Hey guys! long time huh? sorry bout that! I've been going through a few stuff lately and on sunday TWD just did unrepairable damages to my heart. I don't even know if you guys were still hoping an update, but here it is, hopefully you enjoy and also I'm so grateful to those who actually review and let me on your thoughts, I know I'm not the best writer but I do what I can with what little english I know.

Nwayz! I'll stop now! Happy Reading and don't forget to R&R.


Hectic; that was the word that described camp at the moment. Everyone gathering their stuff and heading back to Hershel's house, some moving the cars just like Rick had told them… everyone was busy and it was looking hectic as heck.

After the previous events that went off the night before, Hershel had decided that staying out in the open was not a good idea, so he offered his home feeling that they could be safer, not just from the walkers, but from the cold winter that was fast approaching them.

Between Dale's death and the frenetic moving of personal stuff into the house, Alyson had barely had any time to talk with Daryl. Sure she had spent the night with him, but after morning came, she found herself alone in the tent since he, apparently, got up early. All in all, this day was far beyond what she had grown accustomed since they were in the farm. Her greens eyes moved towards the RV as she came out of the tent with a few of her and Daryl's stuff in a plastic box. It seemed unreal and she somehow expected Dale to be there, at the top of his RV, keeping watch, just like always, but the fatal truth was that he was gone. It dawned on Alyson, making her heart sink and her eyes sting. It was insane how the simplest of things could make you hurt and regret so much, but the worst part of all was that no longer she could apologize; no longer she could take her words back or let him know how bad she felt, because he was gone.

Walking towards the pick-up she placed the box in the back and headed back to gather a few more of Daryl's things to finish packing up. Truth was he didn't have lots of things, but she had more than him which meant having to fill one and a half box, completing the second half of the box with the little few things of him that remained in their tent.

A small smile formed in the young woman's lips at the term. 'Their' tent, but was it really? 'Their' tent. Alyson knew she had feelings for the hunter and that in some way he returned them, but they never sat down to talk about the topic, maybe because she didn't know how he would react or maybe because she didn't want him to feel awkward just like she knew he would, but she couldn't help but wonder what they had? Were they in a relationship? Or was it all just still a 'booty call', after all that was the idea. It was supposed to be sex and that was all, so when did her feelings started growing for him?

Alyson opened the big plastic container, before taking it outside, looking for one of Daryl's flannel shirt that would still have the sleeves on, to cover herself. The day had been rather chilly and she really didn't have that many warm clothes and on top of that, her cardigan, which was the warmest thing she had at the moment, was waiting for laundry day, so for the time being, she was going to make do with one of Daryl's shirt and she hoped he wouldn't mind much. She tucked the shirt under her pants and rolled the sleeves to ¾ as she adjusted it to her body as best as she could, being that his shirt was bigger than her.

Closing the box once more, she took it and carried it to the pick-up and just like before, she placed it on the back of it as she climbed up before T-dog took off the car, moving it closer to Hershel's house.


"Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you had a hair brush I could use to fix my hair. It's kinda tangled and its driving me insane" Alyson told Maggie as she rolled her eyes, letting the other girl know just how bad she needed to fix it. Maggie offered her a smile as she stepped back, letting Alyson step into her room, before handing her the brush the green-eyed brunette had asked for. "Thanks. I won't take long" She promised Maggie and headed to the bathroom, to brush out her hair, which had grown quite a bit since everything happened.

Alyson stopped in front of the bathroom door, placing her hand on the knob to open it when Daryl emerged from it, taking her by surprise. "Hey there stranger!" she greeted him as she took in his appearance. She had to admit he looked rather nice with the long sleeved shirt he had on and his leather vest, which made her blush. "I packed your stuff with mine… Hope you don't mind" His eyes found hers as she spoke and he nodded, letting her know he had understood. He kept eye contact for a few more seconds, before his eyes took her full image. She looked tired, her eye circles a little more noticeable than before, maybe it was how much she had cried the night before. He noted that her face and neck were looking skinnier due to their new diet. Somehow she looked fragile and that stirred something inside him that made him very uncomfortable. "Are you ok?" He asked her while watching her expression. Daryl was rather observant and knowing her he was sure she would say she was actually okay, even when she wasn't. "I'm managing" He heard her say as she nodded and smiled slightly at him to which he returned the nod back at her. "Ya need to rest and eat more Fey! Need to stay strong" She shrugged as her eyes turned down to her hands, watching herself fidget with the brush Maggie had given her. "I'll do my best, Dixon. I promise" Alyson looked back up at him, letting him know she meant what she said. He stepped closer to her and placed one hand on her shoulder as the other grabbed the back of her neck gently while pulled her closer, kissing her forehead before turning and leaving without a word.


Making her way out the door she saw T-dog rushing towards the house, announcing that Randall wasn't in the stables. She and Daryl exchanged looks as everyone rushed out, leaving her to catch up with them.

Rick was inside the stables, checking around as Daryl looked through the surroundings while the rest of the group came with hypothesis on how the young prisoner escaped.

"I thought he was hand-cuffed" Alyson said as she tried to make sense of what had just happened, when Rick stepped out "The hand-cuff are still hooked, he must have slipped them" He said to which Carol quickly asked how it was even possible. "It is when you've got nothing to lose" Andrea added as she too came out of the stables. "The door was secured from the outside" Hershel spoke as he too tried to make some sense out of the situation. Everything was going in the wrong direction and pretty fast. If Randal had indeed escaped, only God knew if he was half-way towards the farm at the moment with his group. If that was the case, they wouldn't stand a chance.

