Don't Deserve This

by jessegdixon

When the world goes to hell and the dead start to walk eleven year old Riley Dawson is left in the care of the good ole Dixon boys when they find her trapped in a closet by her walker turned mother. It was a mercy act that they took her with them, she was innocent and pure... and most of all she didn't deserve this. Falls in line with Walking Dead:Survival Instinct and the TV show

2. Chapter 2: Delaying the Inevitable

OK GUYS CHAPTER 2! I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAITS FOR ALL OF MY FANFICS BUT MY COMPUTER CRASHED… LUCKILY HAD THIS ON MY FLASHDRIVE, BUT SADLY MY MURPHY'S LAW FANFIC WASN'T AND LOST MY NEW CHAPTER SO HAVE TO REWRITE THE WHOLE CHAPTER OVER AGAIN, IT'S TO SAY THE LEAST A LITTLE DISHEARTENING I'VE LOST THAT WRITING FOREVER, BUT FOR YOU FANS OUT THERE MY COMPUTER WAS FINALLY FIXED TODAY SO I AM POSTING THIS RIGHT AWAY! :p

SO ANYWHO THE SEAS. 3 FINALE WAS GOOD, BUT SLOW… I KNOW! I KNOW! PEOPLE ARE ALL MAD BECAUSE IT WAS SLOW AND ALL, BUT AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED THE WHOLE SEASON WAS FAST PACED SO A SLOW ENDING IS FINE BY ME, IT LEFT US WITH HOPE AND A GOOD TINGLING FEELING FOR ALL THE POSSIBILITIES FOR SEASON 4, AND HELL PEOPLE DARYL FUCK'N DIXON IS STILL ALIVE! (Seas. 4 shower scene please?)

WELL ANYWAYS I'LL LET YOU GUYS GET BACK TO THE STORY. REVIEW SOME MORE AND IF YOU REVIEWED LAST CHAPTER READ MY REPLIES TO YOUR COMMENTS DOWN BELOW IF NOT JUST SKIP TO THE STORY ALREADY AND STOP READING MY LONG BORING DRABBLE!

LOVE

J

MY REPLIES TO YOU LOVELIES

Dear Pok3monTrain3rBlu3,

Thank you so much! Your review made me so happy! And yes Big brother Daryl is super cute. I love writing for it. The way he treats Riley I think is his way of making up for what he should've had, you know? He doesn't want her anything like him or his brother. At this point in the story I think Daryl is still riding out hope that maybe he can shield her from the world and she'll stay innocent and hopeful and continue to be good and do good, but he's soon gonna get a wake up call that it's just not going to happen. She gonna see stuff and do stuff that will change her and he's not going to like it, but hell there's only so much you can do. And yea Merle was a tough one to lose there will be a lot of flashbacks that will either include him or have his influence involved throughout the story since he wasn't in the show as much as some were. Like I said thank you so much and hope you enjoy chapter 2! LOVE J

Dear DesDesxoxo,

Thank you for being like one of my very 1st reviewers on this story, first off haha. Yea Riley is eleven going on twelve and yes she seems really immature, but I wanted her to be. Sophia and Carl are both 12-13 and in the beginning of the show they acted immature and I wanted to kind of reflect that. I wanted Riley to be this sheltered little girl completely vulnerable to this new world and to be solely dependant on Daryl and the group, but with that I want her to grow into her skin like Carl. This worlds gonna harden her up as the story goes on and I want to watch her build into a survivor. The change the characters go through on this show is really beautiful and unlike a lot of fanfics whose characters just stay the same and as soon as the story starts off their character launches into relationships, I don't want that. I want Riley to change with the story just like the characters on the show. The sweet little Riley you see now won't be the same Riley in say season 2 or 3. She'll change and I love it. And yes god love Merle! RIP Big brother… I missed his smart ass mouth in the finale felt like a piece was missing, there's definitely a hole in my walking dead heart now. LOVE J

Dear Random Guest, Monkey D. Zoe Braginski, iQueenOfTheZombies, & Lord-Cas,

Thank you all so much for your short and sweet reviews! Wish I could take the time and individually thank you all, but a girl's only got so much time on her hands. I am glad you all love my story and Riley it's really encouraging along with all the follows and favorites. Sorry you guys had to wait didn't mean to scare you all. The story's gonna totally revolve Daryl and Riley and I can't wait to write more for you guys working on Ch. 3 and loving it hope you guys love Ch.2 like I did when I wrote it. I send my love and thanks! Continue to review love hearing your opinions. LOVE J

OKAY MY LOVELY REVIWERS READ ON

SEASON 1 PRE-EPISODE 2: Guts

CHAPTER 2: Delaying the Inevitable

-When you love someone you find a way to stay…

~'Caught in the Storm' Katherine McPhee

"DARYL GOD DAMNIT!" Daryl flinched as his father yelled and threw a beer bottle shattering it against the dirt. "What do you mean you fucking forgot it?!" His father was referring to Daryl's crossbow. They were relying on it for the hunting trip they were now on. The truth was Daryl didn't forget it, Merle and his buddies had taken it on a night of drunk hunting and Daryl hadn't seen it sense.

"I forgot it at the house plain and simple. Do you need me to spell it out for ya?!" Daryl retorted back at his drunk father. "BOY WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!" His father quickly screamed back raising his hand. Daryl had chosen the wrong words as the back of his dad's hand hit him sharply in the mouth. Daryl felt the warm familiar taste of blood as his tongue felt the spot where his lip busted from the impact of his father's hand. "YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T PLANT YOU ON YOUR ASS FOR THAT MOUTH OF YOURS BOY! I DIDN'T RAISE NO SMART ASS!" Daryl's eyes filled with anger at his father's voice stinging his ears. "You didn't raise shit!" Daryl said under his breath just out of ear reach of his father.

"Dixon man! Just calm down alright? Me and Buck got our rifles that'll do! Alright?" Daryl's uncle Jess spoke up placing a hand on the piece of shit he called a father's chest, getting him to calm down. Jess was his father's half brother. Daryl's grandma had gotten around, the town whore. She had a one night stand with a Dixon and Daryl's father, Will Dixon, came around as a result of the affair. Jess' father had left her once he found out leaving her to raise Jess and Will alone. As for Daryl's grandfather he had darted when he heard she was pregnant. Will Dixon was a certified bastard and in Jess' eyes he was the reason Jess grew up without a father.

