She wasn't sure how to take to the fact her dad had some sort of relationship with Anya. She liked Anya but at the same time she worried about what would happen when Abby showed up. Her father may not realize it but she knows he still loved her. If that love was only as the mother of his children or still romantic, she wasn't sure. Anya while certainly rough around the edges and being rather blunt to the point it was damn near rude was someone she had come to like and didn't want to see hurt. It was likely the reason why after catching Anya coming out from his bedroom she didn't say anything but rather had sat down with him to make sure he not only knew what he was doing but was sure about it.

He hadn't been pleased and his face had been hilariously red in embarrassment as he tried to stutter his way around a sex talk with her. She had put him out of his misery only to send him into a panic when she had told him it was a little late to be giving her the talk. She had to calm him down by telling him she was still a virgin. The man had broke into a smile and went around with a skip in his step for the next week. Whether that was do to her or Anya, she didn't know, but she would bet it on the latter. He began glaring down any male that came within a few feet of her after that. Though he had practically become best friends with two that joined in on the glaring, Shen of Shallow Valley and once healed of most of his injuries Horus, previously of Azgeda.

Horus had been one of those in the worst condition from his time in Mount Weather. He had originally been bled but when they had seen how he continued to fight back despite his time in the cages they had sent him to become a reaper. She had taken the mountain just as he was finishing his 'training'. Unfortunately she hadn't gotten there on time to save the eye that had been carved out months earlier after he'd managed to break free of his restraints. As the months passed he had approached her in the hope of remaining within the Valley. His skills as a warrior made him formidable despite only having his right eye. He and Jake had become friends and Isis had come to view him as family. He was protective of her, little savior/ strik klira, becoming her personal guard and Jake's helper in keeping men far away from her. Or rather all but one.

Where several of the clans claimed their people though allowed those in more dire condition to stay some, all had refused anything to do with those that were recovering from the 'Cerberus'/reaper programming. Most didn't seem to care even in the case of those who hadn't made it in yet, rejecting them simply for having been taken by the reapers and not locked within the cages others had been held within. Worst of them all was Azgeda, whose Queen refused to allow any of them to return stating she had no need for the weak.

A/N: Have no idea who did this but love it. ^^

She had been out in the woods sketching, when she heard his voice come from above her. "You are very good." She tilted her head back just in time to see him drop down from a branch, landing a couple feet away from her.

"Thank you. Do you mind if I?" She asked pointedly looking at the leather book he kept at his side. He handed it to her, hesitantly. She looked through it amazed at his talent. She flipped to another page just as he went to take it from her and her eyes went wide as she looked at the drawing of her. It was recent considering it featured her in the cloak she's made for when she goes riding on Astrid. She looked up at him a small smile on her face as she set his sketch book down, taking hers in hand she opened it and showed him a sketch she had of him. "I guess we have something in common." She said before biting at her bottom lip.

They had started meeting there beneath the tree nearly every other day. His tall frame hovering nearby as they sketched their surroundings.

"Have you begun seeking a partner?" He asked with a grimace and she groaned.

"No, they've been seeking me." She turns her head to the side and sticks her tongue out, making vomiting sounds. He chuckles at her.

"Is it really so bad?"

"Is it bad? Some of the men are older then my father! They strut around all day doing nothing and when they actually bother to look my way its to tell me how they would rule in my stead."

"They don't." He looks at her incredulous.

"Yes they do. Don't even get me started on the guys that are around our ages. They have no control of what comes out of their fucking mouths. Lincoln, I just want to stab them in the face!" He bursts out in laughter. "Stop laughing! I'm being serious!" Her face breaks into a wide smile before she starts laughing as well, her head leaning on his shoulder.

"Shh!" she hushed him loudly, giggling as he tripped over his feet. "You know for a gona you're not very graceful drunk."

"And you are a very, very happy person when drunk." He chuckles as she leans into him.

