Summary: While hunting for the group Daryl and comes upon Daisy Jackson, a girl from Daryl's past. Please R&R it would make my day

Disclaimer: I do not own the The Walking Dead or The Glass Castle. This is not a crossover! I just incorporated some scenes from The Glass Castle in this story so you could understand Daryl's and Daisy's past a bit better.

I walked through the woods, bow and arrow in hands. I was going back to check on that deer. Earlier today, when I was hunting for food, I saw this beautiful doe. And as soon as I was about to strike it down somebody got it before me. I didn't know who it was, but it was someone. Just the thought of not being the last person on this dead world was enough for me. Without confronting the shooter, I hid and watched as a man in a sleeveless t-shirt take the doe and drag it to a clearing. With Indian like footsteps I quietly watched in amazement as he left it there. I didn't take it immediately like I should've, but instead I left and went to hunt some more, thinking I would come back to that spot to see if it was still there, and then I would take it. After catching three rabbits and an ugly possum, I walked back. I didn't see the man's face, though. I knew I had to go back to the highway before sundown, Annabelle was starving.

When I was getting closer to the clearing I heard a scream, at first I thought it was Annabelle, if it wasn't, it was a kid none the less. Then another scream came up, two kids. I ran until I came to the clearing where a little boy and girl stared, horrified, at the walker eating mine and my sister's dinner. Before I could think I yelled, "What are you doing, don't just stand there! Run!" They looked at me with a confused expression and then ran. I then heard more shouts. Men and women both. How many were there? Five men came up, all armed. At first, they just stared at the walker, but then they looked up at me, the walker and the doe in between us. We just stood there while the walker had its fill. Suddenly the walker stood up and was looking at the men for its next meal. Only one of them had a gun, but instead they hit it to the ground and beat it until a man with a white beard and a fisherman's hat drove a hatchet through the neck, decapitating it.

I just watched it all go down and noticed two blonde girls standing at a distance behind them. Scared as hell to notice me, by the looks of it.

The man with the white beard gestured to the walker, "This is the first one we've had up here. We've never had one come up this far up the mountain."

"They're running out of food in the city," another man said.

But the three other men just looked at me, "Who are you?" a man with a white t-shirt and stubble on his jaw asked.

Tree branches snapped in the distance and all of that 'who are you?' stuff was forgotten. We all had the same motive now? To kill walkers. I held up my metal bow and arrow and looked around wildly. The man with the crossbow came through, and now I saw his face. I couldn't believe it. It couldn't be. Daryl Dixon? One of the men looked at him and sighed, "Aw Jesus…"

I watched silently as Daryl looked past me and at the dead walker and his eaten up dear, "Son of a bitch," he said annoyingly, "That's my deer." Then he looked up at me. I haven't seen him in years.

He looked at me as confused as the kids that ran away. The man with the white beard asked, "Daryl, do you know her?"

Daryl ignored him and raised a brow in surprise, "Daisy Jackson?"

The walker wasn't quite dead and it started chewing at the air. One of the blonde girls scrunched up her nose, "Oh my god," and they both walked away, disgusted.

None of them did anything so I just sighed and shot an arrow in its head and murmured, "You didn't quite get the brain…"

The man with dark hair and big brown eyes pointed his gun at me, "Where'd you come from?"

I stepped back. I was human, so why was he pointing his gun at me? One of the other men put his hand on the gun. "Shane, put the gun down. If it makes you feel any better, I'm Rick. That's Jim," he pointed to a scraggly man with a baseball cap, "Morales," he then pointed to a Mexican looking man, "that's Glenn," he pointed to a Chinese boy that looked a bit younger than me, "And that's Dale," he said gesturing to the old man.

"She knows who I am," Daryl said. I took another step back. These people scared me and right now all I wanted to do was go back to Annabelle who was waiting for me with a shotgun and throwing knives.

"Now that you know everyone," Rick said calmly, "We want to know who you are, and where you came from."

