Summary: Sandy had to keep what was left of her family together at any cost. Would this group of survivors be their salvation or damnation? Daryl/OC AU Season 2 post CDC
Title: Good Girl
A/N: Rated T for language, rating might increase in upcoming chapters, but you will be warned beforehand. Love me some Walking Dead, and everyone's favorite Redneck Romeo so had to do a little OC. I own nothing and making no profit, please read and review!
Chapter 1: Gas 'n Sip
He found her in a Gas 'n Sip cursing very colorfully at a walker that must have been six two, fighting him off with what looked like a broken broom handle. He had a clear shot so he took it, getting the walker through the left eye. The walker's sudden halt made Sandy turn around where she faced a rugged man holding a crossbow.
"You know hollarin' at 'em won't kill 'em right?" Daryl said pulling out the bolt from the now "dead" walker.
"Yeah well I was hollarin' to get Billy's behind in here. And there he is." Daryl turned to find a blonde boy about his height with a gun pointed level at his forehead and a compound bow strapped to his back.
Meanwhile outside Rick and Shane had found a silver Airstream trailer attached to Ford F150 pick-up. In the back of the truck were several full red gas canisters and five-gallon jugs of water.
"Well this must be our lucky day!" Shane grinned.
"You think someone just left this here, the hood's still warm. Whoever owns this is still around here somewhere." Rick answered with his hand on the hood.
He didn't expect the tiny red headed pixy that pulled a sawed off shot gun on him and the large dog growling beside her.
"Put that damn gun down boy! I aint here to hurt ya." Daryl said wiping his arrow on his pants and reloading.
The boy didn't look over 18, was probably muscular at one time but these lean times showed in his baggy clothes. His hair was almost white it was so blonde and his eyes were an ice blue. When he looked at the woman that had been fighting the walker he saw the same eyes and her striking blonde hair was tied back into a fancy looking braid. The two could pass for twins. They had the same features angular face, almond eyes and high cheek bones. The boy's just slightly more masculine jaw and nose the only difference.
Daryl heard a shuffling and put a finger to his lips. He crouched down and the other two mimicked his movements. His eyes went to the boy motioned for him to go around the left side and he'd take the right. He gestured for the girl to follow him.
They all headed towards the back of the convenient store. A walker wearing what used to be khakis and a Gas 'n Sip polo came towards Daryl growling with what was left of his jaw. Daryl put himself in front of the girl and aimed his crossbow, but the walker dropped before he had chance to fire. There was an arrow sticking outta the back of his skull.
The boy still had his compound bow out in front of him, his arm braced. It was a sweet looking bow too, Daryl thought, competition quality. The boy had good form, arms and legs proper distance apart. These kids weren't as helpless as he had originally thought. The boy at least was a skilled marksman.
"The back is clear. Billy Hayes, this is my sister Sandy." The boy nodded at Daryl.
Daryl nodded back. "Daryl Dixon. You two out here alone?"
"We have someone else waiting outside, but it's just the three of us and Bubba. You alone?" Sandy asked.
"No, two other men came with me. We're out looking for supplies, but we're part 'a bigger group. We got women and children too." The way the girl was standing by her brother made them look a lot younger than they were which is probably why he said what he did next.
"The three 'a you aint gotta be alone, you should come back with us." Daryl replied.
"Your group wouldn't mind?" Sandy asked looking unsurely at her brother. They looked to be having a silent conversation.
"They picked up strays before and I could use another bow to watch my back, you're a crack shot." Daryl nodded towards Billy. He sounded like he was almost convincing himself, why did he care if these kids came with him? It's not like he needed more mouths to feed? But maybe this kid was a decent hunter, any help would be good.
The girl looked back at him answering for the two of them. "Okay we'll go. We should go 'round back and collect Becca and Bubba, we got a truck and trailer. Will get us back to your people."
Out back the three of them saw two men with their hands raised and a girl holding a shot gun.
"These your men Daryl?" Sandy asked nodding towards the men.
"Yes they are." Daryl said with a twitch of his lips, these kids seemed to think he was the one running the show. He was sure Shane and Rick would inform them otherwise soon enough.
"Becca its ok they're friendly. Bubba heal." Billy said as the dog trotted happily towards him.
"Baby you ok? Who's he?" The little carrot top asked.
"I'm fine, this is Daryl he saved Sandy back there. We're gonna go back with their group." Billy responded hugging the redheaded girl.
"They are?" Shane asked Daryl his eyes shooting daggers. "We don't even know who they are? This girl just had a gun on us and her dog was gonna attack us! And since when is Daryl making decisions for the group!"
"She had a gun on us Shane because we were two men who looked like they were stealing their stuff. And there just kids of course they can come back with us, safety in numbers right?" Rick tried to calm his partner.
"My names Rick Grimes and this is my partner Shane Walsh." Rick said extending his hand to Sandy looking and sounding every bit the Sheriff he once was.
"I'm Sandy Hayes. This is my brother Billy, his wife Becca and that mongrel is Bubba, best Southern Black Mouth Cur you'll find. " She said pointing towards the young couple.
"The two of them don't look old enough to drive, much less be married." Shane said scowling.
"Well seeing as you're a law man I'll have you know that the state of Alabama says we are! Not that it matters now, seeing as the world's gone to hell in a hand basket." Becca finally spoke up with her arm tightly wrapped around Billy's.
Becca was about five foot barely coming up to Billy's shoulder, her fiery red hair parted into two braids. She was fair the sun already burnt her nose, slender and waif like dressed in blue jeans and tank top under a thick men's camo long sleeve shirt.
They raided the now completely clear convenient store. Taking as many bottle drinks and snacks as they could carry, loading down the back of the pick-up.
Daryl made sure to grab a few cartons of the cigarettes that were left. They didn't have his brand. What didn't shock him as much as it did Rick, who was grabbing the jar of beefy jerky off the counter, was when Billy went behind the counter to get dip.
"Son, now that aint a habit you wanna pick up." Rick said in that Dad voice of his.
"You carding me, aint like im drinking. The tobacco suppresses your appetite and helps me to stay awake. I don't do it that much any ways. Becca says she won't kiss me with a mouth full dip." Billy responded stuffing a bag full of different flavored tobacco.
"It's true, it's like smoking, keeps you from getting hungry." Daryl nodded grabbing some for him, though he was pretty sure Billy would share. It's the vibe he got from the kid, gruff but not selfish. "Well we got food now, I know you aint my boy but I just had to say my piece. I don't like it. You survived this long I don't want all your teeth falling out." Rick said leaving with the jerky.
Loaded down with their provisions they all climbed into the truck, Billy getting behind the wheel Becca in the middle and Sandy in the passenger side. This left the men to the back seat with Bubba standing up in the bed.
"So which way we going?" Billy asked.
"South about three miles." Rick answered pointing down the road.
Dale was on watch on top of the RV and was the first to see the truck coming. He quickly informed the others.
"Maybe they're lost too. Or have some gas to spare?" Glenn said hopefully.
"Yeah cause times like these always bring out the best in people." T-Dog supplied helpfully.
"Give me my gun." Andrea demanded loudly.
"Now that probably isn't the best idea…I mean what if they are friendly?" Dale said trying to calm her.
"Look mommy they're slowing down." Said Carl.
"Carl you and Sophia get in the camper." Lori said passing Carl off to Carol.
"What the… is that Rick?" Lori asked Dale. He looked through his scope and agreed.
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