A/N: Ok so here's the first chapter. Please don't mind my grammar and other mistakes, I'm not a native speaker D::

Chapter 1

Daryl

A loud female cry echoed in the forest. Daryl sprinted and recognized two figures, a boy and a girl, and a bunch of those fuckers surrounding them. The snapping of their jaws could be heard all the way to where Daryl was coming from, and he aimed his loaded crossbow towards a biter that was just about to get a hold of the girl's boot. The rotten body fell limp to the ground as Daryl reached it and violently jerked the arrow out of the nasty thing's skull. The boy seemed useful, taking his time to aim at heads and blast them with a little handgun. The girl was lying on the ground, shaking.

"Carl. Where did I put Glenn's knife?" she asked, ignoring Daryl's presence completely as they finally, with harsh breaths, leaned against trees to admire the work they'd done. There were seven walkers lying on the ground. Not snarling anymore.

Daryl eyed the two teenagers. The girl was very lanky and looked starved around the collarbones, the features on her face sharp and that tiny nose stood out. The boy, 'Carl?' Daryl pondered in his head, looked way healthier – he had a bit chubby cheeks as though he were a bit younger than the girl, maybe 15? 16? They were both still too young to wander around by themselves, considering this was the end of the world and not a freaking carnival.

There was no answer, the boy trying to catch his breath so hard it seemed to hurt. Daryl decided to speak up.

"The hell ya doin' alone in the woods? Cuddlin'?" Still no answer as the girl stood up, staring at him. "Where's yer camp?"

The teenagers glanced at each other, wondering if it would be safe to reveal the location of their place.

"Close. Don't try anything stupid," the girl said as she turned to walk south and wiped some leaves off her pants. Light brown hair swayed from one side to another as she went.

"Sophia," Carl hissed. He clearly seemed to hesitate, and for a reason.

Daryl threw his crossbow over his shoulder. He certainly wasn't a threat and sure as hell didn't want to look like one. "'m lookin' for Rick Grimes. Heard he might be 'round."

The boy stilled at that, nodding at him. "Follow us."

Daryl called for T-Dog who came to him, running and coughing his lungs out. Sophia was hissing to Carl about something that involved the words "knife", "Glenn" and "I'll kill you if you tell him" as they made their way towards a camp and hopefully Rick Grimes, Daryl thought. It didn't take long until they were climbing a tall wall, a gate to a part of a small town.

"This place seems fucked up," Daryl stated out loud more to himself than T-Dog as a female guard holding a rifle helped them up. Seriously, no questions asked from them and they could just enter this camp? And a female on watch? Gotta be shittin me, Daryl mused.

"Friendly?" the woman asked Carl and the boy nodded, immediately going after Sophia towards the houses. The woman's eyes scanned Daryl's dirt-caked form and she offered her hand. "Andrea."

Daryl wiped his sweaty palm on his pant leg and shook hers. "Daryl. This is my partner Theodore." T-Dog nodded. "Lookin' for Rick Grimes."

The woman put the rifle down, nodding. "Glenn! Keep watch for a second, okay!" Daryl looked over at the almost empty field in between buildings, at a boy cheerfully jogging towards them. As he reached the gate and climbed the stairs, he planted a silly looking cap onto his head, adjusting it for a minute. Behind the visor was a round face smiling at Andrea.

"Found it," the boy said cheerfully and Andrea released an understanding laugh. Found what? The slanted eyes gave away that he was Asian. So this was Glenn. Daryl wondered if he should mention about Glenn's knife that the girl from before had apparently lost but kept his mouth shut as Glenn looked him over. "Who are they?"

"Guests. I'll go show them around for a bit," Andrea said, hopping down from the gate like a freaking ninja. Seriously. What was it with all the Japanese stuff suddenly?

Daryl once more glanced at the Asian kid before letting Andrea lead them to a rather big looking house and upstairs. The floorboards creaked as their heavy boots dropped to the floor. They stopped at a door and Andrea walked shamelessly inside, her blonde curls following close behind.

"Rick. There's somebody here to see you."

Daryl stepped into a cozy looking bedroom. A man with heavy eye bags stood up from a chair behind a wooden desk. His face looked dirty, as if he had just run a marathon in the middle of a sandstorm. "Thanks, Andrea. I'll be okay." With that, Andrea left the room, leaving Rick alone with two strangers. "Welcome to our town. My name is Rick Grimes," the man said, even managing a tentative smile as he held his hand out for Daryl to shake.

"We're from the North Land workin' under Philip Blake, friendly. Name's Daryl."

"I'm his partner Theodore," T-Dog introduced himself and they both shook Rick's hand.

Rick sat back down behind the table and gestured for them to do the same. T-dog collapsed onto the bed but Daryl remained where he stood in the middle of the room, wanting to take care of stuff quickly because he had things to do and this job was a pain in the ass. Before Rick managed to ask, Daryl beat him to it and opened his mouth.