"I'm Daisy Jackson…" I said, too in shock to tell them about Annabelle and my camp at the highway.

"Would you like to join us at our camp?" he asked, "It's not far from here. I'm new to the group too and they welcomed me in with open arms. We just want to work together and protect the people that are alive and-."

"Kill the walkers." I finished.

He smiled and nodded, "Exactly. So, would you like to join us?"

"I have a little sister that's waiting for me, so…" I gestured to the direction of the highway.

"Annabelle?" Daryl asked. Everyone looked up at him, surprised.

"Yeah, Annabelle," I said. The last time I saw Daryl, Annabelle was hiding in the corner, too afraid to do a thing.

"Do you want to bring Annabelle back here?" Dale asked kindly.

"Sure. I'll try to make it back before sundown. And," I took the string of dead bunnies and possums and handed them out, "You can have these if you want."

Rick took them and gave me a small smile, "We'll get a spot set up for you and your sister at camp."

"Thank you, sir. Does that trail on the highway, go up to your camp?" I asked. I could always drive the car up.

Dale nodded, "Sure does. We always hope that someone would stumble on the trail and come here."

I smiled, "I'll drive my truck up."

Dale nodded, "Okay. Do you want one of us to come with you?"

I shrugged, "If you want to…"

"For protection," Rick said, "The bigger the group the better. I'll go with you," he looked at Shane, "Take care of Carl and Lori for me." Shane nodded.

Daryl looked at me with some sort of expression in his eyes that I couldn't place. Rick and I were set off into the woods, me leading the way and him trying to walk next to me. He talked about how he woke up and found the group on his own and how they led him back to his family as I walked silently besides him. When he started talking about how happy he was with his family I couldn't stand it so to shut him up I said, "At least you found your miracle."

"I think you'll be friends with my wife Lori, and Amy and Andrea too. I think they're around your age. How old are you anyway?" he asked.

"I'm twenty-two just got out of college. I had an older sister named Lori," I said, my words covered with no emotion. Before Rick could ask the question, I answered it, "Yes, she's dead."

"I'm sorry."

I smirked, "Me too."

We didn't talk for a while after that and when we were close to the highway he asked another question, "How did you know Daryl?"

"We met when we were kids. Before my parents were on the run again."

"Running from what? I'm sorry, I'm a cop. I feel like I should know this stuff."

I smiled, "I should've known. Cops like the interrogation stuff, right? They were on the run from bill collectors."

"Oh."

"Yeah," I said.

Finally, we got to the old blue Chevy truck and Annabelle hopped out with a throwing knife in her hands, "Daisy!" She threw the knife into the grass and ran over and hugged me, "I know you've only been gone for two hours, but it gets lonely and I always worry."

I combed her messy strawberry blonde curls with my fingers, "I always worry about you, Anna. Maybe you should come with me next time."

"I'm not as good a hunter as you. Where's the food?" she asked, and then she spotted Rick, "And who is he?"

"This is Rick, and I gave the food to him and his camp."

Her blue eyes lit up with glee, "His camp? You mean there are more people?!" She smiled.

"Yeah, there's a bunch, Anna. By the sounds of it it's a whole town!"

She giggled and clapped her hands gleefully, "Can we go, Daisy? Can we go? Please!"

"Of course. Rick is going to show us where to go. It's up the mountain."

Annabelle got in the back of the messy truck with all our stuff in it. I got in the driver's side and Rick got in next to me. I drove up the trail and more cars were also parked there. Putting the car in park we all jumped out and Annabelle was soon greeted by everyone in the camp. She took off right away with the other kids in the camp. Carol's daughter, Sophie and Rick's son, Carl, were so cute. They followed Annabelle and me, fascinated by the newcomers. But Carol's husband, Ed…he just crept me out.

"Hi sweetheart," Dale said in a grandfatherly tone, "This was the biggest tent left in the back of the RV. It's not that big, but it's not too small. If you need help setting it up let me know."