"I mean it boy! Another word from that shit mouth of yours and you'll have a trip to the ER before I'm through with ya!" His father called out to him over the top of Jess. "Daryl why don't you go and get the rifle ammo from the cabin?" Buck whispered to Daryl placing a hand on his shoulder. It was most likely to get Daryl out of range of his father, but he wasn't going to object. Daryl nodded before walking back up the trail towards Jess' weekend hunting cabin.

They had planned this hunting trip for weeks now and Daryl was regretting it. Merle was supposed to be here that was the plan, but he had dropped out last minute to have a weekend of drinking at Jake's bar with the sons. 'Damn you Merle.' Daryl thought in his head as he marched up the path. Merle was never there when he needed him especially today when Daryl had taken the blame for his missing Horton scout.

He finally neared the cabin walking in between the woodpiles and old run down cars surrounding it. The place was a pig sty, but it was Daryl's pig sty. It was somewhere he could get away with Merle whenever they wanted. He walked into the cabin with a loud creak of the screen door. He stepped in the small musky cabin, the smell of cigarettes and beer flooding his nose when all of a sudden he heard the ringing of the phone. No one ever called the cabin. Daryl didn't even know that their old wall phone even worked anymore. Still he went to it and answered with a simple "Hello?"

"Little D is that you?! Thank the lord almighty!" Merle's voice came through the phone frantic. "Merle, that you?" Daryl asked curious to why he'd be calling. "The one and only! Now look man, I got myself in a tight situation here, I need yer help." Merle said hurriedly through the phone. "Damnit Merle! What did ya do this time?!" Daryl asked angrily into the phone. "Jake and those cock-suckers at the bar sold me out over a deal last week! Fontana's holding me… I need bail bro." Merle pleaded through the phone. "Shit Merle! What do you expect me to do?! I ain't got the money!" Daryl got angry at his brother, there was nothing he could do even if he wanted to. "Look man! I know you got money in from that job last week! I'll pay you back!" Merle pleaded. "Yea I've heard that before." Daryl scoffed back to his older brother.

"Come on! They got me locked up with some whack job with a bite on his arm… I can't take this much longer!" Merle complained into the phone pleadingly. "Fine…" Daryl gave in. "But you gotta wait till tomorrow the ole man'll kill me if I leave now, by the way… where in the hell's my crossbow?!" Daryl demanded the answer. "I'll tell ya when ya get here tomorrow, you ain't gonna be happy." Merle said quickly into the phone. "Damnit Merle where's my bow!" Daryl screamed into the phone before hearing a dead tone, Merle had hung up.

"Shit!" Daryl mouthed out before slamming the phone down on the receiver. He than went to the gun rack and pulled off two small boxes of rifle ammo as he heard the door to the cabin swing open. "Daryl! Come out here boy!" Buck's voice called from the front door of the cabin. "What is it old man!" Daryl asked harshly shoving the boxes of ammo into the pockets on his leather vest. "The radio! You gotta hear what they're saying!" Buck answered waving Daryl to hurry.

Daryl followed Buck out the door in a hurry towards his father's pick up where the radio was blaring out loud. "Citizens are strongly advised to avoid all contact with anyone who has or may have been affected." An emergency broadcast rang through their ears as they all surrounded the truck. "Do not try to communicate or reason with anyone displaying strange behaviors, such individuals display elevated hostility and aggression." The radio continued.

"What the hell?" Daryl said under his breath. "If attacked by affected individuals, immediately clean and disinfect any resulting bite or scratch wounds." The radio cautioned them. The men all looked at each other with no clue what the radio was talking about. "Military units have initiated vaccination, rescue, and—"The radio shut off as Daryl's father exited the cab. "Enough of that bullshit! They're all full of crap… let's get to hunt'n boys.

They all followed his lead each grabbing a rifle, a handgun, and their own knifes. "Daryl you go with Jess, I'll go with Buck… take each side of the creek see if we have any luck." His father commanded. "We picked that area clean last time." Daryl retorted back. "Hey what did I tell you?! No arguing you do what I tell ya you lil shit!" His father's voice raised. Daryl backed down off his pedestal angry. "Yes sir." He said bitterly before all four of them marched down the hunting trail towards the creek. They each split up into their own groups of two.

"That shit on the radio man, it's real. The dead coming back tearing apart the living they say it's reaching out past the cities now. That's what they were talking about before you got out here. This is some heavy shit. I tell ya tomorrow morning we need to head back get to one of those shelters." Jess said with fear in his voice as the two walked the edge of the creek. "Nah man, I gotta go get Merle. He called me back at the cabin said Fontana's got him locked up, needs me to come bail his ass out." Daryl said nonchalantly holding his rifle ready for any animal that crossed his path. "Shit again? What he do this time?" Jess asked sighing. "Hell if I know… it's always something." Daryl answered simply before his eyes fell upon a puddle of blood on the ground.

"Yo Jess, looky here." Daryl said as they both kneeled by the puddle. "You ever seen blood this black?" Jess said examining it. "Yea, but only if the kill is dead and I don't remember killing anything here." Daryl said sticking a finger in the blood looking at it. "Maybe something else got done in here." Jess offered up a theory, but Daryl shook his head. "Nah not enough blood to be a kill. Whatever this is, is still moving." Daryl said a little confused himself. "Thought you said this type of blood means its dead? How can it be moving?" Jess was puzzled as was Daryl. This was odd. "Don't know." Daryl sated plainly before following a trail of blood leading into the creek. "Look!" Daryl pointed to the trail going into the creek.

"Yo dad!" Daryl called out to his old man from across the creek. "Check out this blood on the creek bed!" Daryl pointed down to the creek and his father jumped down into the shallow water. "What the hell boy! This better be good!" His father said as he waded through the water to the blood. "What the hell?" His father muffled out as his eyes found the blood. "You ever seen blood this black?" Jess repeated to his father receiving a silent shake of his head from the man. "Jess I'm gonna scope out the area, you guys stay on the creek." Daryl said as he placed a hand on the older man's shoulder. Jess nodded. "Don't go too far, ya hear… If my guts right than this has something to do with the news." Jess told him as Daryl watched his father move up the creek.

"Bye dad." Daryl called out to his father not receiving an answer as his father pressed onward into the creek. Daryl with a sigh and no response continued deep into the woods. His footsteps treaded through the soft moss and bed of the forest as he pressed on looking for any clue to as where the blood had came from. He walked quietly before hearing a low groan, but not from himself. "What the hell?" Daryl whispered as he brought up his rifle to search where the groan had come from.