"We came to warn about a group of fellas that escaped the North Land a few weeks ago. They're heavily armed," Daryl ducked his head down to avoid the intense stare, "and former soldiers. They might want some supplies while passing by, maybe women… Just so you know. To keep that woman off watch."

Rick was about to ask something, his face expressing utter confusion, as the floorboards creaked again and someone stepped into the room. The Asian kid leaned against the wall, taking his cap off. "Carl was out in the wild again. With Sophia."

It was Rick's turn to press his face down. "They hurt?"

"No. These men saved them from a herd of walkers," Glenn said, face lighting up, gesturing at Daryl and T-Dog.

"Stupid kid… Gotta teach him a lesson," Rick mumbled under his breath, then looked up at his dumbfounded guests. "Thank you. Daryl and Theodore. I owe you one."

"The kid did well though," Daryl cut in, feeling awkward just standing there and moving to one side of the room, T-Dog's side. "Good at defendin' 'imself. Takin' his time to aim. The boy."

"Yeah, Carl is…" Rick trailed off and seemed to focus again. "You were talking about the group. Is that true? Think we could stand a chance against them?"

"How many in your group? And how many able, trained?" T-Dog spoke and looked worried, eyebrows knotting into a frown. Daryl knew why. The Asian kid still hadn't left, only adjusted the cap on his head and leaned further against the wall, listening intently.

"Me, Glenn… One old man, Dale. Three trained, four who don't know shit about guns and two of them women. A couple recovering from a former attack." Rick tried to ease his frown by rubbing at his temples with his calloused fingers. "Kids. One toddler."

T-Dog exchanged concerned glances with him. Daryl noted Glenn looking between them, studying their reactions. He tried to regain his poker face and stood tall. "Yeah. You can do it. Dunno when they're comin' but guess you got the time to recover."

"Good. Good, thank you for the information. We appreciate it," Rick stated, nodding his head repeatedly. "Glenn?"

The Asian kid stood straight immediately at Rick's command, "Yes?"

"We should provide shelter for Daryl and Theodore for the night. Could you show them to their room?"

Glenn obeyed, leading them outside with quick and silent steps.

T-Dog had persuaded him into staying the night. They needed their rest, that was true, but now that they were so close to finishing this job? Daryl had other things to deal with. Things like his dick racist brother who couldn't keep his mouth shut and got into trouble for it, and finding him. And he also had a couple of days' jerking off to do, so. A lot of things to deal with.

The evening passed with T-Dog slacking on the couch, eventually passing out late at night. The past two days had been exhausting to Daryl as well, but as much as he would've liked lying back onto the narrow bed in the room, he didn't feel like sleeping in there together with a goddamn nigger. T-Dog was okay, quiet enough but too slow to keep up with him.

However, right now, the nigger was snoring so loud Daryl couldn't even hear his own thoughts here. He needed to get out. Grabbing his crossbow he stomped out to the field that was now dark and there were people gathered laughing and talking in the middle of it around a huge fire. He ignored that bunch of people, irritated, because that was just so fake and stupid he couldn't handle it.

After sneaking past the female guard out into the woods, he almost made it to reach into his pants with cold hands, as he was interrupted by a rustle in the bush. He immediately grabbed his crossbow tighter.

The Asian kid emerged from behind a tree, dark circles around his eyes. "Can't sleep?" the kid asked. Daryl grunted, annoyed, because it was none of anyone's business. And an interruption wasn't very welcome either. "Me neither."

"Ain't gon' sleep with a nigger," Daryl mumbled, shouldering his crossbow and leaning hard against a tree. The kid gave a bright chuckle, loosely crossing his arms against his chest.

"So you come out here to serve as walker bait?" Daryl remained silent. No point in talking to a slant eyed idiot. "No offense, but when an army of biters shows up, you'll be doomed. They just took down one third of our people."

Daryl was silent for a while, dumbfounded, before correcting the last sentence because that was just a bit too optimistic for this world they lived in right now. "Your people? There ain't no someone's people anymore. Individuals are on their own now."

"That's what I figured when I was watching you and your partner. You don't think we'll survive the attack?" The kid's face was serious, mouth pressed into a tight line as Daryl looked up.

"The North Land's breakin' apart already, that's what I meant. Ya live in a safety box or somethin', China?"

"I'm Korean," the kid mumbled, standing up straighter to Daryl's surprise.

"You got some balls for a Chinaman."

For a second, Glenn looked disappointed but the corners of his lips quirked up a bit. "Thanks, anyway. For helping Sophia and Carl today."

There was an awkward silence, Daryl scratching his nose and wondering what the fuck to say about that. Then he came up with the most natural of things. "Figured you guys were a bunch of hopeless faggots, so that's why."

The kid didn't seem to mind Daryl's negative asshole attitude, because he led him back to camp and to his people, and Daryl couldn't bring himself to stop it.

Hell, he didn't even think about masturbating all night.