"It seems fucking impossible for him to have been so sneaky, Rick. Something's not right here." Alyson suggested as she folded her arms across her chest. Her gut was telling her that something was really off and it so happened that Shane was nowhere to be seen. Rather convenient, she noted.

"Rick!" A voice called, which alarmed everyone but soon enough they found the source. "Rick!" It was Shane. He was making his way to them, looking rather bloody and desperate. "He's armed. He's got my gun…" He kept saying and explaining what happened. Lori was starting to look worried just like Carl. Rick immediately started to give instructions and telling T-dog and Hershel to keep everyone back at the house and lock themselves in.

They had to go look for Randal, at least to make sure that the kid wasn't going to be bringing his sadistic group towards their camp. Last thing they needed was more people dying. Alyson wasn't too sure of what was really going on but for some reason that feeling she had on her gut just turned a whole lot worse, especially when she heard Rick telling Daryl and Glenn to join the search party. She kept her eyes fixed on him, not wanting him to go, but a hand on her shoulder woke her from her trance. "Don't worry Al. Everything is gonna be okay" Rick told her and she nodded in response to the man before looking him in the eye. "You be careful out there Rick. Keep your eyes opened" He nodded to her and turned as did she, but a hand grabbing her arm made her turn back around to face none other than Daryl. "Be careful, Fey. Sumbitch gets to you, you kill 'im. Stay alive" He said, his voice as serious as she has never heard him before. "You too, Dixon. Stay alive or I'll kill you myself" Alyson half-joked, trying to shrug off the bad feeling she had. "Ain't planning on dying anytime soon, woman!" Daryl released her and once more turned to leave and T-dog called her as he motioned for her to go back to the house.


"I'm going after them" Andrea stood, but Lori quickly interrupted her, trying to talk some sense into the woman on how they needed her there. "They've been out there for a while. They should've been back by now." Alyson sighed trying to keep her nerves at bay, but failing miserably. Suddenly the door opened as Glenn and Daryl stepped in. "Rick and Shane back?" He asked while looking around, his shoulders relaxing a bit when his eyes found Alyson in the corner of the room. "We heard a shot" The man said. "Maybe they found Randal" Lori replied as she turned her head to look at him. "We found 'im. He's a walker" Daryl spoke once more, taking everyone by surprise at the news of Randal. "Did you find the walker that bit him" Hershel asked the younger man, but this time it was Glenn who told him that Randal wasn't bit. "His neck was broken" Daryl finished. Maggie looked at them even more surprised at the news, just like the rest. "Shane and Randal's track were on top of each other, so they were together" Daryl said. "So are you implying that this was somehow Shane's doing?" Alyson bit her lip as she stepped forward. "why would he-" Lori suddenly interrupted Alyson as she started getting nervous. "Will you please get back out there and find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on" She told Daryl as she stepped in front of him. She was starting to get worried about the situation, especially since she knew Shane and Rick were at odds thanks to her. "You got it" Alyson rushed past Lori and Glenn to catch up with Daryl as he headed outside. Andrea and Glenn following behind.

"Daryl" Alyson called as she approached him, but he quickly took her hand and as he moved slowly, noticing the walkers that were closing in the house. "Fey, go tell the others" She nodded as she released her hand out of his and rushed into the house. "Guys… A big herd of walkers is in the land" Her eyes moved to look at Hershel who immediately went past her to the balcony, the rest followed the older man, their eyes wide in fear as they saw the amount of flesh-eater that were in the barn. "Maybe they're just passing, like the herd on the highway. We should just go inside" Glenn suggested, trying to keep everyone calm, but mostly himself. "Unless there's a tunnel downstairs I don't know about, a herd of that size would tear the house down" Daryl said, trying to stay quiet, but then Lori came out freaking out on how she couldn't find Carl.

"Here" Maggie handed Alyson a gun and she nodded gently, thanking the younger girl. "We'll take the cars, kill as many as we can and lead the rest off the farm." Andrea said to Hershel. "This is my farm. I'll die here" The oldest Greene told them, determination clear in his voice as he moved out. "Stay with Glenn and Maggie, Fey and don't get bit" Daryl turned to face Alyson who nodded at his request and smiled. "As long as you promise not to get eaten yourself" He smirked at her comment as he once more leaned in to kiss her forehead, not caring who was around. "Right. Is a good night as any" He said as he jumped from the balcony to get his motorcycle.


Night had been crazy. The farm went down and no one knew anything about Rick or Carl or Shane for that matter. Maggie was having a break down as she didn't had any news from her father and sister. Glenn was worried, not only for Maggie but for the rest as well and Alyson, she was still in a daze. Another safe place gone to hell.

It was sick. Was God toying with them? Because if he was he had a very horrible sense of humor. She couldn't help but wonder about the aftermath of this. There was Fort Benning, but at the events of how everything usually turned out for them, most likely there was no military help or whatever shit there was supposed to be and if there was, maybe some crazy scientist would make it explode or walkers would attack or maybe even better but a gang of bastards would get there and fuck everything up, because that was just how lucky they were. She hoped God was having a good laugh, because if he had more shit like that in store for them, she was going to commit suicide.

"We are here" Glenn announced as he stopped the car in the highway. Alyson had been too busy, thinking all the way she hadn't had heard the sound of the bike, until now. She rushed out the door, looking frantically around until she saw him as he got off the bike. A smile formed on her lips as she rushed past everyone to him, stopping in front of the man "You bit, Dixon?" trying her best to hold back a chuckle, she looked down regaining her posture, before looking into Daryl's deep blue eyes she cherished so much. "You ain't getting rid of me anytime soon, Fey" He mumbled, slightly annoyed at her question. "I wasn't planning on it redneck".