Daryl turned around a tree meeting a wide clearing where the sun peaked through the blanket of trees. His eyes immediately fell upon the shambled person standing in it. It was a woman, her back turned away from him. Her hair was long and frayed, her clothes were tattered and torn, and the smell coming off of her was the worst stench that had ever had passed through his nose. Daryl than saw the blood that splattered the shreds of clothing, something wasn't right.

"Ma'am you okay?" Daryl called out slowly lowering his rifle and walking to her. She had to be in some sort of trouble by the looks of her. The woman didn't respond to Daryl which made him worry even more. He quickly walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Ma'am?" He asked as he turned her to face him, a regrettable decision once he saw her face. He stumbled backwards in horror. The left side of her face was just a bloody mangled piece of flesh. Her left eye was completely gone, exposing the white bone of her eye socket. 'How is she still alive?!' Was the question that played through Daryl's mind as she inched forward menacingly growling at him.

"MA'AM STAY BACK!" Daryl shouted at her raising his rifle, but she only seemed to grow in pace, moving faster and growling louder. "MA'AM!" Daryl yelled as his finger threatened the trigger, but he didn't react fast enough. She lunged knocking the rifle out of his grasp and sending them both to the ground. "MA'AM! STOP PLEASE!" Daryl shouted as he crawled his way through the grass. She growled lustfully as her bony hands clawed at his pant legs pulling him closer to her. He kicked at her as he struggled to crawl his way to the rifle lying inches away. "MA'AM STOP! JUST— MA'AM!" He yelled and struggled as she made her way up his legs.

He than remembered his knife in his belt and quickly grabbed it. She made her way to his upper body oddly enough trying to bite him, her nails clawing at his vest and red sleeveless flannel as he held her head away from him. He grunted and breathed heavily as he rolled over on top of her placing each knee on either side of the attacking woman. She grabbed at his vest as he raised his knife over his head and let out one swift and heavy grunt before plunging the knife into her skull over and over until he was sure she wouldn't get up.

Daryl pulled his knife out one last time and quickly scooted off her body breathing heavily. He crawled backwards in the grass away from the lifeless body that was once a woman. He sat there next to his rifle staring at the dead woman in awe and utter shock. "What I've I done?!" Daryl whispered hoarsely over and over to himself. He tried and tried to wrap his mind around what just happened, but he couldn't. He had gutted and skinned every woodland creature that existed in the fare state of Georgia, but this was different. This was a person, a woman. She was hurt and needed help, he was a monster.

His thoughts went away quickly though as he heard the sounds of rifle rounds going off and hair raising screams. "DIXON HELP!" Daryl grabbed his rifle quickly and raised himself from the forest floor. He gave one quick look back at the woman before sprinting towards the creek where the screams were coming from. His heart pounded as the screams grew louder. All that ran through his mind was that his father and uncle were somewhere out in the woods and there was something terribly wrong going on. He stopped once he came to the creek seeing Jess struggling with a savage looking man.

The man was in the same condition as the woman he had killed moments before. He was covered in blood and looked like he had been drug behind a car a few miles on a dirt road. Daryl than saw his face as the man tried to take a chunk out of Jess, he had the same blank foggy expression as the woman. "DARYL HELP!" Jess yelled waking Daryl from his stupor. Daryl acted quickly. He once again took out his knife before running over and plunging it in the back of the man's skull. Daryl watched as the man fell at their feet into a pool of black blood. Jess stood in disbelief. "Shit man! What did you do?!" Jess said in a low terrified voice.

"Saved yer ass! Where's the ole man?!" Daryl answered frantically. "He went down the creek with Buck… I heard screams right before this bastard attacked me, you think this is what the radio was talking about?!" Jess said with horror in his voice. "I don't know, but I got a hunch… Come on we gotta find em!" Daryl grabbed Jess's red vest pulling him along. They scaled down the creek bed quickly before hearing more shattering screams. "COME ON!" Daryl yelled at Jess to get him to move faster, the older man not being able to keep up with Daryl's quick pace.

They ran through the creek as fast as they could the water soaking Daryl's boots and socks. "DAD!" Daryl screamed to hopefully be returned with an answer, but no luck. They marched faster as more blood curdling screams pierced the air. "DAD!" He yelled as they climbed out of the creek and into the woods where they found a clearing. Their eyes filled with terror and fear as they saw what the clearing held.

Daryl and Jess watched as two people kneeled over something or more like someone tearing them apart like an all you can eat buffet. Blood splattered their faces as they ripped into who ever it was on the ground. "AH CHRIST! MAN!" Jess yelled drawing the two's attention. Jess quickly raised his hand gun planting a bullet in one of their heads. Daryl raised his rifle and shot the other. Immediately after the two had fallen Daryl and Jess ran to who had been feasting on. Daryl's eyes grew wide as he saw Buck laying there his entrails spilled open. Their long time friend laid there motionless his eyes wide open in stunned fear, he was dead.

"SHIT! NO BUCK!" Jess paced back and forth with tears brimming his eyes. Daryl's throat knotted up as he kneeled down and closed his friends eyes. "What do we do!" Daryl whispered. This was all happening to fast. This was serious and he knew it had to deal with the radio. These cannibals that killed his friend were sick… infected. "Christ! Brother!" Jess whispered before running away he had seen something. A shot rang through Daryl's ears before he heard Jess's voice. "WHAT IN THE HELL?! DIXON!" Jess yelled frantically. Daryl turned to see what Jess was yelling about. He watched as a man popped out of nowhere and bit Jess in the arm. Jess immediately shot him.

"Ah Dix… Nah No man!" Jess said leaning over someone, they looked to be another meal of these infected people. Daryl's ears than heard the familiar sound of his father's voice gurgling stopping him dead in his tracks. "Help me!" Daryl stood shaking and dropped his rifle upon hearing his father's voice. He was scared to go over there, but he had to. "Daryl you okay?!" Jess called out to him, but Daryl didn't hear him as his feet carried him quickly to the scene.

