Ok, this is my first walking dead fic so sorry if it's terrible. And sorry for any spelling errors, OoCs, and language.

Important stuff
This will be a mult-chapter fic.
The little girl is not a Mary-Sue
There will be slash (DarylXGlenn)

Daryl Dixon had always been very levelheaded in fights, and that hadn't changed when the dead started walking. He could be calm in almost any situation, he was always prepared and never surprised, especially when there was a plan, a fool-proof plan. All he was suppose to do was provide cover fire while Glenn ran to the store, graded some supply's and ran back. If his ally was blocked he would run to Rick's ally, send off a signal and they would all meet back at the "base". Simple enough, right. Wrong. Apparently someone up above didn't agree with the plan, because just as the kid was coming out of the store some redhead carrying a large bundle ran up to him, hitting a car and setting off the alarm, and pushed him back into the ally.

The alarm caught the attention of every walker up and down the street, and Daryl had only a moment to close the gate and block them out. He saw Glenn run in the other direction, well at least he was safe. He suddenly remembered the red head and whipped around aiming his cross bow.

"you trying to get yourself killed" He growled as the woman sat there shaking, clutching the bundle closer to her. She looked up, and Daryl had to stop and lower his weapon when he saw that she was crying.

"Hey Red, you alright" The woman stared at him before standing and shoving the bundle into his free hand, he almost dropped it, not expecting the weight. He took a step back when he realized that a chunk of her arm was missing, and another when she started laughing like a madman.

"The Devil has raped me and made me bear his spawn, but I will not care for it any longer, his minions have assured my death and I will go to god" He backed up against the wall as she ran past him, screaming and yelling, into the street. And right into a group of walkers, she only screamed louder as they tore into her. He snapped back to reality as the walkers started coming towards him, he slung his crossbow on his back making sure the strap was secure before drawing a handgun and running to the escape latter. It must have been the adrenalin that got him up there so fast, because the next moment he's sitting on the roof of a building. He jumps when the bundle whimpers, he didn't realize he was still holding it, he pulls back the sheet surrounding it to revile bright green eyes and flaming red hair.

Oh shit

The girl stared at him and all he could do was stare back. She may be six or seven years old, with emerald colored eyes, and red hair that curled slightly and stopped about midback. She was pale, and looked exactly like the crazy woman. Daryl could see a few bruises on her arms and face, he was at a loss for words as they had their little stare down. Finally he let out a sigh and ran a calloused hand over his eyes.

"You got a name" she shook her head.

"Your mama didn't give you a name" No again.

They both looked to the door when they heard the knob rattle, Daryl picked up his cross bow and hoped the little barricade he made, a chair propped under the knob, would hold. He looked to the little girl and was surprised to find her calm, he had expected her to cry like that Sophia girl at camp, instead she just sat there with her hands clasped together in her lap. When she turned to him, her eyes where full of fear. She crawled over and sat against the wall, right next to him, he was about to ask her just what the hell she was doing, but something in him made him stop. He relaxed as he heard the shuffling dead foot steps carry on down the hall of the offices they were currently hiding in. He looked down at the girl again, cuddled up to his side and suddenly felt protective of her.

"We need to get back to the others, we have a camp set up outside of town, your welcome to come along if you like." she nodded.

"You don't talk much do you." she shook her head and put both hands over her mouth.

"Wait, can you talk." she shook her head again. This was going to be a long day.

"alright then, lets get going'' he stood and stretched to loosen his muscles, then he remembered something. " you still don't have a name" seeing the no again he began to list some off.

" how bout little red." she made a face and shook her head fiercely.

"No, ummm Rachel" No again

"Jill." No

"Huh, this is harder then I thought . . . . My grandmothers name was Alykah what do you think of that." she thought for a moment then nodded, thank god, he was running out of names. " Ok Alykah, my name is Daryl Dixon, its nice to meet you." he held out his hand, smiling she shook it.

Glenn wasn't one for worrying, but Daryl should've been back an hour ago, and he was beginning to get tired of pacing back and forth, and Rick was getting tired of watching him.

"I'm sure he's fine, maybe he just had to take the long way back."

"Or maybe he got bitten by that redheaded geek, and is dying in that ally." That made Rick look up from the window he was sitting by, and send the other man a curious glance. Both Daryl and Glenn had been acting funny around each other since the attack on the camp. When Daryl went on a hunt Glenn would act a little sad and watch the woods until he came back. Daryl did the same when Glenn went to the city for food, only he didn't let it show, Rick just knew. Rick was about to ask about it, but was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. They raised their weapons and looked at the door, Glenn was the first to move.

"who's there."

" The pizza delivery guy, who the hell do you think it is. Open the damn door." Glenns face lit up as he rushed to open the door, but fell into a curious look when Daryl walked in holding a little girl.

"Glenn, Rick. This is Alykah."

Alykah - (Ally-kuh)

Thank you for reading, hopefully you enjoyed it, constructive critisim is warmly welcome.