A/N: Hey guys! I have only ever done Twilight fanfiction but I have decided to try my hand at the greatest TV show in history. The Walking Dead so here is my new story. Walk Among Us.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead or anything affiliated with it. Starts in season 2 and goes on indefinitely.

SUMMARY: When Carl wanders off the farm while looking for Sophia and gets attacked by some walkers he is saved by a young man named Thomas Hart. Thomas takes Carl back to the farm and meets the rest of the gang. Will they accept him? Is he safe?

Thomas's POV.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as I found myself blocked by a massive junkyard in the middle of the highway. I stepped out of my car and unsheathed my knife. I carefully wove my way in and out of the cars. A corpse blocked my path to a car that looked as if it had supplies on the hood. I crept up behind it and rammed my knife through the back of its skull. I examined the small amount of supplies on the hood and noticed a sign in white paint on the windshield. It read; SOPHIA STAY HERE WE WILL COME BACK EVERYDAY.

The words weren't chipped or covered in dirt and dust so they must've been new. I looked out in the distance and saw a massive black shape headed my way. I climbed up on the hood of the car and grabbed my binoculars out of my backpack. On a closer look I could tell it was a massive herd of corpses, hundreds of them and they were only about 15 minutes out. I ran to my car and grabbed my bag of what little food I had left and my machete from the backseat before bolting of into the woods.

The woods were quiet for now, no doubt a few of those corpses would wander off in here but hopefully I wouldn't meet up with any. I heard a stream up ahead and decided to head towards it thinking that if there were people around, no doubt that they'd be near water.

The stream was quiet, peaceful, seemingly untouched by the rest of the world. I followed it for an hour before deciding to take a break.

I lay back on the grass and closed my eyes for one split second and before I knew it I was awoken by running feet. That doesn't sound like corpses. I thought to myself. I stood up and sprinted over the hill in direction of the noise. I came across a boy, no older than 12 wearing a sheriff's hat running from 3 corpses that were on his trail. I the boy noticed me and immediately fell and hit his head. I rushed down the hill and chopped off one corpse's head with my machete, another grabbed me and I slung it to the ground. I buried my knife in its skull and stood. The 3rd was making his way to the boy and I ran and tackled it from behind. I grabbed it by its hair and bashed its head into a tree until it was pretty much gone. I turned towards the kid and rolled him over. His head was bleeding but he was stirring slightly.

"Kid, where are your parents?" I asked him. He slowly pointed before passing out. I picked him up and proceeded in the way he was pointing.

About half an hour later I came out of the woods and saw a farm ahead, there were a few people on the porch and I made my way towards them.

A man in a brown shirt who looked like an older version of the boy ran and punched me as soon as I placed the boy on the ground.

"What'd you do to him?" He growled before kicking me.

"Nothing." I said as I spit out blood. "He was being chased by some corpses and fell, I saved him.

"I think he's lying Rick." A tan man with short hair said.

"Shane not now." Rick told him. "We'll ask Carl what happened when he wakes up, until then tie this guy to the porch." I allowed them to hold me hostage until the boy woke up to explain. A blonde woman with a pistol sat in a rocking chair to watch me for about twenty minutes until Rick came back out.

"Andrea you can go." He told the woman. She left and he cut the rope around my wrists. I stood up and turned around.

"Thanks." I told him.

"No, thank you." He said. "We didn't realize he was gone we were busy talking."

"It's no problem. I had a brother around his age and I figured there was someone out there who cared for him the way I did Chris.

"I'm Rick Grimes by the way." He offered his hand.

"Thomas Hart." I said as we shook. "Any idea why he was out there alone?"

"Looking for Sophia." He said.

"Sophia?" I asked.

"You seen her?" He inquired hopefully.

"No, not her but I got stopped in a traffic jam on the highway, saw her name on a car with some supplies."

"She's a little girl we lost, she ran away when a herd came through up there."

"Like the one up there now?" I asked and he looked at me questioningly.

"There's at least two hundred coming up the highway out of the city, it's what drove me in the woods."

"Well hopefully they won't make it this far out."

"Hopefully." I repeated.

"Where you from?" He asked.

"Tennessee." I answered. "Came down here to head to fort Benning, heard it was safe."

"We heard so as well, just waiting til we find Sophia. Where's your group?"

"My parents and brother were the only ones I had and I lost them."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"We've all lost people Rick, don't be sorry." I said and he nodded.

"So what'd you do before the outbreak?"

"I was a high school student and amateur MMA fighter."

"MMA?" He chuckled. "Why didn't you fight back earlier?"

"You were a worried father; you had every right to see me as a threat so there was no reason to fight back."

A blonde girl about my age stepped out of the house and invited both Rick and myself in for dinner. I followed them in and sat down at the table.

A/N: Short but I just want to know what people think. (I know my grammar is not the best so pointers are welcome in reviews or PMs)