His eyes became wide and glassy as he saw his father lying on the ground in the same manner Buck had been. His insides were now outside and he was choking on his own blood lying on the forest floor. "Dad?" Daryl said hoarsely as his eyes welled up and a lump grew in his throat. "OH—Dad! NO!" His voice choked out as he kneeled down to his father. He fought back tears as he looked up at Jess. "We can—"Daryl's voice quivered. "We could—"He tried to find options in his head, but none were playing through. He took his father's hand covered in blood trying to find a way to help him. "Daryl!" Jess got his attention. "He's too busted up. Nothing we can do now… except…" Jess put his head down and Daryl sat waiting for his answer. "Except ease his suffering." Jess let out.

Daryl put his head down breathing heavily and fighting back tears. He knew that they were too far away from a hospital and even if they were close his father would never make it. Daryl stood up shaking his head, trying to get rid of the thought on what he had to do. He slowly took out his handgun, pulling back the clip. With a long sigh he aimed it down at his dad. Looking into his father's eyes, his hand began to tremble.

Daryl's eyes began to well up with tears again as Jess slowly reached out a hand taking the gun away. Daryl solemnly lowered his head and backed away. He turned towards the woods not wanting to see the sight anymore. He listened to his uncle whisper "Sorry brother" before a gun shot echoed through the trees causing birds to fly out ending the gurgling and dying sounds from his father. No tears made their way down Daryl's face, the only thing that went through his mind after the shot fired was 'I have to find Merle' the only man he could ever count on.

.o.o.

"Daryl wake up!" Riley shook Daryl's arm, abruptly waking him from his horrid dream. "What the hell?" Daryl croaked out rubbing his eyes tiredly. The morning sun stung his vision as it beamed through the tent. "Merle and the others are leaving soon… Mrs. Grimes said I should wake you." Riley replied staring at him with her bright blue eyes. He sat up pinching his forehead. It was that day already, the day him and Merle had scheduled to leave. Time had moved fast, it felt like just yesterday that he had arrived at the camp cradling a sleeping Riley with Merle at his side. He looked up at Riley and sighed knowing the inevitable truth. "Guess we should head out then." Daryl said slowly rising.

Daryl grabbed his boots reluctantly sliding them onto his feet and tying them. He let out another long and loud sigh from within his core as he grabbed his crossbow. Riley watched his actions closely sensing something was off. "Daryl is something wrong?" She asked worried. He ruffled her curly hair, from where she had fallen asleep with a braid in. "Nothing you need to be concerned about." He said grimly looking at her. "Come on let's get out there before they come and hunt us down." He let out a weak smile before climbing out of the tent Riley at tow.

"They're over there." Riley said pointing her small finger to where the group had huddled around a dark green SUV. "Thanks, lil bit." Daryl ruffled her hair once again as he eyed his brother sitting on the hood of the SUV away from the group who were busy hugging and saying good-byes. Daryl walked through camp to make it to his brother, Riley at his heels. About half way there Merle eyed Daryl as well, jumping down off the hood to meet his younger brother. "Hey little D!" Merle said as they approached. Riley stood behind Daryl nervously as Merle drew near. "Still think this is a dumbass idea." Daryl stated plainly to Merle. He than looked down as he felt Riley tug at his shirt hem. "Swear." She reprimanded him as her tiny blue eyes peered up his tall figure. "Woah little brother yer get yer mouth washed out with soap!" Merle teased nudging his brother's shoulder laughing at the girl's reprimand.

"Hey Ri, why don't you head over there?" Daryl nodded for the little girl to head over to the group. She followed his orders and ran over to join the rest of the group. "She sure is a firecracker ain't she!" Merle laughed as she left joining Glenn's side. "When ya leaving?" Daryl asked ignoring Merle's banter. "Once they stop boohooing and pull their britches up, we'll be out." Merle answered nodding towards the group who were still saying good-byes. "Andrea, Jacqui, Morales, T-dog, and Glenn?" Daryl questioned. "Don't seem right to me… They can't hold their own." Daryl said looking over at the small group as they gather their stuff to go. "Buys us time to round up some gear and make the bust on this camp, you better be ready by the time I get back." Merle retorted reminding Daryl again of the fact that they had to leave.

With a long sigh Daryl watched Riley joking with Glenn and saying her good-byes to the departing group. He huffed at the thought of leaving before putting his head down and scuffing his boots in the dirt. "I warned you about getting attached little brother, yer just making it harder on yerself." Merle stated harshly sensing his brother's solemn body language. Daryl began to chew on his thumb nail, a nervous habit of his, knowing Merle was right. "There's gotta be another way." Daryl spoke up grimly. Merle shook his head. "No it's final… we're doing this, you better grow some balls and fast lil brother." Merle said before his attention was drawn away upon something tugging at his dirty shirt hem. Merle looked down to see Riley's innocent and sweet face staring up at him. "What?" Merle spat at her and she curled up a finger to get him to kneel down to her level.

Daryl and Merle both stood in surprise wondering what the little girl could possibly want. As Merle leaned down to her she stood on her tip toes and planted a small kiss on the redneck's cheek. "Stay safe." Riley told him simply before wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. This caught the whole group's attention as Merle kneeled with Riley hugging him. This was different. 'Stay safe' had always been her lines to Daryl never to anyone else, let alone Merle.

Merle didn't know what to do with the simple gesture, but Daryl watched as something in Merle's cold blue Dixon eyes changed. Merle let out a small sincere smile before laying a hand on the little girl's back and patting it softly. "You too sweetheart." Merle whispered Daryl's line back to her. Daryl stood in awe, this was the most affection he had ever seen come from his big brother and it was caused by an eleven year old girl. He looked around at the group and they had the same expressions on their faces he had, but they were softly smiling instead of the disapproving look they usually gave the two brothers.

Riley slowly pulled away and smiled at Merle before he rustled her hair. She walked away back to the group and they all proceeded back to their business. Daryl looked at Merle who still kneeled in the same position, but looked off towards Riley in a daze. Merle's whole demeanor had changed. "Not so easy now huh?" Daryl said under his breath to Merle causing his older brother to look up at him. "I'll see ya when ya get back… Stay safe." Daryl huffed as he walked off towards his tent. He entered the small hut in a pout. He honestly didn't want to leave the group… not yet. He knew how it was to be alone out there and well… it was just plain lonely.

Daryl watched the group from the opened flap in his tent. Andrea hugged Amy tightly before turning and planting a good-bye kiss on Riley's forehead and hugging her also. Riley than stood with her arm wrapped around Amy's waist as the small group piled into the SUV. Daryl watched his brother get into the driver's seat before looking out his window towards Daryl's tent trying to scope one last view of his little brother before he left, but his gaze didn't find him. He watched grimly as Riley waved bye to the car before Merle drove it out of the quarry. The SUV and group members disappeared in a cloud of dirt.

