Hello everyone, I am back with another chapter, and to announce the progress on the voting poll! Daryl Dixon has come out as the winner, so that means Charlotte will be paired up with him in a future relationship! Woo-hoo, now the next voting poll is something I need a decision on. Her animagus form. I don't want a bug as her animagus form, no offense to one of our reviewers, no matter how handy that could be, can't imagine it with this fic since Charlotte has Teddy with her in this story. Let me know down in the reviews at the end of this chapter, what do you reckon Charlotte could be in her animagus form?

MAIN PAIRING: Daryl Dixon (Winner of the poll) x Charlotte Potter

It was the next morning, and you could see both Charlotte and Merle getting the camp sight packed up, so they could make their way to the quarry. "So, Merle." She said, getting his attention. "Do you have anyone back at this camp of yours?" She asked him, He grunted a bit as he used dirt to billow out the campfire.

"Ya got a brother. His name is Daryl. Bet you, he'll come after he finds out what those pansy asses did back in the city." He said with a smirk, watching Charlotte packing the last of the camp supplies. "What about you sugar tits, got a man or something waiting for ya?" He asked her. She hummed. "No, Teddy is all I have outside of getting separated from my friends, so I've been alone all this time." She answered. H e stood up straight and dusted his pants off.

"Well then, how about joining our group once we meet the others?" He asked her, catching her off guard. "I…don't know, Merle. I don't clash well with most people." She said, biting her lip. He watched that lip getting bruised by the owner with a keen eye, he wanted to fuck this chit, the one who saved him, have a wild time, but her temperament meant they would clash, but it didn't mean she'd clash against his brother, Daryl.

"Well, you could stay with ma brother and me, we can help keep you safe from those bastards, and you wouldn't be alone." He suggested, hoping sugar tits will say yes. Charlotte thought over his offer and admitted to herself that it would be nice to have someone to talk to and get a response.

"I guess we can, we don't have anything better to go to." Yet, she thought. Wanting to keep her thoughts of the Potter properties to herself for now. They started walking towards the highway she found Merle in. "So, sugar tits, you sure you don't have a man?" He asked her, curious and wanting to make sure his plan on setting up his brother with her wouldn't end in shits creak.

The trees started to thin out down and the two of them can see parts of the highway getting closer. Stepping foot on the pavement, both Merle and Charlotte started rummaging through the pile up to find a working car and siphon enough gas to fill up a tank full.

"I was close with someone once, but he betrayed me in a way that I could never forgive him to let him back in my life." Charlotte admitted, thinking of Draco Malfoy and the last time she saw him.

Merle grunted to show that he heard and inwardly sighed with relief and hopes he never met the bastard, if he was still alive that is. He whooped when he found a decent sized car and a container filled with gas, they could easily make it to the quarry with plenty of time to spare.

Teddy woke up babbling and clapping his hands in delight, causing Charlotte to glance down at her godson with a smile. She had thankfully found a car seat that was surprisingly clean. Merle helped her get the car seat installed in the backseat before settling in the front themselves.

Merle got the car started up and carefully weaved through the pile up, so he could drive with less struggle to the other side of the highway, the way that led out of the city. From there, the drive was smooth sailing.

After an hour or two of riding, she asked Merle if he could pull over, so that she could feed Teddy. Doing what she asked, he pulled over and watched her grab out a bottle of milk and reached over to unbuckle Teddy from his seat and got him situated on her lap. He immediately latched onto the bottle rather hungrily once she put it in his reach and leaned back.

"Hungry little tike ain't he." He said with a muse. Charlotte just nodded. "We try not to stop too much, only when it's necessary to feed this little one, I eat a granola bar or two while constantly moving. Saves time and supplies." she explained.

Merle leaned back in his seat, ready to relax. But something down the road caused him to sit up straight, fully alert. Charlotte raised an eyebrow at his reaction and looked at the road herself. It was an all too familiar white van heading their way and Merle smirked rather darkly.

"Is that the company you were expecting, Merle?" Charlotte asked him. He nodded. "Roll your window down, sugar, the calvary is here." he said, cracking his knuckles as he opened the driver's door and stood in front of the car, crossing his arms to look imposing, and pissed.

That van pulled to a stop a few steps in front of them. Charlotte hushed Teddy when he started getting excited at the prospect of new faces. Three men climbed out and Charlotte's eyebrow raised at the police uniform fitted with a cowboy sheriff hat to match.

"Was he being serious with that outfit?" she asked out loud, causing Merle to snicker.

"Woo wee! Howdy, Sherriff, bet you were expecting lil ole me still tied up on that hot roof!" He said, calling them out. The sheriff raised both hands in the air as though he was waving a white flag for peace. "We always meant to come back for ya Merle." Rick said as Merle cracked his knuckles, gearing for a fight.

"How did you get out?" Merle looked at China man that asked the question. Before he could respond, the back door swung open with a screech. "Why are we stopping for? Ya'll taking a piss or something?" A gruff looking male appeared, and Charlotte eyed him with fascination just as her magic started to vibrate with excitement.

"Yo, Darlina, come say hi to your big brotha now." Merle said. Confirming Charlotte's question. So, this is Merle's brother, Daryl Dixon.

END CHAPTER

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