I smiled at him in appreciation. I haven't slept in a tent in a long time. Since the apocalypse, Anna and I have been sleeping in sleeping bags in the bed of the truck, "Thank you, Dale."

Anna was already playing with Carl and Sophie so I set up my tent quickly in a spot in between two others. I went back to the truck, grabbed the little belongings Anna and I had and tried setting it up nicely in the tent.

"Daisy," I jumped at the sound of my name and turned around to see Shane, "I'm sorry about pointin' the gun at you like that earlier today," he sounded sincere.

I got out of the tent and brushed my hands off, "It's okay. You can never be too cautious in a hell of a world like this."

He smiled, "That's for sure. We're cookin' dinner right now. Would you like to join us? Anna's already with the others. Those rabbits that you caught cooked mighty fine."

"Oh, thanks, but no thanks. Anna's hungrier than me. I'll join you all in a few though, okay?"

Shane nodded slowly, "There's somethin' else I wanted to tell you…" I raised a brow at him, "You knew Daryl, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah?"

"Did you know his brother?"

"Merle?" my nose crinkled up and I hoped I didn't sound disgusted, "What about him?"

Shane then explained about the situation in Atlanta and how they left Merle. He said how after Rick and I left they told Daryl what happened and they were going out to get him back the next day and before I could think I said, "I'll help."

"Oh no darlin' you don't have to do that. You just got here."

"No, I will. I knew them. The Dixon's weren't the nicest of people when I knew them and I'm sure those two haven't changed, but if we're goin' to be livin' together in camp, helpin' each other survive…live and work together or die alone, right?"

Shane smiled at me, "Right. You should tell the group that, I'm sure they'll love it." He walked back to the group fire and I followed. I sat next to Amy and Andrea. I liked Carol and Sophia. I really liked Lori too. They were nice to me. Ed put more wood in their fire which pissed Shane off. It was a stupid move. Walkers weren't blind for the most part, Shane said. Shane went over there to say something but I chose to ignore it.

Before it got into a fight I said, "Maybe if we build a higher wall around the camp fire…then we can add all the wood we like to the thing. The light will only be visible to our little circle and not so much on the outside."

Everyone looked up at me and Shane nodded, "That's a good idea, while you're all gone tomorrow we can do that."

"Wait!" Daryl said, "Your goin' now too?"

I shrugged, "Sure."

"So you're not goin'. You're goin' to hold us back."

I took the knife I held out of my boot and before anyone could stop me I threw it and it lodged right above Daryl's head, into the tree he was leaning on. That shut him up. Shane looked between me and the knife and slowly he took the knife out of the tree and handed it back to me, "Now you either have really good aim or really bad aim, but we don't do that around here."

"I wasn't goin' to hurt him," I said, twirling the knife in my hands, "I just wanted to show him I am no liability."

I walked back to the tent and Anna followed loyally while Daryl shouted at me, "You're no better than I am, Daisy Jackson!"

Flashback

Just after my eighth birthday, Daryl Dixon, his older brother, and father moved into the Tracks. The Tracks were just trailer homes next to the train tracks that headed towards Atlanta. It was the poor part of town, but I didn't mind. We stayed at the Tracks for over a year and mom let Lori and I enroll in the school, so I considered it a good home.

Daryl was two years older than me, tall and skinny with a brown crew cut and blue eyes. But he wasn't handsome. He kept his Marlboros rolled up in one of his T-shirt sleeves and he lit his cigarettes with a Zippo lighter stamped with a picture of a naked lady bending over.

Daryl lived in a house made of tar paper and corrugated tin, down the tracks from our house. He never mentioned his mom and made it clear that you weren't supposed to bring her up, so I never knew if she had run off or died. His dad worked in the barite mine and spent his evenings at the Owl Bar down the tracks, so Daryl had a lot of unsupervised time on his hands.