Daryl grew angry watching Riley run off with Carl to play tag, he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to be a coward like his brother, Riley needed him she was too innocent and pure to survive in this world where all it did was screw up innocence. He had to be there to make sure that the world didn't screw her over why couldn't Merle see that. Daryl out of pure anger kicked his pack as hard as he could, making it spill its contents. "God damnit Merle!" Daryl huffed out, angry on what he was making him do. There had to be something he could do to change the situation, to hold it off, anything. He couldn't leave her she wasn't ready for this world on her own. "She don't deserve this!" Daryl huffed slamming his knife into the floor of the tent as hard as he could.

That's when he saw his sling shot lying in the pile of things that spilled from his pack. Merle had given it to him when he about was eleven or twelve. It's what he used to take down squirrels and cause mischief with, up until he was around fourteen when he decided on taking up the bow. Daryl had trained himself to hunt and use a bow, Merle had only taught him guns and a little on tracking. Daryl was a natural when it came to hunting and had surpassed Merle's craft in guns and tracking quickly. It made Merle angry knowing his little brother was a better woodsman than him, but he would never admit it over his foolish, arrogant pride.

Daryl picked up the slingshot looking at it with a soft smile remembering all the trouble it used to get him into when he was a kid. Laughs and screams from Riley erupted from outside as she played with the other kids, something she rarely did anymore. Daryl looked at the slingshot, an idea sparking up in his head immediately as he thought of Riley. He climbed out of the tent quickly tucking the slingshot in his pocket as he stumbled outside. "Hey Riley!" Daryl called out to her. She stopped abruptly and put her hands up to the other children calling a time out.

Riley ran over to Daryl quickly. "Yea?" She asked looking up to him to see what he wanted. Daryl kneeled down in front of her to meet the young girl's eye level. "I got something for ya. You said yer birthday's soon right?" Daryl said smiling as her eyes lit up. She nodded. "Yep two days, I'm gonna be twelve." She said enthusiastically. "Well than happy birthday lil bit." Daryl said as he pulled out the slingshot and laid it in her small hands. "Woah a slingshot! Really?!" She asked her face ecstatic not believing that he had actually trusted her to own one.

Daryl nodded smiling. "Yep… used to be mine when I was your age, Merle gave it to me." He said recalling back the memory in his mind. He felt like he was reliving it all over again as she stared at it and pretend aimed it, just as he had when Merle had first handed it to him. The slingshot seemed like a tradition now. It had been Merle's when he was a kid, than passed down to Daryl, and now to Riley. "You won't miss it?" Riley asked sincerely. He shook his head. "Nah, I got this now." Daryl smirked holding up his crossbow. He than turned back to her. "Now we're gonna set some rules… No shooting at people first off and no cars, this ain't a toy if you're gonna shoot it you make sure nobody's around… the first time I catch it being played with or aimed at something it ain't supposed to be, it's back to being mine." Daryl looked at her firmly. "You got it?"

"Yes sir." Riley saluted him with a sly smirk on her face causing him to smile. "What do ya say… wanna learn how to shoot the sucker?" Daryl said grinning as her smile grew and she nodded quickly. He slapped her on the shoulder before standing to his normal height. "Come on." He ordered and she followed eagerly. Daryl walked around their tent grabbing a few empty beer bottles Merle had left lying around before walking towards the path that led down to the quarry. "Where are we going?" She asked him looking up and grasping her new slingshot. "The quarry." He answered. "Nobody down there plus… bigger stones." Daryl said looking down at her with a smirk. She bounced in excitement at the thought of 'bigger stones'.

Daryl watched as she marched happily beside him. Her long brown hair bounced around her all the way down to her waist as she waltzed down the path. Her blue short sleeve shirt was covered in dirt and sweat. All that hair he knew she had to be burning up. "Girl you ever cut your hair?" Daryl asked playfully as they walked the long path. "Nope mama always loved my hair and never wanted it cut. She said it was too pretty to be chopped off." Riley said looking down at her feet sadly, thinking of her deceased mother, as she walked next to Daryl. Daryl didn't mean to make her upset and he had to change it quickly. "Well yer mama was right… it is too… 'too' pretty." Daryl said emphasizing the 'too' to make her feel special and it worked. He smiled as her grin met his and they continued the walk.

.o.o.

"You got it!" Daryl cheered as Riley broke the last bottle with a good smash from a rock. "Damn Ri… yer a natural!" Daryl said high-fiving her small hand. It was true she didn't miss once out of the five bottles he placed at the edge of the water. "You swear you've never done this before?" Daryl questioned playfully. "Cross my heart!" She said grinning widely as she moved her hand in a cross motion over her chest. "Well than guess we got a pro on our hands." Daryl smiled widely. His mind than went somewhere else as he though of leaving again and another idea popped into his head. "Ri you still wanna learn ta hunt right?" He asked as the plan formed in his head. She nodded eagerly. "Well than it's time you move on ta bigger game."

Daryl had decided if he left with Riley on a hunt before Merle returned, he'd get at least one more night with her and even be able to teach the girl a few new skills before he left. Sure Merle would be pissed at him, but he could handle the wrath of Merle any day. Hell if he left today on the hunt and screwed up Merle's plans, his brother might just forget about the whole damn thing and they could just stay with the group. Daryl knew it was only a pipe dream, but it was worth a shot. Now the only problem was to convince the rest of the group to let him take Riley on a hunt.

"Come on squirt." Daryl rubbed her head. "We gotta head back so we can get some hunting in." Daryl smiled looking down at her excited blue eyes. "Really?!" She couldn't believe he was going to let her go. He nodded before kneeling down with his back facing towards her. "Get on… long walk back and I need your legs working for the hunt." Daryl said as he patted his back issuing her to climb on it.

"What about you?" Riley asked concerned as she slowly climbed onto his back wrapping her arms around his sweat drenched neck, the sun was scorching them. "Don't worry about me. I'm used to hauling deer twice the size of you on my shoulders…. I'll be just fine." Daryl reassured her as he stood shifting her weight into a more comfortable position. Riley's small frame clung to his back as his arms hooked around her tiny legs and they journeyed back up to camp. It was a long shot, but Daryl was willing to take it.

