Hey Guys! So This was not supposed to be a story. I thought I made myself clear with that in the summary, but I decide to keep it going cause it's fun and helps me kill some time.

I also wanted to let you guys know, as some of you've read that the OC's name is Alyson.

Her whole Name is Alyson Fey Anders and for those of you who were wondering why the crap did Daryl called her Fey sometimes. He usually does when he's annoyed or angry at her.

Also, I'm still developing Alyson in my head, that's why there isn't much said about her, but as I keep on posting you guys will see some of her past and what and who Alyson was before the zombie apocalypse.

Now my sweet lovers! Happy reading and don't forget to show me some love by reviewing.


The afternoon sun shone down on Alyson as she made it safe and sound to the pond. She wiped the sweat drops that had started to form on her forehead as she stepped into the dock, slowly walking over it. Sitting at the edge, she sighed as she crossed her feet under her, taking in the scenery before her.

It was ironic how everything here was so peaceful, when the world was going down. Hershel's land was something else. It was as if it didn't exist on Earth itself. Sometimes she forgot that out of this safe haven, there was hell. That all the word had gone to shit and people had died, while she was there, sitting and thinking about trivial things. She laughed at the fact that this actually existed at all and that she was safe in Hershel's land... but for how long, she wondered. How long was it gonna take for them to run for their lives once more, just like in the C.D.C? It was clear to her that at some point, they would need to pack their crap and get running out of this place. There were walkers around, she knew, and although there were a few, she wondered if a herd, like the one back at the highway, showed up here. What was supposed to happen then? Could they deal with all of them?. Alyson knew the answer, she just pushed them to the back of her head, not wanting to preocupy herself too much, but it was impossible, specially after finding Sofia as a walker.

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Shane had finally snapped. He took the pick axe and headed to the barn, breaking off the padlock. He took and broke off everything that kept the walkers locked in the barn and everyone just stood there as the walkers came out. Hershel remained kneeling on the floor in shock as everyone started shooting, keeping the flesh eaters at bay. Alyson just stared at the scene in front of her eyes, she took in the sound of Beth sobs through the noise of the firing guns. Her shock soon turned into anger as Shane and the others finished putting down the last walker. She quickly rushed to him.

"What the fuck did you just do, you son of a bitch!" She screamed at Shane as she walked toward him a pushed him back, but he didn't move a single bit.

"We are fucking dead because of you now Walsh. Why did you have to do this! We were fucking safe here you mother fucker. Do you want to kill us so bad?!" She yelled at him some more as she started throwing her fist at his chest, but he just grabbed her arms tightly. As he was about to answer, something stopped him.

A snarl too familiar for him to pass. Alyson heard it too and immediatly her eyes moved back to the barn where she saw Sofia coming out, but she was no longer alive. The breath in her lungs left her as she heard Carol calling and crying for her little girl. Sofia was a walker. They failed to save her.

Soon Shane released her arms, but she didn't move. Everyones emotions starting to make their presence, making the air thick with sorrow. It was impossible to breath.

Time seemed to stop, for a moment, and before she knew it, Rick pulled the trigger and Sofia fell to the ground. This time Sofia was trully dead.

Everyone just stared. Everyone equally shocked. Equally sad. Realization came and kicked them all in the face and bit them in the ass. They were searching for someone who no longer existed as a living, normal human. Sofia got bit, while everyone said they were going to look for her, but kept on pacing around doing shit and waisting time. She turned because they took too long. Daryl on his own did more than anyone else. Even Alyson, because he refused to let her near the forest. He was faster on his own so he always went alone, but If Shane had placed the same amout of energy he does on his hatred, into searching for Sofia, maybe she would've still be alive, but it was too late now.

After a little while, Alyson heard as Carol sobbed away as she left, but immediately her worry for the older woman left her as she got consumed by the thoughs in her head. 'This is not happening' she repeated to herself over and over again. She was so lost in her head she didn't notice Dale's hand on her shoulder as he called her name.

Earning no answer from her, he shook her gently and called her name, louder this time, but once more, there was no answer. Dale began to worry as he looked at her, noticing the far off look in her green eyes.

Daryl noticed how Dale was searching for a way around her, but she just stayed there, so he moved towards Dale and Alyson's direction as everyone started to scatter away.

"She's not answering" Dale told him, his voice showing concern for the young woman.

"Ey Fey!" Daryl called as he stood in front of her, but her eyes were empty. He gently took her face in his hands and searched for her eyes as he called out to her again.

"Aly, snap out of it..." Suddenly, her eyes shot to his as she looked at him confused, then slowly she turned her head to Dale as Daryl's hands left her face.

"Are you okay?" Dale asked her full of worry and she just nodded, looking back at Daryl.

"Go inside, take some water" Daryl told her as he motioned to Hershel's house with his head gently. "We'll talk later Fey" with that he turned on his heels and left her with Dale, who took her inside for her to get some rest.

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Alyson couldn't remember much after that, except for the immense guilt she felt on her heart. Sofia was just a child and as far as she knew, she had never done anything wrong to deserve any of that, but the world they lived now didn't discriminate. At some point they were all bound to die.

"You shouldn't go off wandering on yer own Fey" Daryl's voice took her off her mind as she turned her head to see him closing in on her.

She showed him her gun, letting him know she wasn't stupid enough to go anywhere without some sort of weapon. Daryl smirked at her as he sat down beside her, observing his surroundings before turning to eye her as she turned her eyes to keep admiring the place.

"Pretty sure you would attract more of em' with that" He said, refering to her gun and she just shrugged.

"I count you'll be there to save my ass" She smiled as he raised an eyebrow at her. Did she really think she could count on him to protect her? he wondered.

"I ain't your hero Fey" he remarked and she just looked at him. A small smirk slowly took place on her mouth before she answered him.

"Can't keep up with the task at hand Agent Dixon?" Alyson bit her lip, trying to keep from laughing and he just shrugged the way she had before.

"You'll be surprised" he mumbled and she nodded gently before looking down at her hands.

"You feelin' better Aly?" Her eyes moved to his as she raised her head to look at him, nodding once more.

"Yeah... I just..." He heard her sigh loudly and knew what was going on. He knew she was having trouble with her words, so he waited until she felt ready.

"Sofia didn't deserve to die Daryl. She was just a kid... I'm not saying that everyone else deserves to die or whatever, but... Sofia? Carl? They're just children for God's sake." He watched her as he listen, letting her say what she wanted. It was better out than in.

"Would you look for me if I ever went missing?" she asked him quietly before biting her lip down, trying to calm down. She didn't know what he was going to answer. Daryl Dixon was a complicated man and she knew it pretty well. She never knew what to expect from him, because he was always so unpredictable, sometimes it scared her.

"I would search for you even in hell" he answered her sincerly, which made her smile as her heart skipped a beat, while her cheeks heated up some.

"I guess that in the end you are my hero, Dixon" she told him after giving him a small peck in the cheek and turning up to leave.

She didn't mind running and hiding for her life, because she had Daryl and even when sometimes she just wanted to shoot one of his arrows to his head, he was there for her, reminding her that she was alive, in everyway possible and that was something she didn't wanted to let go...