Author's Note: XD This is just stupid tidbits, but did you know that the Walker who was eating the deer was played by the same person who bit Amy? The producer of The Walking Dead! Also I would like to ask everyone who actually reads this a question. Don't answer the question by commenting on this chapter though, please! Send me a message though the PM's. Anyway the question is, would you like for me to update and add a new chapter every Wednesday and Friday? Or would you like for me to keep updating every Friday? Let me know! I would love to know if you guys want me to update more!

Chapter 4:

Bittersweet

Lucy stirred a little in the back of the van; she could feel sweat on her face. "Fuck," she mumbled under her breath. She sat up slowly and ran her fingers through her lose bangs. After fixing the two braids that were on both sides of her head. After that was finished she pulled herself up and lifted the back of the van's door. Her eyes closed and her eyebrows pulled together because of the blinding sunlight. Lucy felt she had a hangover, without having been drunk. It had been a more difficult night without Shelby then she thought… Pushing the thoughts from her mind she hopped out of the back of the van in time to see the women washing clothes while the men were doing other stuff. Her eyes slowly came to a guy who walked up to her. "Here," he said as he shoved a basket toward her. "You women need to hurry up and finished washin' these." The slightly plump man demanded.

The redhead snorted and pushed the basket away, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? I'm not part of this group so I'm not washing anything." She said before she just walked past him. Back to the van. She grabbed her speargun, hunting knife, and a bag before she shut the back of the van after she got out. "I'll bash that son of a bitch's head in," she grumbled quietly to herself. Usually she was a lot less violent and rather more indifferent to people but she was angry at the world it seemed. Well more angry at herself than the world. Why couldn't she have been able to save her sister? Why hadn't she been the one who died instead of her sister?

All these thoughts flooded her head as she walked out into the woods. Lucy held her speargun in her hands tightly, keeping her eyes peeled for anything that moved. She stopped when she saw a squirrel running up the tree. She shot it with her speargun at a distance so that it wouldn't go deep into the tree. Carefully she walked over and grabbed the spear out of the tree and set the squirrel into the bag. Instead of winding the cord back up on the spot that usually held it she just held onto it. Rewinding it over and over was a little tiring so she just held it instead. Being very careful not to tangle it up. The redhead stepped softly, but as she went deeper into the woods her steps must have attracted something because behind her she could hear the very obvious sounds of footsteps. They weren't soft, instead stiff and sounded exactly like a Walker.

Turning around her eyes were met with those of a Walker. "Shit," she quickly backed up as it lunged at her. She dropped the speargun but luckily she remembered the hunting knife. Breathing heavily in a slight panic she pulled the knife from its sheath she stabbed the Walker in its head. It fell to the ground as Lucy backed up and hit her back against a tree. "Need to be more careful," she mumbled to herself while placing a hand on her chest. Lucy's heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she could swear if someone was standing next to her they would be able to hear it.

"Dead son of a bitch," Lucy picked up her speargun and using her foot to keep the Walker's head steady she pulled the knife from its head. Blood and brain matter was stuck on it, but she just wiped it off on her pant leg. Once more she walked forward and slowed when she spotted something moving. It wasn't just a Walker but an actual person. Although she could not see their face she could see the person was following a deer that had just run by. She had been about to follow the person when heart stopped screams could be heard from the camp. Even though Lucy could care less about the adults it was children screaming so she ran toward them.

What she saw when she got there was not surprising. A Walker was gnawing at the deer the person who had been tracking. There were arrows sticking out of the deer, but obviously the Walker had just smelt the blood. The others seemed surprised though that there was a Walker at all. Lucy leaned against the tree and watched as they began to beat it. It was honestly amusing to watch because they seemed to have forgotten that they had to get the Walker in the head, not attack its body. But the old guy quickly acted and lopped it off. She remained silent as they talked. The slim guy spoke up though.

"They're running out of food in the city," He said with a shrug. "Of course the rustling in the trees gained everyone's attention then and a guy whom she had already deemed 'earlobes' walked over with a gun ready to shoot. Lucy would have told them that she had also seen a Walker in the woods but it was a moot point. Beside why worry them even more than they already were. She had been about to just go back with the blondes when they seemed to relax.

"Son of a bitch!" The guy walked forward, "That's my deer!" The voice was all too familiar so Lucy turned after moving off to the side. It was… what was his name… Da—something. "Look at it, all gnawed on by this filthy motherless bastard!" He said while kicking the body.

"Calm down son, that's not helping," the old man said calmly as he eyed the younger man.

"What do you know 'bout it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to On Golden Pond?" He said and got close to him before walking back over to the deer with a sigh. As he began to remove the arrows he said, "I've been trackin' this deer for miles. Drag it back to camp… cook us up some venison." He finished removing his arrows and motioned to the neck, "What do ya' think? Think we can just cut around this chewed up part?" He thought out loud, looking around from each person. His eyes just about reached where Lucy was half hidden but earlobes spoke up.

"I would not risk that," He said while eyeing the dirt covered male.

The man sighed, "That's a damn shame… well I got some squirrel." He looked at Rick before his eyes finally landed on the redhead. Lucy. She may not have remembered his name but he sure as hell did. His face went from slightly annoyed to surprised, very surprised actually. Daryl had thought that she had died along with everyone else or at least moved on to some place that he would never see her again. "Lucy?"