.o.o.

"Daryl you don't get to make those calls." Shane said sternly towards Daryl who stood next to Riley ready with their hunting gear. "Yea well neither do you!" Daryl spat at him. Just as he predicted, the group stood around arguing with him on letting Riley go or not. "She is eleven years old, Daryl." Lori stated as if he didn't know already. "Hell I was younger than her when I first started." Daryl retorted throwing a hand in the air. Riley cowered next to him not liking the fact that she was the center of the argument. "That's before there were walkers in the woods." Shane said bitterly. "I ain't gonna let anything get her… hell we were out there by ourselves long before you guys came around." Daryl said as a response, he knew they were running out of ammo against him.

"Daryl I know since you found her you think you have this weird since of entitlement—"Lori spoke up but was interrupted quickly by Daryl as he neared her face. "And what? You do?! What? Because yer with officer douche-bag over here, you know what's best?!" Daryl spat at her pointing towards Shane. Fire and embarrassment lit up both Shane and Lori's eyes as the group stood around listening to their debate. "Ri here." Daryl said as he moved away from Lori and strapped his crossbow to the little girl's back. "You wanna hunt right?" Daryl asked as he kneeled in front of her. She hesitated as she met Lori's glare before meekly nodding yes. "Than we're goin to hunt." Daryl nodded.

Daryl turned around so she could climb his back once again. He stood as her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs hooked in his arms, the same fashion as before. "Daryl hold up now… you know I can't let you go out there." Shane said firmly stepping in front of him. "What are you gonna do arrest me?" Daryl scoffed before walking past him lugging Riley on his back. Shane went to stop him again, but was held back by Lori who whispered to 'just let the idiot go' like Daryl couldn't hear her. The two annoyed Daryl to no end, always thinking they were the high king and queen of the group.

Riley could sense his tension. "I'm sorry Daryl." She whispered to him as they merged into the woods. "For what?" Daryl huffed as he shifted her weight. "That they got mad at you… over me." She said weakly laying her head on his bare shoulder. "Stop being sorry… yer not sorry… especially to me. Ya got it?" He said firmly looking over his shoulder at her as he continued to lug her through the woods on his back. He didn't need her worrying about him all the time. She nodded her head gently against his back as they made their way deeper into the woods.

.o.o.

Ka Chunk! Daryl's crossbow echoed through their ear's as his arrow found its target, a squirrel high up in a tree. "And that's how it's done!" Daryl said triumphantly lowering his crossbow. "When can I learn how to shoot a crossbow like you?" Riley pouted. They had been in the woods for hours now and the only thing they had done was walk, Daryl taking out an occasional squirrel. "When yer arms grow." Daryl stated plainly. "They're too short." Daryl walked to the base of the tree where the squirrel was pinned feet above them on a branch. Riley stayed back knitting her eyebrows at him. "Are not!" She pouted looking down at her arms. Daryl looked back at her smirking. "Oh really?" He huffed a laugh as she nodded stubbornly. "Fine than… come here."

Riley walked to him obediently. Daryl held out his bow towards her once she was close enough. She raised her eyebrows puzzled as to what he was doing. "Take it." Daryl said with a sneering grin. "What?" Riley asked her eyes wide as she looked at the crossbow held in front of her not believing his words. Daryl waved the crossbow. "You heard me… take it." Daryl smiled a sly grin as her small arms reached out for the bow. Once she had a good grip on the metal frame Daryl smiled before letting go. Immediately Riley's small and fragile arms dropped down under the weight of the Horton bow.

"It's heavy!" Riley voiced out as Daryl took the crossbow back laughing. "You can't carry it… you definitely can't wield it." Daryl laughed rubbing her head before looking up the tree where the squirrel laid on a high tree branch. He wouldn't be able to reach it where it was. "Shit!" Daryl mouthed out knowing he couldn't get the squirrel lodged with one of his arrows. "What?" Riley asked looking up to the spot in the tree where Daryl was staring off at. "Wasted of an arrow… Can't get it, it's too high." He answered her tossing a hand through his brown mop of hair. "Says you." Riley sneered and before Daryl could stop her she started to scale the tree. Daryl watched in shock as she climbed each branch quickly with ease. "Riley what in the hell?! Yer gonna get yerself killed!" He cupped his mouth while shouting up to her.

Riley smiled down at him as she started to climb the long lasting branch out to where the squirrel was. The branch creaked under her weight as she inched closer to the squirrel an arrow sticking from its side. "God damnit! Be careful!" Daryl shouted up to her nervously as he too heard the creaks in the branch. "I almost got it!" She shouted triumphantly back to him. The squirrel's distance ended as she scooted her body within arms reach of it. She grabbed the arrow with both hands giving it a good twist before pulling it out of the squirrel and branch. "Got it!" She cheered as she tucked the arrow in her small boot. Riley held the lifeless squirrel up by its matted tail before pulling her knife out from its spot in her belt. "You said to cut the neck right?!" She shouted down to Daryl. "Yea, but hurry up!" He impatiently called back to her, holding up his crossbow to watch the area of any critters or walkers.

Riley laid down the squirrel across the branch before taking her knife and swiftly cutting through the fur and flesh at its neck to let it drain out. Its blood dripped from the tree branch landing in droplets across Daryl's forehead. He backed up in disgust wiping his forehead. Seeing the blood reflect on his fingers he looked up. "Hey watch it short stuff!" He called up causing her to look down and see his forehead. "Sorry Daryl!" She laughed down to him as he rolled his eyes. He took out his red rag from his back pocket wiping the dirty squirrel blood away. "Just hurry up and get down already!" Daryl ordered. Upon hearing Daryl's orders Riley quickly stowed away the squirrel into her belt along with her hunting knife. The blood from the squirrel trickled down her pants as she climbed her way down to where Daryl stood waiting for her.

"Okay monkey hand over the squirrel… The women are going to kill us over yer pants." Daryl said as Riley climbed down the last branch looking at the now bloodstained jeans on the little girl. Daryl held out a hand as she turned and laid the dead squirrel in it. "Yer gonna have to take a dip in the quarry once we get back, yer filthy lil girl." Daryl smirked as he added the squirrel to his long line already hanging off his shoulder. "So when do I get to really hunt?" She pouted crossing her arms. "I mean all I've done is watch you kill squirrels and climb a stupid tree."

