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Like I did in the previous chapter, whenever I get some awesome reviews, I'm gonna dedicate my updates to you beautiful readers because I can! Also, I'll try to reply to you here as well.
KyraNoelle: I'm so happy to hear that you are seriously enjoying this series. At first, I gotta be honest, I was a bit hesitant to put out my own fanfic on the Walking Dead. Don't get me wrong, I'm a HUGE walking dead fan but I didn't think people would be into my work so your comment definitely made my day. Also super pleased that you are loving the interactions I have going on between Ana and Daryl, also Ana and Shane. I didn't like Shane from day one, he had always rubbed me the wrong way so I was excited to put my OC up against the man and basically tell him 'kiss my ass'. Plus, I was always waiting for someone to step up and put both Shane and Rick in their place at the camp. I still remember watching the first season and just constantly yelling at the screen because I couldn't deal with their shit haha so it's nice to have someone like Ana doing that for me lol That little snipbit you saw between Ana and Rick after she woke up from her injury, I'm still debating what to do there though I have tons of ideas on where I want to go from there, we'll just wait and see. Hope you continue to enjoy my story and thank you so much for your review!
Cazywog: Screw work and finish reading lmao I'm just kidding, haha, no but really work sucks, though I find myself working on my updates while I'm at work so I can't complain entirely lol well, hopefully you did end up finishing Chapter 7. Like I told the previous reader who left me a review, I just needed someone to put Rick in his place because as beautiful as that man is, I wanted to slap the absolute crap out of him every 5 minutes through the first season, like honestly! I also have nothing against the actor that plays Shane but damnnnnn I hated Shane as a character. The show did need a conflicting character like Shane but I wanted to kill him every time his face came on the screen. He just made my skin crawl in all the wrong ways but I'm glad you are happy with the way I've made Shane in my story. I knew I wanted him to be equally as douchy (is that even a word?) as he was in the television series, but I needed him to be just a tad bit more for my story so that he would clash immediately with Ana and continue to do so throughout the season. When we reach the farm arch, things will heat up a bit more. So wait for that lol thank you for reading and thank you so much for your review! I appreciate the support!
This chapter is dedicated to both KyraNoelle and Cazywog, both your reviews totally made my day that I squealed as I was reading your lengthy comments. Thank you so much for your continuous support and I hope I can live up to your expectations!
Warning: Swearing, cause it's Ana's first language
Disclaimer: I do not own AMC or The Walking Dead characters/plots just Ana.
Author's POV...
I don't know what the hell had pushed me to seek out that annoying ass girl, but before I knew it, I was trotting down the gravel road leading towards the quarry. Cursing continuously under my breath the further down the road I went, I froze about halfway down with a loud Fuck! before turning around to head back up the road.
What the fuck was I doing? Why the hell did I find it in me to go and check on the woman that had been comatose for 2 days?! Pffft, if Merle could see me now, getting all pussy whipped over some chick that I had just so happened to fuckin' stumble upon 3 days ago. The shit he would give me if he ever got fuckin' wind of this. Shit. I scoffed, already hearing his nagging ass voice whipping me a new one as he laughed and pushed me down like he was known to do. I couldn't have fuckin' friends with that asshat around, let alone fuckin' date.
Date?
What the actual fuck?
I froze once more, my eyes seeking out my mud caked boots in interest while my mind was on a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.
Where the hell had that fuckin' thought come from?
I didn't need a fuckin' woman, not now, not ever. Why the fuck did I care what happened to her? Maybe I should have left her fat ass back in that ditch days ago then I wouldn't be having this annoying ass conversation with myself.
And then maybe you'd be fuckin' neck deep in the shit going around camp without her to fuckin' take your side.
"Ya know what, shut the fuck up and stay out of it." I grumbled to myself, uncaring that I looked like some lunatic off his meds.
I didn't need some hack lady to take my fuckin' side, no. I could defend myself, the way it's always been. Have my own back that way I didn't have to watch people close to me, die and I didn't have to fuckin' worry about anyone else but my own self. It was safer that way.
Also fuckin' lonely, if ya ask me.
I growled, shutting my eyes tightly as I fought to push that nagging voice deeper into the darkest parts of my mind.
No.
Shit didn't matter.
I had my own back and that's how you fuckin' survived in this world.
Worry about yourself and no one else, that way ya had no fuckin' weaknesses.
Ya, that's how you truly survived this fucked up world.
Psst. Pop. Squeal.