Everyone looked from Daryl to her. Since coming there she hadn't actually spoken to anyone so they didn't know her name, much less anything else. "… Dixon." Lucy said slowly. "Daryl Dixon!" She said as if she had just remembered it. Which… honestly she did. No wonder why the name Merle had sounded so familiar. But, she then remembered. Merle was Daryl's brother… he had been left in Atlanta. "Good to see you survived." She said light-heartedly. Of course she walked over to him, giving him a quick hug. "It's really good to see someone familiar, you know?"

Daryl nodded his head after returning her hug. Just a one armed hug but still. "Yeah…" He said before walking into the camp. "So Merle give you any problems?" Daryl asked but when he heard Amy say 'oh god' he turned and almost rolled his eyes while the Walker's head tried nipping at his leg. "C'mon people what the hell?" He shot it right in the eye. "It's gotta be the brain." Daryl said after retrieving his arrow. "Don't ya'll know nothin'?" Daryl walked into camp. "Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here!" Daryl yelled as he walked closer to the RV. He set his crossbow down, "Got us some squirrel, stew 'em up."

As everyone followed him, Lucy followed as well. Although she was mainly just curious about what was going to happen once he found out the truth about Merle. She leaned against the RV and watched as earlobes began to talk to him, and then the Rick guy chimed in. In was funny to be honest. Especially when Daryl went after them with his knife and earlobes got him in the choke hold. She could clearly hear him say, "chock holdin's illegal!" It was enough to make Lucy laugh slightly. But the girls just seemed to glare at her for laughing. While they began to settle things she set the dead squirrel that she had caught down next to the ones that Daryl had thrown.

Her green eyes drifted over at Daryl who seemed calm now that Rick had said that he was going to go get him. Daryl huffed a little, but walked over to his crossbow. His blue eyes darted to her. "Did you have anything to do with Merle bein' locked up on a roof?" He asked quietly.

Lucy stared at him quietly while she shook her head. "No, I met up with them when they were driving away. Had to dive into the back of the truck," she motioned over to it, "because they couldn't stop." She shrugged her shoulders as she moved to sit down next to him as he started to clean his arrows. Lucy stared at Daryl for a moment and then looked down at her own speargun that now was on the ground. "So… Merle still a jackass, hitting on the women in the camp?"

Daryl chuckled and nodded his head, not looking at her, "Yeah. Can't say that this is surprising." He grumbled, "Merle was getting' on everyone's nerves." He was happy to see Lucy though. Not because he had a thing for her, just because she was someone who he knew before the world went to hell that didn't seem to change very much. There were so many people who changed with the apocalypse, they either got more paranoid or they got more cynical. Lucy seemed to get a little… well he didn't know how to describe the lok on her face. Agitated?

"I bet! The few times I met him I just wanted to punch him in the dick." Lucy said with a snicker. It was nice to be able to actually laugh. "… seems like we should have a beer in our hands or something, doesn't it?" She asked after going quiet for a few moments.

Daryl nodded his head, "Mhm…" He continued cleaning his arrows but glared up at Shane when he called his brother a douche bag. "Hey, chose your words more wisely." He demanded and glared at him when he said that that's what he meant.

Lucy snickered a little. Really she didn't pay much attention the rest of the time, but she did join Daryl in the truck (after removing her stuff rom it) and pretty much paid little attention the rest of the way to Atlanta. Her thoughts were mostly on her sister. God she wished she was there. Just so that she could actually meet Daryl, she'd like him. Probably think he was funny. Make some sort of joke on something like him being almost the same height as Lucy (Shelby was 6 feet tall whereas Lucy was only 5'7"). When they stopped she looked around but got out with the others.

It was almost enough to make her snicker when Rick said that they were going to have a conversation of which was more important. Well actually which was closer: the bag of guns or Merle. Who cared about which was closer? Merle was a human god damn it. Thankfully Glenn confirmed that Merle was closer.

"What are we going to do once we get Merle?" Lucy asked quietly as they hurried to the building. "I mean what if Merle ends up getting pissed off ? Then he'll probably be really loud and shit. Are you guys going to take him back to the truck and just wait? Because he probably won't want to go along with whatever you guys want. Especially you, Rick." She said looking at the cop. "I'm not saying that Merle isn't important," Lucy added looking at Daryl who was now glaring at her. "He is, we just need to think this through better."

Rick looked at her and sighed before looking over at Daryl. "When we do get Merle you take him back to the truck and wait for us." He ordered and the man just nodded. Daryl just wanted his brother back and to make sure that he was safe with him. It did piss him off when Lucy seemed to be against getting Merle at first. However he was pleased that she seemed to agree that he was important.

As they got to the building, hurrying up the stairs, Daryl was impatient even when T-Dog was cutting the chain. Once it was cut he kicked in the door. "Merle! Merle!" He yelled while looking around the building. But he stopped, eyes wide, "No! No!" He yelled when he saw the hand on the ground. Bloody, next to bloody hand cuffs. Everyone stopped, their eyes on the hand. Lucy frowned and walked over to Daryl, putting her hand on his shoulder before pulling him into another hug. Poor bastard…