Daryl bit at his thumbnail deep in thought contemplating on what he should do while Riley stood impatiently. "Here… follow me." He said finally as he marched further into the woods. Riley followed at his heel annoyed as to why he was taking so long to actually let her do something. They walked deeper into the woods together in silence. Riley watched Daryl as he inched through the woods protectively holding up his crossbow, wondering what was up his sleeve. "Daryl?!" She called out to him after not being able to take the silence any longer.

"What are we doing?" She said a little too loud once he turned to face her. "Good lord keep your voice down." Daryl scowled putting a finger to his lips to quiet her. "Well?" Riley asked lowering her voice still wanting an answer to her previous question. "Don't worry about it, just keep up the pace." He ordered her turning back around to continue to walk, leaving her no choice, but to follow.

They came finally to what Daryl had been searching for, a clearing, in the dense set of trees. Riley watched as Daryl moved silently around the clearing his bow up and ready to fire as he scoped it out making sure the area was clear. "Daryl?" Riley questioned keeping her voice low like she was told. "Okay… we're good." Daryl said placing his crossbow back on his shoulder once he was sure the tiny area was safe and clear. "Good for what?" Riley asked looking up towards him as he walked over to where she stood, at the edge of the clearing. "Hand me your pack." Daryl ordered nodding to the small red bag that clung to her sweaty back.

Obediently Riley shrugged the straps from her shoulders letting the bag fall to one arm so she could hand it off to Daryl. She held it up to him her tiny arm shaking at the weight of the pack. Daryl reached down quickly taking the pack and relieving her fragile arm from the weight. She watched as he unzipped the long black zipper running down the side of the bag. Daryl pulled out three empty bottles he had stored in the pack before they left. "Here… hold these." He said as he placed the glass bottles into her arms. She watched him in confusion as he still continued to rummage through the small red bag.

Riley's diamond blue eyes grew wide as Daryl's rough hand slowly rose holding a cold metal handgun. Daryl set the pack down beside his feet before pulling back the clip on the gun. "Daryl?" Riley spoke up innocently and a little frightened at the notion of a gun. Daryl than tucked the small piece of killing machinery into the side of his pants as he looked down to Riley seeing the look on her face. "Come on." He said gesturing her to hand him the bottles. She gave them to him willingly and followed him as he marched across the clearing to a nearby log. Riley watched as he placed the bottles evenly spaced out across the log. He than stood up, pulling the gun from its place against his hip.

"Daryl?" Riley looked up in confusion she had put the puzzle together, but wasn't sure about the reality of it. Daryl sighed before kneeling down to her and holding out the gun. "Look, this is gonna be just like the slingshot… you just aim and fire." His southern draw echoed as he held the gun out farther, only to have her push it away not wanting to touch it. "Ri, you gotta learn to protect yerself, now take it." Daryl said firmly, thrusting the gun to her immediately only to follow her shoving it away once again. "No… I have you to protect me, and-and Merle." She said quick and sincerely. Daryl looked down at the ground sighing and knowing the truth that after today they wouldn't be able to, he wouldn't be able to.

"Look Riley, Me and Merle ain't always gonna be there… things happen." Daryl said solemnly running a hand through his sweaty hair as he looked at her. A cold blank expression washed across her dirty sun kissed face. "No!" She shook her head furiously her blue eyes rimmed with hot tears. "You're always gonna be there… Daryl!" She said with a quiver not being able to comprehend any more loss. "Right Daryl? Always? You promise!" She ordered him as she poked a finger into his shoulder forcibly. Daryl sat there looking at her.

Her large blue eyes dug into his soul as she stared wanting him to make a promise he couldn't keep. "Ri the thing is…" He said taking one of her small hands in his. "The thing-the thing is Ri… when Merle-when he gets back, him and I are- we are-we are uhmm…" He began stuttering as he looked at her not being able to let the words, the truth, escape his lips. He stared at her trying to find the words before shaking his head.

"Me and Merle we- we are gonna cook up this squirrel and stay busy protectn' ya… okay?" He muttered out quickly, gaining a big grin across her face. "You promise though? Always?" She asked sincerely and he nodded. "Always." He whispered before she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight and warm hug. He sighed as he placed a hand on her back gently rubbing the blue fabric of her shirt. He had lied to her… made a promise he knew was impossible to keep. Guilt rested in a pit at the bottom of his stomach as he hugged her. He wanted to tell her everything, to just march back to camp and let the women deal with the crying mess she would become over the news, but he just couldn't find it in his heart.

Daryl pulled her away and again held out the gun. "Now look wouldn't it be cool to see the look on Merle's face when he finds out that you know how to work a gun?" Daryl said with a smirk knowing that would spark her interest more than safety. Her face lit up at his statement letting a small sheepish grin escape her lips. "Are you sure you wanna see the look on Mrs. Grimes face when she finds out?" Riley raised her eyebrows laughing. Daryl laughed at her comment and nodded his head. "Yer one smart kid." He said ruffling her hair as she giggled. "But… I think I've got enough looks from her, I doubt one more will matter." He said laying the loaded gun into her small hands. "It's heavy." She stated as she held it up with both hands.

Daryl laughed at her weak arms trying to support the gun. "Don't worry those weak ass arms of yours will get built up in no time… So what do ya say, wanna learn to shoot this piece of shit?" Daryl asked grinning as she held the gun, her boney arms once again shuttering under the weight of the heavy machinery. She looked over at him and quickly nodded her head eagerly.

.o.o.

The little girl had a natural born gift for aiming Daryl thought as they marched once again through the woods to find a spot to camp for the night. It was growing dark and Daryl could see the small flashes of Georgia lightening bugs starting to peak around the trees. Riley walked triumphantly holding her head high. To Daryl's expectation she had missed her first shot, but she had quickly gotten a feel for it and every shot afterwards had been damn near perfect. The girl was a definite mystery to him. She was so innocent and happy all the time, but give her a chance and she'd whip something totally out of the blue shocking you that such a young girl could be capable of anything like it.

Riley felt successful and no longer useless and Daryl was glad. He had taught her skills that would help her survive in the future, a future without him in it. Besides the fact of teaching her how to shoot and protect herself he had also taught her a few snares to catch rabbits and opossums, plus a few tricks to help catch a clever coon that would outsmart any ordinary snare. They set up a few in the area and in the morning they'd check them. He let her set a few on her own to see if she was capable, they'd have to find out in the morning.

