AN: Hello people! I don't own the Walking Dead (I wish I did so much though D:) All I own are my original characters you find along the way.

WARNING! This story will contain sexual content(like smut and shit [you know you secretly love it] ), rape(later down the line, unfortunately it's necessary for character development), violence(:D It's Walking Dean, man!), foul language at times(like fuck, bitch, shit, ass, etc.), and anything else that can be offensive (I guess)

You have been warned! So don't say I didn't say a damn thing!

Some key reading notes:

"Insert a pick up line to Norman Reedus here!" Italic means thought or flashback (We have those in the story a lot)

"You're thinking of Norman Reedus naked." is regular, obviously. Unless I do something weird to a word to emphasize it.

Bold has no meaning except of Author's notes like this.

Enjoy the story and Please Review. I love hearing thought of others. It keeps me happy and sane and not wanting to go crazy.

Chapter 1:

"Can you look after Carl for me?" Lori asked Diana. Diana looked over at Carl who was coloring with Sophia at their tiny table.

"Of course I will," she nodded. Lori walked off with a plastic basket of dishes. Diana would do anything to get out of dish duty.

It had been two weeks since the outbreak happened. Diana Braddock lived with her twin brother Paul, mother and father that traveled around a lot. They had been living in the same neighborhood as the Grimes family since she was twelve.

When the outbreak happened a walker managed to break into her house and bit Lily. All Diana could do was cry nonstop tears as she was beating the thing dead She yelled over her mother. Paul was visiting Atlanta for a field trip at school during all of this. It might have the last time they saw each other.

Once Lily came back, Diana didn't know what to do, so she ran. She ran to the only friends she knew. Lori allowed her into her house with open arms. Shane took her, Lori, and Carl out of the city and to Atlanta, or what was left of it.

Ultimately, they are now in this camp up in the mountains waiting for some kind of help to arrive. The few people she got along with at the camp were Amy, Andrea, Carol, Sophia, Glenn, Dale, Jacqui, and a little girl she grew to love, Violet . Everyone else she didn't care about.

She found Jim creepy but she pitied him at the same time. Diana didn't really like Carol's husband, Ed, either. She always saw bruises on Carol but no one ever said anything. Then there were the Dixon Brothers. These two, Diana only had one encounter with the youngest and it didn't leave on a good note.

Lori came back making her lose her thought, "Did Carl behave?" This was such a routine that would always happen whenever Lori left Diana to baby-sit.

"Yes, he did. He always does," Diana smiled. Lori looked over at her son then back to the seventeen year old babysitter.

"Can you help me out with the laundry?"

"Yeah, I'll help."

Lori gathered Andrea, Amy, Carol and Jacqui; each had to carry a basket and go around collecting everyone's dirty laundry. Diana was kind of clueless on how this process worked so she asked Amy what to do.

"Just get your laundry and ask around. Simple as that," she smirked.

"Okay but who do I ask? Hi, can you give me your used underwear, stranger?" Diana joked. Amy looked around until her eyes fell on to a tent that was more distant from the others, "How about the Dixon guys."

Diana looked over there with horror, "Umm… I think I'll pass."

"Oh come on, they won't bite."

"Says you! For all we know they're cannibals!" her voice slightly raised. It's not like she could yell even if she tried.

"Just go up and ask them for their dirty clothes," Diana moaned, not wanting to go anywhere near these strangers, but she had too. She needs to do her part for the group. Diana found these two so intimidating that she was afraid that if she looked at them they would skin her.

She reached the tent but it seemed like no one was home, Diana sighed in relief, but then jumped as she heard rustling in the bushes. Out popped the taller brother that had a little bit of brown hair on his head and a biker look to him. Behind him was a man that was a little shorter and had more hair but his eyes were squinting. Maybe the sunlight was in his eyes. He was carrying a cross bow in his hands.

"What do you want?" the younger brother asked in a grouchy mood. She didn't know if it was from their encounter weeks ago or just from now. Diana unfroze but only to hesitate her next words, "It's, umm, laundry day and I came by to ask if you ne-need anything to be cleaned."

The younger brother walked into his tent and pulled out some clothes and threw it in her basket. The older brother started looking at her like she was food.

"Oh God he is a cannibal!" Diana thought.

"How old are you?" He asked looking at her still. Diana got nervous and started to feel sick, "Nope, just a pervert." "Too young to go through this bullshit life," she answered.

He started circling her looking at her up and down, "Aren't we all? Judging from your body, I'd say seventeen or eighteen?"

"Judging from yours I'd say you're too old for me," Diana had trouble letting those words out, but she meant them.

"I don't think age applies to da world anymore, honey pie," the older man smirked.

"EW!" Diana laughed nervously, "Yes, but there's still morals, right?"

"Do I look like I have morals?"

She wanted to puke. This ugly old man was putting the moves on her. Then the younger man interrupted his older brother's attempt of seduction, "Come on, Merle! You always have to try an screw anythin' that has two legs? Kid's too young."

Whatever pissed off that guy, Diana was thankful that he was in a grouchy mood.

