This is my second attempt at a walking dead fanfic and I am not sure if I am going to continue this story however I have started a second chapter. If you guys do have any ideas on how you would like to see the OC develop or the general camp relationships change then please feel free to comment and if really necessary you can PM me - Many Thanks Just My Thoughts x
I had been searching for him forever, never giving up hope that he was still out there. After all no one could kill a Dixon but a Dixon. I guess that is why I'm still alive. After all, I am a Dixon.
I was exhausted, my forest green camper van had run out of gas leaving me to walk to the next town to find some. Sweat from the Georgia heat trickled down my spine and through my cleavage leaving a trail of salty liquid until it hit my growing stomach. Being 7 months pregnant had never sucked more than in the middle of the Goddamn apocalypse. Not only was I tired, irritable, uncomfortable and bulging like a whale, I still had morning sickness and strange cravings and to top it all off I was required to run and fight monsters who had their own unusual cravings, for flesh. Stupid fucking biters.
It was no use although my musings kept me distracted from the ever growing ache in both my back and legs, I needed a rest, otherwise I would never make it into town, much more likely to collapse due to exhaustion.
However the universe never fucking liked me and as I turned towards the highway where I had previously planned to find a car to rest in a possibly some fuel, a car nearly ran me over. Who the fuck drove a red sports car during the apocalypse like what the actual fuck. Luckily the dumb shit that was driving swerved out the way and continued to swerve around the littering of cars heading God knows where.
Thinking that I was now alone and getting more tired by the minute, I took the risk of sitting on the floor because dear lord if there was a biter I would never get myself up in time. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to get back up anyway. As I gingerly sat on the hot tarmac, lightly caressing the ever growing bump holding my developing child, another car passed but instead of speeding past, it stopped not too far in front of me.
Glaring towards the white van, I noticed an African American man holding a large baseball bat and a scruffy man in the driver's seat, wearing a full sheriff's uniform. Sandwiched in between the two was a tall blonde woman. By the looks of it they were too deep in a discussion, maybe an argument to pay any more attention to me. In a hope to escape before they left the vehicle I gripped my stomach and groaned attempting to stand up. Yet again the universe shat all over my plan and I got stuck. With a scream of frustration I attempted to stand just to fall back on my ass.
"Excuse me ma'am, would you like a hand?"said the deputy dude. Obviously in my attempt to run from them they had come to a decision about me. I just had to hope that they wanted to steal my things and not murder or rape me.
"I've been doing this a while now. I definitely don't need help nor would I accept it from a suspiciously clean and trusting man. You got lucky deputy dude that it was me and I won't shoot you for your shoes." I explained in a snarky tone. I hoped this would be enough to deter them from stealing from me or raping me.
"Well mam it seems that you could use some help. After all with your condition it wouldn't hurt to be part of a group" explained the Sheriff, yet again offering his hand. With a scowl I shuffled even further away from him.
As if noticing the sheriffs struggle the African American man came over, offering a polite and informal smile."We really are good people we even have women and children at our camp. It's not that far and we can give you a ride".
"Sure but I will keep my weapons on me at all times and not one person is to touch me". They both began walking back to the truck completely forgetting that I was stranded, sat on the floor and stupidly pregnant.
"Oi? Are you forgetting something" I exclaimed with a dramatic wave of my hands.
"I do apologize I believe you said you didn't need my help" he said whilst walking back towards me and heaving me up.
As we were walking to the van, I somewhat wanted to introduce myself and correct their probable assumptions about me, after all I am married to a rude redneck, yet I am not one myself.
"I'm not gonna say sorry for being rude and snarky earlier but I am British and not always liked around these parts and as a pregnant women in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse which means most attention is bad and unwanted, I just presumed the same for you and I was wrong" I mumbled out as fast as I could not wanting to prolong the experience.
"I mean thanks but there is no need to apologize I can't imagine how hard it has been for you especially considering I only woke up from a coma a few days ago"
"Yeah well do not expect to hear it again and if you do anything to harm me or my unborn child I will kill you in your sleep. Remember that I was a trapeze artist who threw knives upside down and shot an arrow with my feet" I said with a smirk whilst shuffling into the passenger seat of the van.
"Well isn't she a wild one" said Rick the sheriff.
"Yup with an attitude like that she can pass as a Dixon" replied T-Dog.
"Well she's nothing like the one I met back in Atlanta. Yet again I haven't met his brother who I have heard is more cool tempered" Said Rick whilst heading back towards the van.