A new survivor

So, walking dead is my favorite show (followed closely by Criminal Minds and Bones). I love the character Carl, and the actor Chandler Riggs is very talented. I love the Carl/OC pairing, and really don't like the Carl/SOPHIA pairing. i hope you like this fic x

P.S. Tried to use American language and products, I'm english btw

Chapter 1

Catching up with the crew

"So, what do you miss the most Rick? From before..." Beth tried to form the words.

"The world went to shit?" Suggested Daryl with his usual cocky smirk. A tight smile tugged at everyone's lips. After getting free from terminus, all the original group members from the prison and the 'gonna save the world' dudes went their separate ways from the other 'cattle'. Luckily, no one had been eaten. They were currently holed up in a hospital surrounded on one side by a housing development and on the other side, a wood. It was two years after and Judith was now 4.

"Going to the firing range." Answered Rick. Someone snickered.

"The whole world is a firing range now Dad".

Rick looked towards his boy with a light in his eyes that only his children or occasionally Michonne could bring. "What about you then Carl?" The group looked over to their leaders son.

He wanted to say 'Our house' and, 'My friends'... 'My Mom'...

"Subway" he decided on "A nice juicy meatball marinara. Michonne?" Again, she wanted to say the things that she truly missed but did the same as Carl.

"Nutella. I could've eaten a whole tub" She said, licking her fingers to illustrate this.
everyone had a food they missed, so when ever they made a run, they would look out for their favorite foods. In fact, it was time for yet another run to be completed. As Carl was now 17, he was allowed to go on scouting and runs. He had become a rather accomplished tracker as well as a hunter. It was often a tag team of Carl, Michonne, Rick and Daryl that went out. The other members of the group were well versed in defense by now and could hold down the fort without them. Some of the coldness from Lori's death had evaporated away from Rick and Carl. They acted like Father and son as well as friends. There was laughter, jokes, love... It was almost too good to be true.

They were running low on meat and various foods so they decided to take a run into town and then into the woods to hunt and set new traps. They had to set traps that held the caught game high in the air so the walkers couldn't get them. They also managed to grow vegetables, fruit and herbs in the middle part of the hospital gardens. They made their way through the housing estate to the little town. They kept extra supplies under the floorboards of each house, incase they are overrun and can't grab any from the hospital. Each door had a graffiti 'x' on it. If the house was cleaned out, a line from a song would be written on it. Only 8 of the 20 were left. Last week, each garden had been fortified and various fruit and veg planted. They got into one of the 8 houses shortly after sunrise. Each room had a stash of food made to feed 5 on rations for a week. As they were now only extras, they lasted even longer. The food was made up of stuff from the homes, hospital vending machines and cars. In each house was a very stocked medical kit also. All of them had secret rooms to camp in also. The stairs had been knocked out from all of the houses and replaced with a rope pulley system courtesy of Carol.

Entering the house, Carl took note of the fact that whoever lived here had a few kids. He wondered where they were now? Were they fortunate like him, have a family member still and the most safety this world could offer? Had they survived, but were alone? Did the house get overrun and they got bit and turned? Did their parents mercy kill them? He always worried about his baby sister.

"Hey, Carl?" Asked Michonne, looking over worriedly at the boy.

He snapped out of his dreary daydreaming. "Mmn huh?" He questioned?

"Are you ok?" Michonne had been such a wonderful person to him. He had often said to her, that she was almost like his Mom. She could never replace Lori, but she could be there for him and care like his Mother once did.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just out of it a bit i guess?" He carried on searching the house. There were 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, an attic, a kitchen, study, Dining room and living room. The attic and one of the bedrooms was spent, so Carl went into one of the others. he opened the floor boards under the rug and reached in. He found Glenn's favorite, Hershey's Cookies and cream. There was also about twenty packets of various brands and flavor chips, some powdered milk and eggs and well as dried fruits. That seemed to be enough. They would next go into the woods and collect the game they had set traps for.