"Maybe you're right, Baby Brother. 'Sides," Merle looked down at Diana's face, "you're too ripe for my any how."

Diana pretty much ran away from the tent and over to where the ladies were. She threw her basket on the floor and got on her knees to start washing. Amy smirked over at her, "How'd it go?"

"Next time you talk to the perverted old guy."

Amy started to laugh. Andrea came into the conversation. She looked over at Merle, who was laughing for some reason, in disgust then over at Diana, "He didn't!"

"Yeah, but his brother saved my skin by being in a pissed off mood," Diana looked back to the tent and saw Daryl looking at her. Then his brother waved a hand in front of him so he could listen to him.

Next few days Diana avoided going near the Dixon tent. Whenever she passed by Merle he always winked at her giving her the shivers. She never wants to hear any pet names like "honey pie" or "baby doll" ever again. Daryl would always look at her to see which way she was headed. Diana guessed he was just curious or was just checking up on who was around.

One day she was with Carl and Sophia, the two wanted to play by trees. Diana told Lori that she will watch them. When they walked past the Dixon tent Daryl popped out glaring at her. Diana turned away and focused on the two children, "What the hell does he always look at me for!" she thought . Carl brought along his handball to play catch.

"Why are you so scared of the two Dixon guys?" Carl asked innocently.

"Aren't you?" Diana said back looking around the area they were in.

"No, I don't mind them."

"I do," Sophia let out.

"Me and Sophia are on the same page here."

"They're part of the group so they can't be bad," Carl tried to defend.

"Carl, you're young and there are things you don't understand. Like one, people. They are not always good or honest. And I don't hand out trust like candy."

"Well you trust me?"

"That's because I've known since you were in pull-ups, kid."

"Well do you trust Sophia?"

"Yes, because she's a child that I know is a good person."

Sophia smiled over at Diana, catching the ball, "Then why don't you trust Merle and Daryl?"

"Okay, Daryl I have little to no beef with, even though he has a staring problem, but Merle? Let's just say he's very creepy."

Carl frowned, "Just give them a chance. They'll come around."

"Ahh Carl. So innocent but naïve. So sweet, but clueless to the true nature of people. If only he knew that in the world that we live in right now is filled with people willing to kill one another for food crumbs. I really hope he never experiences that," Diana thought to herself. She shook her head at the pessimistic outlook she had on the world. Diana really did wish to think like Carl again. To be a carefree child seemed like a sweeter deal than being a melancholic loser.

Carl stops and turns to Diana, "Catch!" He threw the ball over to her but missed making it go passed Diana and into some bushes.

"What the hell, Carl? You almost hit me!" Diana raised her voice out of surprise. Her throat began to hurt and all she did was rub it with her hand.

"I'm sorry! I said catch."

"Not the time or place for 'think fast'."

Carl slouched his shoulders, "I'll go get the ball."

"No you won't! You will stay here. I'll get the ball," Diana looked back at them before walking into the forest trees. She stepped on a twig making it snap. Diana could see the ball in plain sight and the base of a tree.

When she approached the tree she heard a groan causing her to jump. Diana peaked behind the tree only to see a walker standing there. She backed up quickly only to trip over one of the roots and her ass hit the ground.

The walker turned to see her and started to limp over to where she was. Diana's fears overwhelmed her to the point where she was choking on her voice to scream. But Diana could not scream. She never can, not anymore. These days, Diana was lucky if she could yell at someone with her horse as hell voice. She was scrambling on the floor trying to get away from it. The walker fell in front of her and was crawling. Its face was rotted away and an eyeball was missing. The walker grabbed on to her ankle and tugged on it causing her to quietly yelp.

"OH GOD! THIS IS IT! I'M GONNA DIE HERE BECAUSE OF A FUCKING BALL!"

Then an arrow shot through the walker's forehead causing it to fall flat on its face. Diana was breathing heavily and looked behind her to see where the arrow came from. To her surprise it was one of the two men she feared, but at least he was the better brother.

Daryl walked over to her with a pissed off face, "What the hell you screwin' 'round out here for?"

"I was watching the kids and-," Diana terribly trying to explain herself, but stopped when Daryl interrupted, "It doesn't matter whatcher doin'. Just don't be so stupid to come out here by yourself or next time I won't be here."

Diana's mouth hung open. Then he walked up to the walker and yanked the arrow from his head. Daryl turned around and headed back through the bushes, "Don't tell no one 'bout this," he ordered over his shoulder. All Diana could do was nod after she got back up on her feet. Before she left, Diana took one look around to see where the ball was, but it must have gotten lost during the commotion.

"Great job."

She walked back to where she left Carl and Sophia. "What happened?" Carl asked noticing her hair was messed up with leaves and twigs in it. Her cream colored skin had dirt and grass stains on it.

"I couldn't find your ball," Diana walked right past him, "We're leaving, now!" she ordered.

'Member what I said 'bout Reviews? Okay enough Daryl voice. Thank you for reading, will update soon. I know nothing really happened in here, but it will be made up in the next.