Newcomers

You people have no idea how happy it made me to wake up, check my emails, and see all those reviews just instantaneously. Eight hours after I put the first part up and BAM! Lol, thank you so much everyone.

So little bit more of back history now. I'm just saying this right off the bat here, I do not like Lori. With everything she's done and everything she's doing, just can't stand her. So I'm having a second OC in this story that may or may not end up with Rick, I haven't decided yet. So far she's just going to be that confidant person for him but we'll see how things play out. I also do not really watch the show that much, I just know what I know from talking to people and reading stuff on certain characters and all that so this story is basically an AU in case I mess up somewhere.

Okay, now that that is said, let's get on with the story.

Daryl opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his crossbow, all nice and clean, sitting on top of some equally clean clothes of his. Next to that was a stack of new arrows. His tent mate was no longer around but that didn't surprise him overly much. If he was gone for longer than a day, she often let him sleep in and would tear into whoever thought to try and wake him up. He had been told by Carol that his blonde tent mate didn't seem to sleep much when he was gone all night so he did wonder how she managed to wake up before him on these particular days.

He stood up as much as he could in the low tent and stretched his arms out to his sides as he yawned. Scratching under his arms, he shoved his dirty pants down and kicked them off before pulling on the cleaner clothes. He slung the crossbow across his back and picked up the arrows to put them away in the quiver. He sat down on the tent floor to pull on his boots before he exited the cloth room. His eyes squinted in the bright sunlight as he looked around.

"Bo's down at the lake." Lori, who had caught sight of the redneck, decided to just point out what she knew, figuring that was what he was looking for.

While the woman had not actually been his intention, he took the information given and decided to see what was what by the lake.

Sure enough, there she was, kneeling by the body of water, elbows deep in a bin with dirty clothes. He could tell without even seeing that she was using the last of the soap bar that she had kept away in her pack when she joined them. Now that it had come out, every article of clothing had a slight honey scent to it.

"You always gotta get your ass nagged about coming out in the woods on your own, don't ya woman?" Daryl called out, grinning when she jumped slightly.

Isabeau Walker shot the man a dirty look that was mixed only slightly with amusement as she went back to her cleaning. For the longest time, everyone only thought her name had been Bo as her necklace said. Most everyone still believed that. It wasn't until one of the few nights the two of had remained naked as they lay after sex did she tell him her full name.

Of course everyone knew her last name was Walker from the time Glen had yelled out that there was a walker nearby and she had turned around, calling 'what' as she assumed she was being addressed.

"You always gotta get on about my ass, don't ya Hick?" Bo teased back, reaching one soaking wet hand up to brush her blonde hair out of her face. She had put it into one of those complicated braids that always left him baffled as to how she managed it on herself.

"It's a good ass." Daryl replied appreciatively, tilting his head to the side in an attempt to see the aforementioned body part. Bo laughed and shook her head. "So who ya cleaning for now?"

"Just some of the kid stuff." Bo answered. Daryl leaned himself on a tree and looked around, eyes taking in their surroundings and all possible areas of entrance. "You gonna play my guard now?"

"Since you ain't got your gun on you, stupid girl, guess I'm gonna have to." Daryl pointed out. Bo just smirked and turned her attention back to her job at hand. Daryl looked at her and bit back a groan. She was by far the messiest cleaner he'd ever met. Sure, she might have been able to wash clothes in a washing machine, there was almost nothing either, but doing it in a bin the way she was...well...clearly it was a challenge for her. She had gotten herself damn near soaked as well. Had it not been for her hair being dry, Daryl would have thought Bo had taken a dive into the lake fully clothed. Her back was dry but her front wasn't.

"If you start laughing at me, I'm throwing ya into the water." Bo threatened, taking in the amused expression on her companion's face.

"Not a peep." Daryl promised, hands up in defence while he continued to smirk. Her eyes rolled but she said nothing more on the issue.

***TWD***TWD***TWD***TWD**TWD***

Rick looked out the window as he sat in the car. His arm was lifted as the woman next to him checked over his bandages. She fussed a lot, he noticed, but he was grateful for her presence and her overall assistance. Since waking up in the hospital full of the walking dead, he had been highly disoriented. Finding his companion locked in a body drawer in the morgue had been creepy but she explained how she had been with a group that had attempted to find supplies at the hospital and had split up. When walkers had stumbled their way after her, she had done the only thing she could think of and jumped into the drawer, accidentally locking herself in.

From that point on she had helped him, getting him to his house to find it empty, no Lori, no Carl. She had been a good shot when they had run into any trouble with walkers and had made no protest to riding a horse into Atlanta. The only thing she was insistent on was stopping from time to time to check his bandages and the wound they covered.

"Anna, I'm okay." Rick insisted softly, turning a gentle smile to the woman. She grinned back and leaned away, looking out her own window.

"Your gut all tingly yet?" Anna asked curiously.

