A few words written on a whim, hope you all enjoy them. I disliked the TV version of Andrea...alot...So I've combined the woman with her superior, more intelligent, more badass, and all together more competent comic version.

Andrea was not a 'girly girl' by any stretch of the imagination, so when the rest of the women had decided to make fucking dinner for their hosts to show their gratitude for not being heartless bastards she rather quickly volunteered for guard duty.

It wasn't that she looked down on tasks traditionally appointed to women or the like, it was that she was a fucking civil rights lawyer who had shot mother fuckers in the goddamn face and she really considered such bullshit beneath her.

If her little sister was still alive...then fine, she'd probably play ball, now though? She had nothing to prove to anyone, and frankly Hershel pissed her the fuck off regardless with his self righteous bearing and 'Holier Than Thou' attitude. He acted like this farm was in all honesty still his and that they were all supposed to bend to his will like things were still...civilized.

They weren't.

If that old bastard actually tried to kick them off this farm, to send their group back into the roughs due to some obsolute morel values all while pretending he still held a modicum of power?

Well, she'd shoot the old bastard in the head herself, but she was fairly certain Daryl would beat her to the punch before she could even draw her pistol.

Plus side to that? His arrows were reusable. Waste not, want not after all.

Sighing as Dale was whining about...something, who knew what, she glanced to the horizon and saw a dust cloud approaching, tilting her hat up a bit she brought her rifle to ready and stared down the scope's sight.

A red haired woman on a motorcycle was approaching the farm, glancing to the side car Andrea couldn't help the fact that her eyebrows automatically rose in surprise upon seeing a rather well dressed Daryl Dixon seated with a grin spread across face.

"We've got company!" She yelled out, Shane and Rick came rushing forward as Dale and Glenn stepped out of the mobile home, both looking flustered for some reason.

Probably guy talk about Glenn's obvious thing going on with Maggie. Not really her problem though, if the kid wanted some actual advice on how to approach his landmine laden relationship he'd come to her soon enough regardless.

Slinging her rifle and pulling her pistol from its holster Andrea jumped down to the ground and followed the rest of the group to meet with the arriving motorcycle.

As it came to a stop Andrea gave the woman driving the bike a once over and couldn't help approving of her attire. Military pants and boots, rock band t-shirt, old school bomber jacket, and a mother fucking shit ton of guns and knives, obviously a woman after her own heart.

The woman raised one hand to slip a wisp of crimson hair behind her ear as the opposite pushed her aviators up her nose while she assessed the approaching group in a nonchalant manner.

"Ello all! I'm just asking this beforehand to save time, you all aren't by chance a bunch of raider rapist douche bags are you?"

Rick and Shane froze in confused shock at this question, Glenn though seemed to be more on the ball and quickly stammered out, "N-no ma'am! Our group treats women and children like we did pre-collapse!"

The woman grinned at that and nodded once as she hopped off the bike while helping a little girl off the back seat, "Bitch'in, glad to hear it. Daryl this your group?"

The man in question had already escaped the confines of the side-car and was adjusting his suit while glowering down at said garment, eventually he sent a glare to the woman as he snarled his response.

"Yeah they're mine. Why in the seven hell's did ya change my clothes to this monkey suit woman!?"

Said woman only grinned and shrugged lightly in turn, "You look sexy in a suit, your own fault really."

Completely lost Andrea could only shrug to Daryl a bit while nodding slightly in agreement, "You really do..."

Sighing in resignation Daryl just shook his head but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a woman's ecstatic yell.

"SOPHIA!?"

The little girl in the over sized pink vest was soon engulfed in Carol's arms as the woman fell to the ground sobbing, Andrea glanced to the redheaded woman who had driven the motorcycle and saw her sad smile rather clearly.

"Well...looks like we finally found your mama little one," she stated tiredly while glancing to Shane and Rick, "Hello, names Iris Potter, pleased to meet you lot."

Andrea placed her rifle against the mobile home and holstered her pistol as she approached the apparently British woman, she sounded a bit on the sophisticated side so best to put the right foot forward on the introductions.

"Hello I'm Andrea, nice to meet you, how did you come upon Daryl and Sophia if you don't mind me asking?"

Before the woman could respond Sophia had extricated herself from her mothers grasp and quickly chirped out, "Oh Miss Iris saved me from the walkers! And she healed Mister Daryl with her magic! But she had to kill a whole lotta fellas on the way, though she really didn't enjoy it..."

Iris and Daryl both shot Sophia unimpressed glances but the young girl didn't notice as she turned back to her mom, "Mama, what's a creampie?"

Everyone froze at that as Carol gaped a bit, of all the people to recover first it was Shane who spat out, "What are you talk'in about baby girl?"

Sophia shrugged lightly at the question as she leaned into her mothers side, "One of the men we ran into said he wanted to give me one, Miss Iris said I had to ask mama what that was so I was just curious."

Rick, with teeth clenched and eyes closed in rage quietly seethed out, "And what happened after that?"

Sophia blinked in surprise before shrugging lightly, "Well...Miss Iris killed him and all his friends, caught 'em all on fire just like the last group."

Rick paused then nodded quickly in turn, "Oh, well good, Miss...Potter was it?"

The British woman who had been leaning against her bike glanced at Rick and raised an appraising crimson brow in return simply nodded once in confirmation.

"Can we talk, in private?" She glanced at Daryl who adjusted his tie before nodding once and followed the woman as she kicked off her bike and followed Rick and Shane, a curious Andrea following behind.

Stopping beneath the shade of a peach tree Rick ran his hand through his hair a moment before addressing the new arrival, "So...you saved and protected Sophia?"

The woman raised a single brow as she drawled out her response, "If we're going to be stating the obvious here, Daryl's sexy, so is the blonde bird, and you all stink. Are showers not a thing anymore or are you just out of detergents?"

There was a tense silence before Shane broke out laughing, after a few moments he gave the Brit an appraising stare before shrugging, "I like her, so what can you do?"

The woman, Iris, sighed in annoyance before she pointed a finger at a discarded plank of broken wood, a moment later it turned into a seven foot tall suit of plated armor. A few seconds later a pair of violet eyes glowed from the shadowed eye-slit and the figure quickly spun a large poleaxe in hand before saluting the redhead.

Grinning at the flummoxed men and knocking her shoulder against the thoroughly amused Daryl Iris simply quipped, "Everything."

After that, well...things changed.