best choice she'd made in days.