Three consecutive sounds suddenly went off behind me as I spun, my instincts ringing through my ears as I attempted to place what the hell those sounds fuckin' were.
"Oh, Daryl, you okay?" A voice startled me from my thoughts as I glanced over, my narrowed eyes meeting those of the recent widow of our group. Eyeing her up in silent judgement, I scoffed, ignoring the sounds I had heard earlier and trudged my way back up the road as I had planned.
I didn't need any of this shit.
Ana's POV...
I stood frozen, my blood freezing over as I stared at the ripple of water not 2 inches from my waist where the clear bullet had been shot.
The fucker had shot at me, actually shot at me?!
"I ain't gonna ask ya again, get your ass out of the water." Shane seethed as I glanced over at him, a mask of unreadable emotions painted across my face as I fought the nerves slowly beginning to build up with the fact that this man would truly try to kill me, given the chance.
Realizing I had no other choice, I crossed my arms over my chest a bit tighter, hiding my chest completely from his sight before turning, slowly wadding through the water as my entire body came into view. Growling as I watched his eyes skim my form, I kept my distance, keeping a good 5 feet between us as he continued to keep his gun trained on me.
Once his eyes met mine once more, he let off a small smirk of amusement causing me to glare a bit harder at him.
"You're fuckin' hot, i'll give you that." Shane complimented as I gagged, keeping my eyes trained on him, knowing he would break at the snap of a finger.
"Fuck you." I hissed, knowing that he was just taunting me at this point, using the fact that he had a gun trained at me so I couldn't react that way I usually would have.
He smirked, this psycho had the audacity to smirk like he was amused by my reaction before he stepped closer, the barrel of his gun, cold, pressed to the center of my chest, his eyes making a show of eyeing the obvious cleavage bursting out of my bra before meeting my eyes.
"Who told you?" He then hissed into my face, throwing me off by his sudden change in attention as I blinked, waiting for him to explain.
"Who the fuck told you about me and Lori?" He spat lower, using his free arm to grab at one of my wrists, forcefully yanking it away from my chest as he tightened his grasp around my thin appendage. I winced, not expecting his grasp to hurt as he tugged me impatiently towards him, my body almost colliding completely with his taller frame had it not been for the gun wedged between us.
"No one. You just fuckin' confirmed what I had assumed." I rasped out, my mind racking for a way out of this situation as my eyes flashed down to his pointer finger barely brushing the side of the trigger.
"Don't fuckin' bullshit me!" He barked out loudly, startling me before he took a quick glance around, realizing that he had shouted louder than he had expected. When he was pleased that no one had heard, he slipped his face closer to me, his eyes doing a once over on my features .
"There is no fucking way that you just strolled right into camp and knew, who the fuck told you?" His nose brushed mine, his grasp around my wrist tightening as my lips parted with a small sound of pain which amused him further.
"No one fuckin' told me now get your grimy hands off of me." I hardened my features, hating the fact that I had a momentary relapse of vulnerability on my face for the man to see, which was not like me to do.
He chuckled upon hearing my words, tightening his hold further as my body unconsciously bent with the movement, unable to mask the look of pain crossing my face as he pushed the gun further up my chest to press the barrel to the underside of my jaw.
"I don't think you realize the deep shit you're currently sitting in honey." He soothed with mock innocence as he brushed his nose down my cheek causing me to flinched away, not waiting another second before headbutting the man with enough force to knock him over. He yelped in shock and pain, the gun going off as I dodged out of the way, pulling my throbbing arm to my chest.
"Son of a bitch!" he spat, holding his bloody nose as he clambered off the ground, training his gun on me with the intent to kill.
"Shane? Ana?" A meek voice suddenly spoke, shattering the raging tension in the air as both of our eyes snapped over to a confused and horrified looking Carol who stood just beside the boulder to the right of me. Her eyes shot back and forth between the two of us, obviously noticing my state of undress and the way I was cowering just at the shore while a rage filled Shane stood feet from me, bleeding from his nose and a gun trained on me.
"E-everything alright?" She softly asked as I glanced at Shane briefly, noticing the way he was fighting with his instincts to shoot me now with a witness in sight.
"Yeah, we're good." I rasped out, clearing my throat as Shane looked to me a second longer before scoffing, holstering his gun before marching past Carol without a second glance.
Chewing on my lip, I waited till the man was out of sight before sighing out in relief, immediately going about picking up my dropped clothing as Carol's hands came into view, picking up my shirt.