"No." Rick replied. Anna had a theory that all families had a sort of tracking system so they could find each other one way or another. Anytime he asked her about it, she stayed quiet, leading him to believe that her family wasn't one involved in her theory.

"You'll find them." Anna stated. "Hey, they might even be in this group, right Glen?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah...maybe." Glen answered, glancing at the woman. She couldn't help the smile as she reached over and patted the young man's arm. She brushed her brown hair back out of her eyes as it fell loose from her ponytail.

When the car came to a stop, Anna got out first then turned to watch Rick just in case he needed the help. Her head tilted slightly and then she smiled when he gave her a reassuring grin. Both of their eyes darted around at their surroundings, at the amount of people around them.

"Bigger than my last group." Anna muttered thoughtfully. Rick began to say something in response to that when something caught his eye. Anna looked at him then looked where he was staring. At first nothing jumped out at her but then she saw it. The woman and child from the picture he kept in his patrol car. "HA! Told ya!"

"DAD!" Carl's surprised by joyous yell rang out as the young boy darted away from his mother. Lori blinked in confusion as she quickly went after him. Rick met the boy half way and dropped down to hug him tightly. Anna stayed back, smiling happily as she watched the little family reunite. She caught sight of another man in the same sort of uniform that Rick was in and her interest peaked, watching that man watch the family.

"Shane." Rick's gratitude was evident in his voice as he broke away from his family for a moment to embrace his old friend.

"Why don't you go introduce yourself?" Glen asked, looking at Anna.

"Uh...nah, it's their time you know." Anna reasoned, hands going into her pockets. "He needs to be with his family right now and whoever is familiar to him." She smiled lightly and looked around, content to just take in the latest surroundings.

***TWD***TWD***TWD***TWD***TWD***

Bo dumped the water out of the bin and watched it soak into the ground. She heard Daryl moving around behind her and the unmistakable twang of his crossbow letting loose an arrow, followed by the thud that could only mean he had hit something.

"Take out Thumper?" Bo asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Who the fuck is Thumper?" Daryl asked, walking over to a rabbit that was now pinned to a tree.

"Have you seriously never seen Bambi?" Bo questioned.

"That the one with the deer?" Daryl remarked, uninterested.

"You are such a wreck." Bo laughed, skipping over to the tough man and lacing her arms around his waist from behind. He looked over his shoulder at her and lifted an eyebrow. She leaned her forehead against his back, right in between his shoulder blades. He squirmed slightly but only because he was hot and sweaty and he didn't think she'd want to touch that. His hand touched her hands, linked in front of his stomach.

"What's up?" Daryl asked, curious on the behaviour.

"Tired." Bo yawned.

"It's still morning time Bo Bo." Daryl teased. Bo laughed slightly behind him then stood on her toes and kissed the back of his neck. She squeezed his middle before slowly letting go and collecting all the clothes. "Think them other folks is back yet?"

"Missing your brother, are ya?" Bo questioned, grinning.

"Now he ain't nearly as good a company as you." Daryl remarked, bringing a laugh from the blonde woman. He pulled the rabbit from the tree and looked it over before carrying it by it's ears back towards the camp with Bo behind him. He slowed down slightly and she scoffed, passing him and throwing a remark over her shoulder about him getting old. He just grinned, eyes on her ass as her hips swayed back and forward as she walked. It was such a fantastic sight.

They were quiet as they stepped out of the woods into the camp. They paused, taking in the activity around them. Bo spotted a new woman first, maybe a few years older than herself with brown hair and a slight tan. Her pale green tank top was dirty from, well, dirt, and some blood and grime that Bo could only suspect came from killing walkers. She drifted her eyes around, spotting familiar people all over the place, and then her eyes landed on a man dressed in a sheriff uniform, similar to Shane's, in a tight embrace with Lori.

"Huh...wonder who that is." Bo muttered, shifting the wash bin.

"The guy?" Daryl asked. Bo nodded, keeping an eye on the interaction. "Dunno, but ain't Lori getting porked by Shane?"

"Shhh." Bo hissed softly. "This is gonna be one hell of a interesting turn of events, don't go giving away any plots." Daryl just gave a strange look and she smiled before walking over to the group. The hunter followed her, eyes searching around again for that one extra familiar face that he just couldn't seem to spot. The more he looked, the deeper he frowned. When Bo finally looked back at him, she had a look of concern on her own face, knowing what it was that was bothering her companion.

"HEY!" Daryl yelled out, drawing attention to him. Bo glanced around, noticing Glen shift uncomfortably and lowering his gaze. "Where the fuck is Merle?"

So this is a little short and the next chapter is actually gonna be set a little ways down the season. Truthfully, I really don't know much about the second half of season one or the first half of season two so if there's any specific episode kind of thing anyone wants, try and find the name of it so I can look it up and do it for ya.