Time line: Post Chosen for Buffy, and near the end of the first episode of Season 2 for The walking Dead.

A/N: My character in this story is a Slayer from the Buffy verse, thrown into the Walking Dead verse. There will be no other Buffy characters, except in flashbacks.

Rating: FR21- there will be violence, language, death, and mayhap a little romance later ;)

Rick had no idea what to make of this girl. And girl she was. She couldn't be more than 18 or 19 on the outside. She was bristling with weapons, and yet hadn't made a threatening move towards them. Even when they had their guns drawn on her.

She was beautiful in an unconventional way. Like you don't know what to make of it at first, but the longer you look the more pretty she was. Long dark hair, he couldn't tell how long as it was braided and gathered into a bun. She was tall, maybe 5'9, with hazel eyes, and a body that he really shouldn't be looking at. Let's just say she had a lot more curves than he was used to.

She was wearing a lot of leather; Black leather boots that stopped above her knees, red leather pants, and that long black leather coat. She also had a large leather satchel that she had swung on across her chest and over her coat. It had a second strap that looked home made, that she fastened about her like a belt. He could see it made it bag stay in place, even when she had jogged down the church steps. The shirt he had seen on her before she put her coat on, looked like a tank top with a long sleeved T-shirt over the top. He didn't know how she wasn't dying in this heat with that getup on.

She walked with a sway and grace that he had never seen before. It was unnatural, and yet fundamentally natural all at the same time. Like this is what people moved like before; When they were wild, and primal. He was confused as to why he, and especially Shane, hadn't gotten angry with her with all the yelling, and ordering around. There was some instinct, like the one that told you a Walker was nearby, that made him not want to see her mad. He felt more secure somehow, with her walking with them. Maybe he had lost it.

"So, Livvie," said Shane, as they walked through the forest, with a cautiously flirtatious look. "How are you supposed to get to your weapons if a Walker shows up, huh? You got them all covered up."

Livvie raised her right eyebrow patronizingly, "I have plenty of weapons that I can reach easily like this. And if I feel a hoard of Walkers is nearby then I'll adjust my wardrobe choices. One or two popping out at me, and I'm safer like this. I like to have as many layers as possible between me and them, and I'm not going to change that just because you can't gawk at my ass anymore." She said. "I'm happy to discuss any tips you may have on Walker survival though."

"It's always the brain!" added Carl helpfully. "You have to get the brain!"

"Why thank you little man!" said Livvie. "I'll keep that in mind."

"How exactly would you adjust your wardrobe to combat a hoard?" asked Rick curiously. He was confused. He wasn't exactly a 'Fashion Platter' or whatever they called it, and he was as lost as a bumble bee in an ant farm.

Livvie looked over at him with amusement. "Well, to start I'd drop my bag, and pull out a few supplies. Then I'd shed my coat, and put on a less bulky leather top over my shirt. I'd put on my protection: Splash guard over my face, some long fitted leather gloves, I think they're called 'Ladies Rose Gloves,' or something like that." She shook her head. "Anyway, then I'd take out my Katana, that's my sword, and cut the Fuckers down like a scythe to wheat." She said this cheerfully, as if she was looking forward to just such an occasion.

The boys had stopped moving. "Rick," whispered Shane. "She really is insane. Are you sure we should be bringing her back to the group." Livvie heard this, and said nothing. She wanted to see what Rick would say.

Rick whispered back to Shane, still unaware that Livvie could hear them. "She seems crazy like Daryl to me, and you know how valuable he is to the survival of the group." He said. Livvie decided she wanted to meet this 'Daryl.'

Livvie was still a few steps ahead, and she looked over her shoulder at them. "I'd prefer to have a flame thrower of course, but in days like these beggars can't be choosers," she said conversationally. She shrugged, and turned back around to keep walking. The boys all looked at each other with trepidation.

"I like her!" Carl whispered to them, and then took off after her.

"Me too," said Rick looked surprised at himself.

"Fine, whatever!" said Shane. "Lets get a move on we're losin' light."

"Would you even have time to change if a herd of Walkers found you?" asked Carl.

"No, not really, but hopefully I notice them long enough before they notice me, so I can get ready for blood and guts,"said Livvie. This was the first time she had heard a group of Walkers being classed as a 'Herd.' She guessed it fit though, from her observations. "I just like messing with Shane," she explained. "I do like putting on my splash guard and gloves when I have enough warning though. You never know what you could catch from a corspe, let alone a walking one," she said.

They continued their trek through the woods, Carl and Livvie talking softly.

About 20 minutes later Livvie came to an abrupt stop, and crouched low to the ground. She had her fist raised by her right shoulder, in a SpecOps 'hold up' gesture. The boys crouched to the ground behind her.

"What is it?" asked Shane. "You see a Walker? Or maybe some Teletubbies are romping through the woods, and you want to run to meet them?"

"I feel like something is off," Livvie sad quietly, ignoring Shane. She drew the Sai from the sheath on her right lower leg.

"You feel like something is off," mocked Shane.

"Danger,' she replied softly. "Not Walkers."

Shane scoffed and stood up. Rick and Carl joined him. "We gotta get movin' Rick," Shane said. They continued forward, and Livvie caught up with them. She still felt uneasy, but she didn't want to be left behind. These were the first living people she'd seen in a while, and she was overjoyed with the thought of seeing a real live woman again. Not that seeing the guys wasn't great, but she missed talking to members of her own gender. She kept her weapon out, and her guard up, but she followed them.

They stopped suddenly, and Rick motioned for silence. Livvie looked around him, and saw a Buck. A large one. She had visions of steak, and fresh tanned leather to make more clothes with. Not that she knew how to tan a deer hide, or any thing. But, oh, it was so on.

While the men watched in wonder, and Carl crept toward the beast, Livvie snuck out to the right flank and crept closer to her prey. But something was wrong here. She didn't know what it was. She sheathed her Sai, and inched her hand towards her gun. What was it? Why was her Slaydar buzzing agitatedly? It didn't feel like a Demon or a Walker. What was wrong?

She would blame herself for the rest of her life for what happened next. She should have seen it coming. She should have stopped it. As it was she couldn't even get to Carl before the bullet struck him.

A/N: In case anyone is interested in what Livvie looks like: I see her as Phoebe Tonkin (Faye in the CW TV show 'The Secret Circle') but with longer fuller hair, hazel eyes, and more curves. Olivia is not anything like Faye though! Here's a link for a picture of Phoebe Tonkin on the CW. com: .com/shows/the-secret-circle/photos/0062526059e and/or .com/shows/the-secret-circle/photos/006340207b2

Disclaimer: I do not own The walking Dead or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I am making no money off of this story. I do not mean anything religious with this story. I am using a fictional interpretation of 'God' etc, as is done in Buffy. I do not mean any offense to anyone. I do not own the Teletubbies, thank goodness! I do not own, or represent Phoebe Tonkin, the CW, or The Secret Circle!