"Are you sure..." Carol began to ask before I felt her hand grasp my wounded wrist, flinching in pain before my eyes darted up to see her eyeing the appearing bruise on my pale flesh before meeting my eyes.
"Ana..." Carol whispered, her concerned eyes meeting mine as I quickly glanced away, taking the shirt from her hands as I stood.
"I'm fine Carol, really." I lied through my teeth, feeling a shiver go down my spine as I held my pained arm to my chest. Glancing around, expecting someone to be around the corner before my eyes unconsciously whipped up to the cliff side where a familiar figure stood, eyeing me from his perch.
"Ana, you should..." Carol's voice yanked me from my thoughts, ignoring the fact that I was still standing in only my bra and underwear for Carol and Daryl to see. I yanked my dry clothes onto my form, uncaring that my underwear was damp before slipping on another flannel I had snatched up from the department store.
"Carol, just leave it be, please?" I begged, knowing she had an assumption to what had happened, especially seeing as Shane was on the edge of losing it while I was partially naked in front of him. I didn't have the heart to cut down her assumption and instead, grabbed the essentials I had used from the boulder before brushing past her with a passing glance to the cliff side where Daryl no longer stood.
I couldn't believe Shane had gone that far off the deep end. I knew I had been teetering on thin ice by telling him I knew something no one should have known, but I had unconsciously told him without any care to the consequences. And now look, I was currently curled up in my personal tent, staring at the flaring bruise growing on my pale wrist.
"Fuckin' asshole." I muttered, yanking my sleeve down to hide the mark before rolling onto my back with a stiff hiss, the pain pills I had taken just 10 minutes prior having not kicked in as of yet.
What the hell was I going to do now? I had officially poked the bear and was waiting for it to completely lose it's shit. Honestly, I didn't care, I knew I could handle Shane if the psycho didn't have a gun, but seeing as the man basically pranced around with said gun, I was growing slightly nervous that he would take the opportunity to shoot me in the back.
"Ana?" A voice called softly from outside my tent door as my head snapped over to the foggy shadow kneeling just beyond the door.
"Yes?" I answered, knowing who it was before the zipper began to slowly be yanked up, a hesitant face coming into view.
"Can I help you, pizza boy?" I teased lightly, waiting for him to laugh, which he didn't as he glanced over his shoulder before turning back to me.
"What? Everythin' alright?" I then asked worried by his reaction as I slowly pushed myself to sit up, wincing at the movement before turning to face him.
"C-Can I come in?" he shyly gestured to the large empty space inside my tent as I glanced at him confused.
"For what?" I then asked on the defense, not liking the way he was looking at me.
"I just want to talk, that's all." He promised as I narrowed my eyes shortly before turning to yank my boots on, tying them up.
"No, let's go for a walk." I cut him off as I grabbed my knife, shoving it into my boot before grabbing my holster and looping my arms through it. I grabbed my pistol, making sure it was loaded before I began scooting out, gently pushing Glenn out of the way as I climbed out.
Glenn didn't need an invitation as I brushed past him, on my way towards the forest on the ledge of the camp, disappearing through the brush without a second thought. Something told me, I knew what Glenn wanted to talk about if the way he was hesitantly eyeing me up was anything to go on.
I continued to walk, sidestepping branches all awhile keeping my eyes peeled to the surrounding treeline for anything out of sorts. Within 5 minutes, I stopped, figuring we were far enough from ear shot before I plopped down on a boulder, turning my full attention to Glenn with the intent to get this conversation over with before I completely lost my mind.
"Soooooo, what's up?" I asked, instantly noticing the way his eyes darted around to anything that wasn't me.
"Wanted to check on you, see how you were doing is all." Glenn shrugged awkwardly as I narrowed my eyes on him, knowing why he really pulled me out here.
"Did Carol tell you?" I interrogated defensively as his wide eyes shot over to me, obviously surprised that I had read him so easily though a blind man could easily do the same.
"I...no she...what I mean..." Glenn quickly began to stumble over his words as I held my sore arm through my sleeve unconsciously, turning away with a snort.
"What did she tell you?" I hissed, not upset with Carol in the least but just the situation that brought us to this.
"Uh, she told me she saw you and Shane down at the quarry. She thinks..." Glenn meekly began to explain what Carol had told him as I put my hand up, effectively cutting him off as his jaw snapped shut.
"It's not what she thinks, though he did hit on me briefly." I muttered the last part irritated, glancing back to the forest around us.