The drive there was uneventful. No walkers which was good. Every few days they would go out on a kill spree. Whittling down the walkers meant that if a herd past through, at least nearby ones wouldn't join them. They had gone out on one of those spree's the day before so that explained why their were none. they reached the forests edge after bringing the rations they collected. Glenn had practically screamed with joy. He had also refused to share with Maggie so she was now sulking.

They reached the part of the forest where the car could go no further and walked cautiously into the brush. They found 10 of the 14 traps near the lake as most creatures would go there to drink. They had gotten a doe, six rabbits, two squirrels and a woodchuck. The next three were empty and the next... there were walkers. But not a couple. About a dozen. They were going to split up and draw them away... Until Carl slipped down the hill. He fell flat on his rear in front of the dead people. It took the walkers a few seconds to realize they had bigger, better live prey. They started towards him. He was trapped. Suddenly, something dropped from the tree tops above. Something came swinging into the walkers head. Instead of the rotting face of a once living stranger, he saw a terrifyingly beautiful girl with a baseball bat. She grabbed him up to his feet and passed him a handful of bullets. Luckily, they were 45mm bullets. He put them in his pocket and started to fire shots into the zombies and reload as the girl swung at them. They managed to put down half of them which meant that they could clamber up the hill towards the others. The girl, still silent, motioned that she wood lift him up. Then she said, "Take a running start". She had an Irish accent. He did as he was told, running and taking a jump up, with her help, to Michonne. The girl reached up to a root. She started to climb. She then lost her footing. A hand grabbed her foot and started to pull. As she was going to fall, someone clasped onto her sleeve, tugging her up. She fell on top of someone. A boy. The boy she had saved. The debt was paid. They ran. She followed them, to their car. They got in, motioning for her to, also. She ended up squeezing in the back between the boy and the lady. The two men sat in the front seats. They drove for about five minutes then stopped. The dude with the crossbow turned around to look at the as of yet, nameless girl.

"We have to blindfold you" he said in his southern accent. She nodded. She knew why. She allowed herself to be blinded. Maybe the decision was made out of stupidity or maybe because she had been alone so long... They must have used bandages because that's what they felt like. They were also clean and had the hospital smell. They must be holed up in the Lorical Memorial hospital she thought.

So much for trying to hide where they are... The car took some swift lefts and rights then went on straight. She was good at knowing where she was going. They slowed and eventually stopped. They pulled her out of the car gently, which probably wouldn't have happened if she had not risked her life for one of theirs. They lead her inside, where they took off the unnecessary blind fold. Yup. It was the main reception of the hospital where she had been treated as a younger girl. She shattered her kneecap a year before the walkers appeared. Her drawing was still on the wall.

They all looked towards her.

"Well, to cut things short," she put her bat over her shoulder. "my name is Willow Holding, I'm 19, I'm alone and have been for a while now."

The group looked to the man with shortish curly hair and a beard. "How many living people you killed?"

She looked taken aback, as well as scared. she cleared her throat. "About twenty." They all stood there shocked. She motioned to the man she reckoned was the leader to come closer. She even put down her bat. He came over. "Can we talk, privately?"

Carl sat on a chair with the others, wondering how she could have killed so many? Why would his Dad ever possibly let her stay?

The door to the office opened. They both walked out, his hand resting on the small of her back.

"Everyone? This girl has made a startlingly good case to stay. You will treat her the same way you treat each other. She has offered to show us to a place where she has been rearing some sheep and planting fruit and crops which we can use. Don't ask about the conversation we just had or why so many were killed by her hand. Her hands, are clean!" Everyone stayed silent for a heartbeat.

"Good enough for me." Said the guy Rick had indicated as Daryl. "Welcome to ER!"

Hope you like the opening chapter! Have a Teen Wolf one coming soon as well as Criminal Minds, Harry Potter and a Tokyo Mew Mew fic that is in progress. Review please x