My older sister took to calling Daryl "the devil with a crew cut" and "the terror of the Tracks." She claimed he set fire to a couple of dogs and skinned some neighborhood cats and strung their naked pink bodies up on a clothesline to make jerky. Daryl said my sister was a big fat liar, but personally I didn't know who to believe. After all Daryl was a certified juvenile delinquent. He had told us that he spent time in a detention center in Atlanta for shoplifting and vandalizing cars. Shortly after he moved to the Tracks, Daryl started following me around. He was always looking at me and telling other kids he was my boyfriend.

"No, he's not!" I would yell, though I secretly liked it that he wanted to be.

A few months after he'd moved to town, Daryl told me he wanted to show me something funny.

"If it's a skinned cat, I don't want to see it," I said.

"Naw, it ain't nothin' like that," he said. "It's really funny. You'll laugh and laugh. Unless you're scared."

"'Course I'm not scared," I said.

The funny thing Daryl wanted to show me was in his house, which was dark inside and smelled like pee, and was even messier than our house, although in a different way. Our house was filled with stuff: papers, books, tools, lumber, our paper box beds and my bow and arrows. There was hardly anything in Daryl's house. No furniture. Not even wooden spool tables. It had only one room with three mattresses on the floor next to a TV. There was nothing on the walls, not a single picture. A naked light bulb hung from the ceiling, right next to three or four dangling spiral strips of flypaper so thick with flies that you couldn't see the sticky yellow surface underneath. Empty beer cans and whiskey bottles and a few half-eaten tins of Vienna sausages littered the floor. On one of the mattresses, Daryl's father was snoring unevenly. His mouth hung open, and flies were gathered in the stubble of his beard. A wet stain had darkened his pants nearly to his knees. I stared quietly, and then asked, "What's the funny thing?"

"Don't you see?" said Daryl, pointing at his dad. "He pissed himself!" Daryl started laughing.

I felt my face turning hot. "You're not supposed to laugh at your own daddy," I said to him. "Ever."

"Aw, now, don't go get all high-and-mighty on me," Daryl said, "Don't go and try and pretend you're better than me. 'Cause I know your daddy ain't nothin' but a drunk like mine."

I hated Daryl at that moment, I really did. I thought of telling him about how my dad taught me pi and the planets and all the things that made my daddy special and completely different from his, but I knew Daryl wouldn't understand.

"My daddy ain't nothin' like your daddy, Daryl Dixon! At least when he passes out he neverpisses himself!"

At dinner that night, I started telling everyone about Daryl Dixon's disgusting dad and the ugly dump they lived in.

Mom put down her fork, "Daisy, I'm disappointed in you," she said. "You should show more compassion."

"Why?" I said. "He's bad. He's a JD."

"No child is born a delinquent," Mom said, "They only become that way," she went on, "if nobody loves them. Unloved children grow up to become serial killers or alcoholics." Mom looked pointedly at Dad and then back at me, "You should try to be nicer to Daryl. He doesn't have all the advantages that you kids do," she said. I wish I asked her what advantages we didhave.

Present Day

The next morning I got up early and had breakfast with the other guys that were going to rescue Merle. At first I was not going to go, for Annabelle's sake, but I didn't want to cower at Daryl's snide comments about me going and when I heard there was a whole bag of guns waiting, I hadto go. More protection for Annabelle. And I also wanted to get the tools for Dale, he has been nice to me ever since I came here and was the one that gave Anna and me a comfortable sleeping area.

All the guys and I, except Daryl, who was packing up weapons, ate our scrambled eggs heartily.

"So, Miss Daisy," Shane said, "Everyone is curious about you and Daryl."

I shrugged, "What about him?"

"Well, we all know why you hate his guts, but can you possiblytell us a bit about Daryl and Merle, just so we're all on the same page."

Did this guy really want me to tell him about Daryl and Merle? I furrowed my eyebrows and put my fork down, "Well it's not my story to tell. We both just grew up on the wrong side of the Tracks…literally." I mumbled.

"Wait, you both grew up on the Tracks?" Shane asked, amazed, "Well that's all I need to know."

"And you're judging us just by where we lived?" I asked, glaring at him, "Let me guess, you're a cop too?"