"If not that, what happened? She said he had a gun to you and you were...uh, not...dressed." He added the last part in embarrassment, his eyes darting away quickly in shame.
I stared at him, waiting for him to turn back to me before sighing. No one knew but something inside me wanted to tell him just so that I had someone to confide in about it. Glancing around him, making sure no one was in sight, I pulled my legs out from under me before hanging them over the ledge.
"Shane was messing around with Lori." I bluntly answered as his shocked eyes shot over to me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"What?" He gaped as I nodded, racking my mind up for some believable lie to cover how I truly knew.
"Yeah, when they thought Rick was dead, they kind of 'hit it off'." I rolled my eyes at the thought, watching as Glenn slowly began to process the information before it finally dawned on him.
"Wait, how do you know? You only joined the group 3 days ago." Glenn tilted his head in confusion as I quickly masked my emotions as planned, snorting.
"I mean, it's pretty obvious, don't you think? Shane and Lori, the way they look at each other whenever Rick is around. I'm assuming Lori and Shane were attached at the hip before Rick showed up and now aren't?" I then asked as Glenn glanced away in thought before slowly nodding.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, they were." Glenn added as I sighed in relief that my lie worked.
"Lori looks like she's walking on eggshells any time Shane is around and that man, pfft, he looks like he's seconds from ripping her clothes off and taking her on the nearest surface." I pushed further to feed my lie as Glenn let out a short laugh, scratching the back of his neck.
"Wow, you are a lot more observant than you look." Glenn mocked playfully as I rolled my eyes, making a kick out at him, though he dodged it easily.
"But wait, what does that have to do with what happened?" Glenn stopped laughing, looking at me once more.
Glancing away, I chewed on the inside of my cheek, getting my story together before turning to look at him.
"Before we left for Atlanta, he corralled me as I was looking for Daryl-the man pisses me off, like beyond help- anyways, he called me out on what I said during his scuff with Daryl, saying I came in acting like I run this shit show and what not. Told him to go fuck himself-or somewhere along those lines anyways- he told me to shut my mouth cause I had no place interfering with anything here. Basically, I can't handle the fact that he was trying to belittle me and use the fact that I was new with no one having my back, against me. So I threw that shit in his face, hoping I was right and look, I was." I explained in detail as Glenn silently listened to every word before nodding.
"Anyways, I'm guessing I was right because he threatened me while I was bathing, held a gun to my face as he insisted on who told me about his little game with Lori. Carol walked in after I headbutt him and the gun went off." I sputtered my lips as Glenn's eyes widened before he shot over to me, instantly going about checking me for injuries.
"He shot at you?! Ana! We're you hit?!" He began to panic, yanking on my flannel as I began swinging my hands to get him to leave me alone before his hand clamped down around my wrist. I squealed in pain, yanking my arm out of his grasp before holding it protectively to my chest.
Glenn froze at the sound, his hands up in the air, eyes scanning me in horror.
"Ana..." Glenn slowly dropped his hands, taking a step towards me as I glanced away, shaking my head.
"I'm fine." I grumbled, hating the way he was looking at me.
"Ana, I know you're trying to be tough, I know that's how you are but stop it. If you're hurt, say something." Glenn scolded as I scoffed, shutting my eyes as I fought against the way his words warmed me at the fact that someone cared about my well-being.
"Show me." Glenn calmly said as I groaned, falling into his trap as I slowly released the hold on my arm, allowing him to carefully take it before rolling up my sleeve. I continued to stare into the forest before I heard him gasp, a light brush to my arm causing me to wince as I glanced over to see him staring in horror down at the hand shaped bruise still forming on my forearm.
"Ana, holy crap, we gotta tell someone, Rick, Daryl-" Glenn immediately met my eyes with concern as I yanked my sleeve down, jumping off the boulder before shaking my head.
"No, leave it, I can deal with it."
I had left Glenn to his own devices, finding myself skimming through the treeline just beyond the camp, my thoughts getting the best of me.
What the hell had I started?
Nothing good
Yeah, no shit Sherlock.
Had I not watched enough television to know that it was never a good thing to spill the future?
Obviously not
For the love of all that was good, I did not need a commentary from that small voice in the back of my head.
I sputtered, stopping in a small clearing at the sight of a pair of rabbits scurrying through the brush, minding their own business.
I should have kept my mouth shut like my mother always told me. Now I had a psychotic asshole after me for something no one should have known.
