Okay yeah so this is my walking dead Fanfic and at the moment I only sadly own Rowen :'}

I don't know how much of the plot I am sticking too, I assume most of it but who knows where my mind will go

And I'm trying with the dialect from everyone, but I don't want to take it too far or whatnot so I'm probably going to practice or whatnot and then edit all the chapters when I totally have the hang of it.

But I do hope you guys enjoy

And remember to review ;D

Daryl couldn't take his eyes off her. He noticed straight away that he was right, she was indeed beautiful. She was wearing a baggy deep red shirt which fell to mid thigh, and Daryl noticed when she bent over that she had on a small pair of black shorts on underneath. From where he was standing he could see the black liner around her eyes and the dark red lipstick which made her face stand out from everyone else.

Daryl ducked his head when she turned around, sitting down by his tent as he began to gut the squirrels which he'd caught the previous day. Turning to tune out all the inane noises around him as he began to think about Merle. He would be all over her by now, if he'd picked her up from the road side at all and yet here he was gutting squirrels.

It also slightly angered him to see her doing all of the "womans stuff" with Carol. He didn't regret saving her but that was the last thing they needed – another woman for him to look after.

"Hey," he heard her say hesitantly as he snapped his head up, not hearing her come over. "I just wanted to say thank you. Not many people would have helped me."

"Don't think nothin' of it," Daryl mumbled, as he carried on gutting the squirrels.

"Well," she said quietly, "If you need any help with anything let me know."

And without waiting for Daryls reply he saw her walk away and much to his surprise, she began trying to set her tent up next to his.

"Hey, what do you think you're doin'?" He snapped, wishing the words had come out nicer but he couldn't take them back now.

"Setting my tent up," she replied coolly, not looking back as he noticed her hair fall into her eyes.

"Why you settin' it up near me?" He growled, kicking the dirt.

"Because I can," she replied, not looking back at him.

"That aint no answer, so start takin' properly with that posh accent of yours."

"Jesus Daryl," she rolled her eyes, but Daryl was more preoccupied on the way his name sounded coming out of her mouth. "I don't trust Shane, he seems like an ass. And you don't exactly seem like Mr. Conversation here so carrying on gutting dinner and I'll set up my tent."

"Why don't you trust Shane?" Daryl asked her, curiosity getting the better of him as his eyes flickered to gutting the squirrels to watching her struggle with the tent.

He saw her shoulders shrug as she looked down at the splayed out tent.

"He just seems like an ass." She said quietly, trying to force two pieces of the pole together.

"Yeah well don't be expectin' me to save you again," he grumbled as he watched her struggle, angry that there was another woman for everyone to be caring for instead of helping everyone out.

"I won't," she sighed, leaning back in the sunlight, pushing her head so she was looking at Daryl, squinting though the sunshine. "Just don't expect me to save you either.

Rowen stood with her hands triumphantly on her hips as she looked down at the tent, using the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She sighed and took a swig of the lukewarm water, before she dropped to her knees and began pulling things out of the oversized bag.

"Do you not have nothin' useful in there?" she heard Daryl say over her shoulder as she began to pull the books out.

"They took my useful bag with my guns in," she said flippantly, trying to ignore the fear and anger which was brewing in her stomach as she thought about it. "And just left this one in my car because it had, 'stupid woman things in it'," she said trying to mimic the American accent which made Daryl smile. "I have this though," she grinned, pulling out the slingshot and handing it to Daryl.

"This won't do anything'" he said bemusedly.

"It will with steel balls."

"You have them?" Daryl said, handing the slingshot back.

"In the bottom," Rowen nodded at the bag at her feet. "I can go with you to hunt some game tomorrow." She said calmly and couldn't help but to smirk at the shocked expression on his face.

"Don't you need to rest?" he said, looking at Rowen with a confused expression.

"I'll rest better with a fuller stomach, which I'll have if we hunt together."

"If you slow me down," Daryl warned. "I'll send you back."

Rowen smiled to herself as she bent over her bag, smug that Daryl said that she could take along with her. "I won't. Welcome to the product of a higher class British family with a twin brother which is scared of everything." She grinned up at Daryl. "I can hunt."

Daryl didn't know what to think of Rowen. She defiantly wasn't another defenceless girl he had to defend.

Mayyybe that's what draws then together?

Or hate each other

WHO KNOWS ;D

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