They stumbled upon another clearing and Daryl placed a hand in front of her issuing her to stop so he could make sure the area was clear. As she waited for him to get done she pulled out her slingshot taking aim at a helpless branch sticking from a large oak. The small stone hit its target with a quiet 'Kachunk' as a few shreds of mossy bark skinned off the branch. Daryl looked back at her with an annoyed glare as the stone fell a few feet away from him. He shook his head a grin coming from the corner of his mouth as he placed his crossbow on his shoulder. "We'll camp here its safe for what I can tell." Daryl nodded still looking around the dark woods as the sky grew a deeper and darker shade of purple.

"You sure?" Riley asked scoping the area with her eyes as well. "What if walkers come during the night?" She asked her eyes shining in the moonlight as they stared up at him. They hadn't ran into any walkers which Daryl was thankful for. They had managed to get through this apocalypse so far with Riley witnessing only a few of the undead being put out of their misery and Daryl wanted to keep it that way. The less death and gore she saw the better.

"Hey I told you I'd protect ya… right?" He asked sternly to get her mind off of the subject. She nodded, pleased with his response to her question. "Now get out those blankets, don't need you getting a cold… Lori will have my head." Daryl joked while he set out to gather some brush for a fire. He headed to the edge of the clearing as Riley kneeled down and pulled out the three blankets he had brought. One large blanket to lie across the ground and two small ones for him and her.

Daryl kneeled down his back facing Riley as she laid out the blankets. He grabbed dry twigs and leaves for kindling, nothing big though like logs. They only needed a small fire to remain unseen by any lurking creatures. Daryl filled his hands with the kindling he needed quickly. 'This'll do.' He stated in his head before a familiar god awful scent filled his nostrils making him want to gag almost. His mind didn't register the smell until he heard the sound of a screaming little girl behind him. He turned quickly his eyes filling with horror as he watched Riley pointing the handgun at a walker five feet away from her.

"Daryl!" She screamed in terror, her arms shaking as she held the gun up. Her screams made the walker's lust grow as it moved faster in pace towards her growling. The little girl only closed her eyes not being able to shoot the once living human being. Her whole body was shaking in fear. "RI! MOVE!" Daryl yelled as she stood there. He was now holding up his crossbow, but couldn't get a good enough aim at the walker without hitting Riley. "Shit!" Daryl shouted tossing his bow to the ground and pulling out his knife. The walker than grabbed one of Riley's small arms making her drop the gun and shriek.

This was it Daryl thought in his mind as he watched the walker latch its filthy hands on her arm. The group was right he should've left her at camp, but he was selfish. Selfish, because he wanted one more night and now he was going to have the blood of a little girl on his hands. "NO!" Daryl screamed as the walker's yellow jagged teeth lowered to make ready for its bite. Without hesitation Daryl jumped tackling the walker to the ground. He didn't know whether or not he had made it in time. All that controlled him was his fury. He couldn't believe that it had the nerve to lay its dirty hands on her.

He plunged his long hunting blade into the hard skull of the walker repeatedly. Blood splattering his face as he screamed in anger. "YOU BASTARD!" He screamed as the image of Riley being attacked played over in his mind. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!" He screamed as he stabbed the head over and over. The skull quickly turned to blood, gore, and brain matter. He breathed heavily as he took one last plunge into the skull with his knife. Daryl's throat built up into a ball, Riley was in danger because of him.

Soft sobs erupted from behind him and he quickly turned his head. Riley sat on the forest floor her legs sprawled out in front of her as she sobbed staring at the bloody heap lying in front of Daryl. Tears ran down her face uncontrollably as she stared at the dead walker, not once looking at Daryl. "Riley?" Daryl whispered unsure of her condition. Her gaze fell upon him and she cried more. Daryl crawled towards her, but stopped as Riley scooted away from him frantically. "No!" She cried as she backed away quickly. "Ri?" He whispered to her, confused as to why she was acting that way. He reached a hand out and moved closer, but she kicked at him. "No stay away!" She sobbed crawling backwards through the grass to get away from him.

Daryl looked at his hands seeing the blood splattering them than back to Riley's terrified blue eyes. He wiped at his face more blood revealing itself. He than realized she wasn't afraid of the walker… she was afraid of him. She raised her handgun at him sobbing. "Ri—I-I…" He stuttered softly not knowing what to say as he remained within her sights. This was the first time she had witnessed the true carnage of a walker being killed. The other times they had been on the run and hadn't had time to process it. This slaughter she had plenty of time to process and it had been a brutal one at that.

"Ri I'm sorry." He whispered moving closer to her as she sobbed. He gently placed a hand on the barrel of the gun her hold on it loosening slowly. He carefully slid it out of her small hands and tossed it aside. He looked at her as she brought her knees to her chest and cried as she stared blankly back and forth at him and the now lifeless walker. "You bit?" He asked worried, not knowing whether or not he had stopped the walker in time. She shook her head no before lunging in to hug his neck in a warm embrace, tears coming immediately. She sobbed into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her gently rubbing her back in a soothing rhythm. "Shhhh now… I told you I'd protect ya."

.o.o.

TO BE CONTINUED:

NEXT WHAT DO YOU MEAN MERLE'S GONE?

So! Now that the story is back, after my computer problems, what did you guys think of Ch.2? Riley had her first changing point in this chapter with Daryl in the woods. She's growing into a little survivor now. Setting snares, climbing trees, shooting guns, gutting squirrels, hunting next to a crossbow wielding badass, and getting attacked by walkers! What the perfect life for an eleven year old little girl. You're gonna see her slowly change just like the rest of the group… is it wrong I find damaging a fictional little girl's childhood so fun? Maybe, but what the hell, it keeps you guys coming. Had our very first flashback this chapter… Note the flashbacks have no specific order like for example, this one was set during the start of the outbreak in Daryl's POV the next one might be a year before the outbreak, who knows. Not saying the next one will be a year before the outbreak, but you get my drift. Anyways like always review and I will bring you Chapter 3 here soon!

RIP Andrea

From

Season 1 Episode 2~ Guts

November 7, 2010

To

Season 3 Episode 16~ Welcome to the Tombs

March 31, 2013

-I know how the safety works…

Andrea

Even though you literally laid with the enemy I'll still miss you! I'm sorry you had to pay for your mistakes. You were a badass in both the comic and the show! You were with us from the beginning, say hi to Amy for us!

LOVE, J