A/N Guess who's back! I'm so sorry it's been so long guys. It's been an enormously crazy year. I went from a married Mommy of one to a single Mommy of two if you catch my drift. All my other stories are on hiatus at the moment, but I AM working on them, just give me a min. Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy this. I loved writing it and it will continue. I've two chapters written up on the computer now and like 4 others on paper. They will get uploaded though. One more thing before I get started...well actually two. Go read Look Alive, Sunshine by AutumnSkyy. It's freaking awesome and also gave me the idea for this story and also, Andrea is kind of different in this story. Mostly because I liked her for in the first season..and the second and third ones. :) Happy Reading My Lovelies! ~MissP~

Chapter 1

Daryl Dixon wasn't someone you would want to call sweet or kindhearted. Some people called him an ignorant racist jackass. Few people saw the soft side of him. His former stepmother, and his four-year-old sister. His step mom had been there for him since he was fifteen, and had his sister when he was 25. He had a soft spot for them both, especially his little sister. Ever since the outbreak started he'd been running. His father had gotten bitten, served the drunk bastard right, according to Daryl, and his step mother had come down with the fever and died shortly after. Daryl and Merle had been saddled with their four-year-old sister Izabella. Merle had gone over to bring food to them and found the little girl hiding from her recently turned mother in the closet. She was a tough little kid, never cried, and of course with all she'd seen since she was born no one would expect her to. She was a Dixon, and Dixon's didn't cry.

The three of them had shown up at the camp 2 weeks ago with a sleeping little one in Daryl's arms. They asked to stay, and Shane, the one they all looked to for answers and advice, agreed to let them stay. Daryl was to help hunt for food and Merle went with Glen and Jackie and the others to Atlanta to find supplies. Daryl had asked Lori and Carol to watch over his sister. The kid needed a warm place to sleep and people to keep her safe while her fiercest protectors were gone.

Izabella woke up in a strange place again, she was lying in a bed in a camper of some sort and a strange man was across from her. She sat up and then remembered where she was, she was with the strange people at the camp and her Daryl was off hunting. She heard her tummy growl and quietly escaped the camper and went outside in the cool Georgia air. Soon she found a stick and began poking at the remains of the fire, watching the embers turn red and slowly die, sometimes a flicker of flames came up and went back down. She smiled to herself, Daryl had taught her to build a fire last year on her third birthday, and he'd taken her camping because Mama had to work that weekend. He had taught her to fish and which berries were safe to eat and how to catch a squirrel to eat and how to boil water so it would be safe to drink.

'Ya never play with fire Izzy, it's dangerous and you'll burn yerself if yer not careful.'

'Yes Daryl.' She had said, looking at her big brother with admiration. She poked at the embers again and smiled as a flame came up among them. A man, Shane, slowly came out of one of the tents and walked over to her.

"Whatchya doin' there little one?" He asked her as he squatted down beside her and admired the fire she had gotten going.

"Gettin' fire." She muttered, Daryl didn't like Shane…neither did Merle. 'Don't trust 'im 'sfar as I can throw 'im.' He'd told Merle yesterday before he left. They'd both told Izzy to stay close to Carol, and Lori if the former wasn't around. Izzy liked Carol a lot, she reminded her of her Mama before she got sick.

"Careful now. You don't want it to high." Izzy glanced at him and tried not to give him a look.

"I know. My brother taught me how. He knows lots of things." She told him.

Shane smiled at her, "He show ya how to eat a hotdog off a stick?" he asked.

"Uh uh" Eat a hot dog off a stick? Was this man crazy? Daryl showed her how to sharpen sticks and get squirrels and cook them over the fire. But eating a hotdog off a stick? Shane got up and went to the cooler and grabbed two hot dogs,

"Can I borrow that?" He asked. Izzy nodded and handed it over to him. He put one of the hotdogs on it and slowly stuck it in the fire and turned it. "These get too hot to hold when they're done, and when you don't have paper plates it's a life saver." He explained as he took the stick and handed it to her with the cooked food on it. "Blow on it and take a bite." Izzy did just that and smiled at him as she chewed and then took another bite. This thing was good. She looked up to see Carol and Sophia, crawl out of their tent.

"What are you doing Izabella? Come on over here with us." Carol said as she held out her hand to the little girl. Izzy obediently dropped the stick and walked over and took Carols outstretched hand. She looked over at Shane as Carol and Sophia led her away from him. He was watching her with a weird look on his face. She stopped, suddenly she felt very scared of Shane. Carol looked down at the little girl, but didn't realize she was staring at Shane until she reached down and picked her up.

"I don' like him Miss Carol. He's lookin' at me weird."

"Shhh...sweetheart. I know he is. We'll go down to the quarry until Lori and Carl get up. Then we can have some school time. Okay?"

"Yes Miss Carol." Izzy said absentmindedly. Still staring back at Shane.