Hi guys! Long time no write huh? I'm sorry I didn't mean to, but my bday was on saturday and I was in a very moody mood I guess and then on sunday my mom made me a surprise party 3 it ended at 12 am and I was so tired I just jumped in bed and fell asleep. It's no excuse, I know but please don't kill me!

Anyways, here is a little some some for you guys. I had been thinking of this for a while but didn't know how to close it so I hope you don't kill me for the sucky end.

Happy Reading and remember to R&R for the love of me. Keep this being (me) motivated!.


"Whoa! Who the fuck are you?" The girl eyed him, putting her hands up in the air as he pointed at her with his crossbow as she slowly came out from behind a tree she had hidden herself when she saw his form through the trees around them.

"Could be asking you the same thing" he glared at her. Daryl kept her head in line with his weapon, ready to shoot one of his arrows if she tried something funny.

"You're the first human being that is actually alive" she told him and he noticed the small amount of amusement in her voice. Her eyes met his and she took a step forward immediately alarming Daryl as he growled at her, ready to kill.

"The hell you're doing here? Any walkers following? He asked her, eyeing his surroundings for a moment before turning his deep blue eyes back at her. She shook her head gently, not wanting to be too hasty with her movements since not two seconds ago he almost jumped her.

"I'm just looking to keep my ass safe okay?" Moving her feet carefully, she pushed her knife in his direction slowly, showing him she meant no harm.

It was stupid actually. This guy was taller than her and he was far way bigger than her, she noted. His arms were pretty muscular and he seemed to have pretty damn good reflexes. It was clear to her that he had the advantage in every way possible, so if he decided to end her life there, he could do it easily. She didn't mind too much though. When she thought of reasons to stay alive, she didn't really have one… not that she ever had, but still, even now. Some other people had lost everything, but she didn't really lose anything but her apartment, so what reason did she have to live? Why was it worth living anyway? No one would miss her or search for her. She didn't have anyone to look out for or to meet when everything got better. Maybe she was better dead. Not that she wanted to be one of those flesh-eater freaks, but just plain and simply dead, the way it was supposed to be.

Daryl took the knife she had sent in his direction and placed it away, before turning back to her. "Other weapons?" he asked and once more she shook her head. "That was all" she spoke, slowly lowering her arms as they started to ache. Daryl quickly set his crossbow down to his side while he kept his grip on it.

"You alone?" He eyed her, still not trusting her enough to let her out of his watch. "Yeah…" A sad smile formed on her lips and Daryl simply nodded his head. "You better keep quiet or else I will put one of these in your head lady!" he told her quietly as her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Got a camp" The man told her, apparently seeing her confused expression. Once more she nodded and he motioned with his head for her to move out first as he quickly settled behind, following the younger woman.


She slowly approached his tent, noticing him on her way there, sitting outside, cleaning his arrows and putting them to one side as he finished and picked the next one. "I-I'm-" she started as she stood in front of a small fire he was sitting by, but stopped when she realized she didn't really know what to say to him.

"I'm sorry about what happened to your brother, Daryl? Uh… did I get that right?" He nodded and she sighed in relief. "So…you're really gonna go get him? You must be really close to him to dare go back…" Her eyes gazed up, looking at the night sky. The stars sparkled so brightly and she wondered if they had ever been like that. "And brave" but he didn't answer.

"I'm Alyson, by the way. Thank you for bringing me here, Daryl" She smiled down at him, but Daryl didn't noticed as he only nodded and kept his head down, working on his arrows. "I would do the same you know. I don't think any human being should be left behind to die like that" Her eyes gazed through the area, noticing his tent was further away from the others. Maybe he liked to keep his privacy? He didn't seem to talk much anyway or maybe he was that way with her cause he didn't know her, which she understood, but since he had taken her to the others, she somehow felt closer to him, having spent more time close to the man.

"Also, thanks for the squirrels. It's an odd plate, but at least I have something to eat and so do they" Turning to look back at the camp, she saw everyone working and helping each other. They looked like a family, which made her heart hurt somehow. These people seemed to know each other rather well and since she was new and all, it made her wonder where she would be standing with them. Would they fully accept her? So far everything was so-so. The old man, who she learned was named Dale, seemed nice enough. He had a fatherly charisma to him and looked rather approachable. Then there was Rick, who had been reunited with his family after going through hell and coming back alive. He seemed kind and just. Everyone else seemed a little hesitant, which was scary…a bit too scary for Alyson.

"Maybe you should come join me with the others back at the bonfire. I feel a little awkward there by myself and you're the one who brought me here so I was thin-"

"Don't you ever shut up lady?" Daryl glared at her as he stood, walking towards her. "The hell you're doing here anyways. I ain't your friend or shit" He told her as he raised his voice, clearly becoming agitated. Alyson held her hands in front of her and took a step back. "Relax dude! I was just trying to make some conversation".

"Well I got nothing to talk with you, so go the hell back to your bonfire and leave me alone! Good Lord!" His back met her as he turned around and started picking his arrows. "Well aren't you a total gentleman" Sarcasm dripped from her voice as she gave him a small glare and turned around to head back to the others. At least the children would keep her mind busy.


The next day came by and the small group that was heading back to the city was almost done with their preparations. Alyson went to stand next to Dale, who gave her a smile and she returned it, before Glenn stopped in front of them. He seemed nervous and worried. "Don't worry pal! If Mr. Sherriff there says you're as good as you are, everything will be fine" Alyson told him, motioning back to Rick as she placed a hand to his shoulder, squeezing it gently.

She didn't really know the guy too well, but Rick had told them that thanks to him, he had gotten out of the city in one piece so that meant that he knew his stuff and quite well.

Glenn smiled at the girl, blushing a little as he nodded and turned after thanking her. As Glenn left she saw Daryl who simply inclined his head in a nod to Alyson, acknowledging her. She returned the action before remembering that he had her knife.

"I gave you my knife yesterday" Their eyes made swift contact before he motioned back to his tent.

"You better not steal anything or I will cut your throat with your own knife"

"And if I don't die, will you throw squirrels at me like you did with Rick" She smirked and turned, heading for his tent to retrieve her knife. It was the only weapon she had so far, so she had to keep it close, after all, you could only be safe for so long.