Next chapter- the villagers from Woodbury arrive, and the citizens meet our favorite two rednecks. Please review!

Carl scowled when he saw the grey bus pull in. "What's this?" he asked Rick, who sighed.

"The Governor gunned down his army. These are what's left if his people. They're scared, they didn't have enough people to defend the wall. They're scared, we have a safe place. They're staying with us."

Carl scoffed, shaking his head, walking away, and Rick sighed. The citizens of Woodbury were filing out, now, looking around, as though scared. They had every right to be, after hearing their trusted leader had gunned down about half of their population.

They were milling around, and Rick lifted a welcoming hand and spoke. "My name is Rick- Rick Grimes. I know it doesn't look like much, but it has fences. Now, you're all welcome here. I'd like to introduce you all to the group."

Carol nodded. "I'm Carol."

"Hershel Greene. These are my daughters, Maggie and Beth."

"And this is my husband." Maggie said, smiling at Glenn.

"My son Carl is around here somewhere, as well." Rick said. "I assume you know Michonne, and... Daryl! Get over here!" Rick yelled.

Everyone looked over to see Daryl skinning a squirrel with Jamie nearby. She was in the denim jacket that'd belonged to Ryder, hair in a ponytail that contrasted with the coon tail that dangled from her cap.

Daryl sheathed his hunting knife and stood, and Jamie set down the arrow she'd been making, flipping in her switchblade and pocketing it.

They strode over to surprised looking crowd of villagers. Daryl wiped his bloody hands on his jeans. "I'm Daryl Dixon, if that's all you wanna know."

Daryl looked to to Jamie, who spoke easily. "Name's Jamie. Jamie Dixon."

Rick looked over at her, slightly surprised. Jamie was basically Daryl's daughter, but she'd never before called herself Dixon. Still, it was fitting. Like it was meant to be.

Daryl had known that regardless of blood ties, Jamie was his. He couldn't help but beam with pride when she said his last name- she was a Dixon.

"Can we go squirrel huntin now? You promised." Jamie said quietly. Daryl nodded. "Go get the bows." the onlookers from Woodbury watched as she went over to the small area beside the guard tower, coming back with her own bow slung across her chest and Daryl's crossbow. Daryl nodded to Rick, before heading towards the hole in the fence, Jamie beside him.
They ducked outside the fence and disappeared into the forest.

Rick nodded. "You can all choose your beds in the cell block- what's our is your now."

They had the fire as normal that night. The people from Woodbury were slowly mingling and adjusting to being at the prison, and the children laughed slightly as they told jokes. Lizzy and Mika sat beside their father calmly, eyes scanning the fire.

There was a sound, then, an eerie birdcall, in the distance, and everyone fell silent, looking to Rick.

"It's just Daryl calling to Jamie." Rick said calmly.

"Wouldn't they have to be separated for him to be calling?" One of the new residents asked, and everyone collectively paled.

"Jamie is fine- she's a tough kid." Rick said calmly.

"She's a little girl." Lizzy's father said quietly, moving to be closer to his own girls.

There was another eerie birdcall in the night, Jamie's response, followed by the sudden, fierce moaning of a walker eager to kill.

"Jamie!"

There was a sickening squish, then, and the moaning stopped.

"Got the fucker." Jamie voice drifted through the darkness, and Rick had to grin. He could tell by her voice she was smiling.

"That's m'girl." Daryl smiled, and they both materialized by the dim reaches of firelight, ducking through the hole in the fence and tying the wire back in place.

They approached, as normal, and Rick nodded to them. "Get anything?"

Daryl nodded, tossing a string of squirrels down. Jamie knelt for a moment, wiping her bloody knife on her jacket to clean it. The red smears stained, and people couldn't help but stare...

"What was that all about?" Carol asked. "You two get separated?"

Daryl nodded. "Yeah- herd cut us off down by the creek, had to split up and double back. Met up again by the fence."

"What happened by the fence?" a woman asked, voice shaking.

"That? Jamie heard me coming, was trying to figure out if I was a walker or not. Walker came up behind her, I yelled, and she whirled and nailed the bitch." Daryl said, handing some meat to Carol. "Might as well cook it, seeing we got people." he said simply. Jamie wasn't much for talking. She didn't know these people, they probably thought she was strange. Besides, she was much more comfortable just speaking to the original group.

"Jamie- c'mon." Daryl nodded to Rick, and they both headed towards the guard tower. They'd taken to sleeping in it ever since they'd spent the night there after Merle was killed. It was unofficially theirs.

Carl had befriended a boy his age named Patrick. It was taking his mind off... her... but still, he couldn't help but stare when she came by the fire with Daryl.

Ponytail a little shorter than the raccoon tail from her cap, it still showed it's chestnut color. Her ripped up jeans and denim jacket, the one that'd belonged to Ryder, was now a vest. The sleeves had been shredded over the course of time, and he couldn't help but smile as the people from Woodbury blanched when she started to clean her knife on it. Typical Jamie.

She looked up and met his eyes for a split second before looking away, giving him a painful reminder that she wasn't speaking to him.

Still, she looked hot. Dirt on her face, blood on her jacket, and that cool, confident look in her eyes, with a little hint of mischief mixed in. She was still Jamie- but it stung, since she wasn't his.

As soon as she was gone, Patrick elbowed him. "She's pretty cute."

"I know. She's mine." Carl lied.

"No way." Patrick said, looking at his friend through his thick-rimmed glasses, surprised. Carl's eyes were narrowed, a grim expression on his face. He realized Carl was serious.

"Sorry, man, I didn't know."

"It's fine. You'll get to know her soon enough. Just don't get too close."

Patrick didn't know it yet, but Jamie was untamable- he just hoped somehow, he'd be able to get her back.

"Jamie." Daryl said, watching as his daughter rolled out her blanket for the night.

"Yeah?"

"Y'did good out there, by the fence."

"I know." Jamie said simply, giving him that grin she had. " G'Night, Dad."

" 'Night, Jamie.