"Funny. I always thought I was flirty." She says licking her lip as she pulls him towards her only for him to stumble forward, causing them to fall back onto the couch. Their eyes meet and they lean in before he pulls away.

"No, not like this." He presses a kiss to her head and sits up fixing them as she bites her lip before pulling the large blanket around them and leaning against him.

"Why are your people so scared of the ones that are healing from their time as reapers?"

"It is difficult. Before you, there was no fixing them and now. Now you are here but how do we know our people are still safe when they are there? You must also remember we have seen them lost, turned into monsters that could not even recognize their own child."

"And the ones that never even made it to that twisted hell? What about them? How can your people, the other clans, reject them?" Her eyes teary as she looked up at him.

"I do not know. You have changed things so quickly. Things I have known all my life are no longer true because of you. Others will need more time."

"Why don't you?"

"I was a boy of 12 when my father was taken by the reapers." Her breath caught. "The next time I saw him was when I was 15. I called out for him, I thought . . . just for a moment he recognized me. He didn't." He holds out his hand for hers and she places her own in it. His other hand lifts the side of his shirt and she sees the dark tattoos that curves at his muscled side. He presses her hand to it and she can feel raised skin, she looks at it again and realizes that where the tattoos separate there is old scarring.

"Lincoln?" she whispers, her eyes looking up at him questioningly.

"He attacked me. If I hadn't rolled out of his reach, I would be dead." He takes a deep breath. "I killed him. I killed him before he could kill me." He looks at her. "I have never told that to anyone. Do you think differently of me now?" His deep voice was soft as he asked. She moved to straddle him.

"No. Never." She whispered to him lightly before lightly pressing her lips to his. As she pulled back his hands cupped the back of her head and pulled her back to him. He turned his body laying her in the grass as he continued to kiss her.

A/N: So we do see a new addition to our cast here with Horus, an abandoned warrior from Azgeda. He will become very much like Gustus was to Lexa. An advisor, a guard, and even family. Or even Echo with Nia or Roan, though his extreme loyalty does not stem from fear or wanting to avoid execution but rather from watching Isis during his time healing in Sky Valley with others who were 'abandoned' by their Clan and truly seeing that she has a different view of 'her' people and people in general then he knew Queen Nia had.

P.S. I am sorry about the wait, my flu turned into pneumonia. After feeling like crap for so long I'm finally good again and have also caught up on my papers and homework for my classes. Chapters will be going up starting today obviously and will continue to do so for the next few days.

P.P.S Witch Way to Life or Death is being rewritten completely. I think for my very first story I may have taken on too much trying to create and even switch between 3 OC's that are supposed to have extremely different personalities. As such I've decided that I am going to split them up and even possibly make 3 different versions of the story but this time Death has decided they cannot enter the same Walking Dead universe.

We all know the multi-verse theory so I plan on having all three possibly ending up with their own story. In this case what I'm thinking is that in one universe Cordelia will be Rick's daughter born shortly after high school but before he met Lori as this will still leave him at that same age range of being in his mid-late 40's. OC played by Candice Swanepoel paired with Daryl Dixon.

In the original 'verse Carol would have miscarried earlier on in her marriage because of Ed's abuse while in another Dean is reborn a Peletier. While not unheard of for couples to wait until later on for marriage, I don't see that here and it is unlikely that Carol who was married and who as far as we know never worked and as such likely married Ed in her late teens to early twenties was never pregnant before having Sophia. As such knowing what we know regarding Ed's abuse it is not at all a stretch to believe Carol had likely miscarried at least once if not several times before. Story would be OC played by Ian Somerhalder likely still paired with Amy unless you guys ask for someone else.

As for Violet, I very much imagine her being Hershel's oldest or of age with Maggie, born during his drinking days and either left with or meeting him after her mother passes. I can see this one for Adriana Lima mostly because of her nose and eye color as just like with both Greene girls she too has green eyes or in this case the Greene family eyes. OC played by Adriana Lima paired with Rick Grimes and Shane Walsh.

Let me know what you think.