"Fuckin' hell." I moaned irritated, rubbing my face in frustration as I yanked my knife out of my boot, not hesitating to let it fly as it embedded itself into the skull of one of the unlucky rabbits. I stood staring at the dead rabbit, pinned to the trunk of the tree, my mind jumping back and forth between what happened and what I had just done before I shook the previous thoughts from my mind. No time to think about what the hell I had gone and done, if I kept my distance from Shane and stayed near someone at all times, I'm sure I would be fine.
Reaching up to yanked the knife out of the rabbit before I squeaked in surprise when a green feathered arrow thunked loudly into the exact spot my knife had been seconds before. Letting out a loud lung of air, I snapped my head in the direction of the arrows owner, glaring at him as he stood there proudly.
"Was that fuckin' necessary?" I spat, wiping my knife clean on the bark of the tree before shoving it back into my boot.
"Course, looked like ya shit yer pants." He teased as I rolled my eyes sky high before turning to yank his arrow out now, catching the dead cony with my other hand.
"You're an asshole, I don't know if I tell you that enou-." I barked back, not wanting the man to get the best of me before I yelped in surprise, my entire body being grabbed before I was all but pinned to that same tree trunk, my injured arm in his grasp. Eyes wide, having not expected Daryl of all people to suddenly jump me, I looked at him confused before realizing his attention was elsewhere. Following his line of sight, I paled when I realized the sleeve of my flannel had slid free and his hand was now grasping just beneath the large bruise.
"Do I want to fuckin' know where the hell ya got that from?" His voice was low, warning me to tread lightly for my answer as his dark eyes slowly turned to me.
"Daryl..." I calmly started, not wanting the man to completely go off the deep side of the pond before his free hand tightened on my hip.
"No bullshit, what the fuck happened?" He growled obsessively as I yanked my head away from him, swallowing heavily down my suddenly dry throat. What the hell was I going to tell him? The truth? Probably not, I could easily pick exactly how that would pan out and I didn't want that right now. Lie to him? Pfft, that would only backfire and I knew that. So what? Dodge it? How in the fucking hell do you dodge a question like this?
"I...fell." I forced out a lie as his eyes narrowed, clearly not believing me for a second.
"Glenn caught me before I could go face first, he must have grabbed me a bit harder than expected." I laughed forcefully, watching as his eyes continued to bore into me before he snorted, letting me go before taking a step back.
"Fine, if ya don't wanna tell me, whatever, but don't fuckin' lie to me like these good for nothing assholes." Daryl spat, sounding slightly hurt as I took a step towards him, hating the way he was looking at me as he scoffed, yanking his arrow from my grasp.
"Fuckin' bitch." He muttered under his breath before turning on his heels, marching his way out of the forest and out of sight.
What the hell did I just do?
Shit.
What the hell did I just do?
The one person that had my back though he didn't know shit about me, why hadn't I just told him?
Cause you're a fucking idiot.
You're right, but come on now, if I had told Daryl what the hell had happened, I already knew the amount of shit that would hit the fan with that. I had no doubt Daryl would have hunted Shane down and stuck him to the nearest surface.
Not like he wouldn't be doing you a favor.
Yeah, but I wasn't about to let him kill a man for me when I had only been around for 3 days. People would believe Shane over me any day and I knew that. The only people I could count on were Glenn and Daryl, possibly Carol since she had seen the butt end of our altercation.
But look, you lost Daryl, you dumbass
Yeah, thanks for that cause I needed a confidence boost in the type of shit I was marinating in.
Kicking a twig that had rolled over onto my shoe, I pressed my back to the nearest tree before sliding down to sit in the brush.
"I'm such an idiot." I muttered to myself annoyed, stretching out my legs as I stared across the small clearing, silently berating myself.
Well at least you're man enough to admit it
Fuck you and your nagging shit. It's too late for it.
Snap
Great, Daryl was coming back to scold me more, not like I could blame the guy as I sat there, waiting for him to make it to my side. Seeing a body slide up slowly beside me, I hesitantly glanced up, wanting to apologize to the man before he completely ripped through me only for my eyes to widen, face paling.
Grhhhhhhhg
Fuck.
So yeah, I know a lot of people are going to comment about the fact that Ana seems like a magnet for not only walkers but danger so let me clarify on that bit before you climb up my ass about it. Ana isn't part of this world and in some twisted sense, this world would seem to know it too so it is doing everything it can to get rid of her without twisting the original plot line. She knows too much and has already said something she shouldn't have which is why the attention (danger) directed on her has heightened.
It's weird and I may have made this up just now but hey, it works.
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