Shane looked up at me, surprised by my outburst, "As a matter-of-fact, yes, I am a cop."

"Well at least your cop buddy Rick was nice about knowing my past," I gestured towards him, "He, unlike other people, has seemed to realize that our past doesn't matter anymore. Ever since the fever broke out we've all had the same motives, live and kill. Where we grew up or what our social statuses are has no meanin' anymore. We're all the same." I picked up my plate and sighed, "When the hell are we leavin'? I wanna get this done and over with."

"We're leaving now," Daryl said, "So get the shit you want together and let's leave."

I put the dishes in the sink in the RV and walked over to Lori, who was shaking with worry. Slowly, I put a hand on her arm, "Hey, Rick's going to be alright. He's strong, ya know? He told me all about how he got here. It's enough to make me think that he'll always come back to you and Carl." Lori didn't say anything she just gave me a small smile and nodded. Walking back out of the RV I grabbed my bow and arrows, a few throwing knives and a hand gun with one bullet left.

Annabelle smiled at me before I left and hugged me, "You're the strongest and smartest one, Daisy. It's almost gonna be like huntin' I bet."

I smiled at her confidence in me, "Yeah, I bet. I left some knives in our tent for ya. I want you to have one or two on ya at all times. Alright?"

"Of course. With Lori's and Carol's permission can I teach Carl and Sophie how to throw knives, like you taught me too?" she asked hopefully.

"Sure," I nodded, "But you haveto have their parents' permission. And I would feel a lot better if an adult was with ya when teachin'."

"Okay," she kissed my cheek, "I'll miss you sis."

"I'll miss you too. And I'll come back as soon as we get the stuff we need, alright?"

She nodded, "Alright, bye sis," Anna waved as she ran back to play with Carl and Sophie. I'll make sure I come back to her, even if it's the last thing I do.

I jumped into the back of the van with Rick, T-Dog, and Daryl, while Glenn was in the front driving. As T-Dog and Daryl bickered about getting Merle, Rick carefully asked me some more questions. Once again, the interrogator, "Pretty girl like you, did ya have a boyfriend before all this?" he gestured everywhere.

I nodded, "Yeah, I did. Didn't survive obviously. Had to put a bullet through his head once the fever took him over."

Looking up I noticed Daryl smirking at me as if to say, "Remember me?"

Flashback

The next time I saw Daryl, I told him I'd be his friend—but not his girlfriend—if he promised not to make fun of anyone's dad. Daryl promised. But he still kept trying to be my boyfriend. He told me that if I'd be his girlfriend, he would always protect me and make sure nothing bad ever happened to me. If I wouldn't be his girlfriend, he said, I'd be sorry. I told him if he didn't want to be just friends, fine with me, I wasn't scared of him.

After about a week, I was hanging out with some other kids from the Tracks watching garbage burn in a big rusty trash can. They were all throwing in pieces of brush to keep the fire going, plus chunks of tire treads, and we cheered at the thick black rubber smoke that made our noses sting as it rolled past us into the air.

Daryl came up to me and pulled my arm, motioning me away from the other kids. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a turquoise and silver ring. "It's for you," he said.

I took it and turned it over in my hand. I ran it across my teeth and tongue like Mom had taught me too. I could tell by the slightly bitter taste that it was real silver.

"Where'd you get this?" I asked.

"It used to be my mom's," Daryl said.

It sure was a pretty ring. It had a simple thin band and an oval shaped piece of dark turquoise held in place by snaking silver strands. I didn't have any jewelry and it had been a long time since anyone had given me a present, except the bow and arrows I got when I was four.

I tried on the ring. It was way too big for my finger, but I could wrap yarn around the band the way high school girls did when they wore their boyfriend's rings. I was afraid, however, that if I took the ring, Daryl might start thinking that I had agreed to be his girlfriend. He'd tell all the other kids, and if I said it wasn't true, he'd point to the ring. On the other hand, I figured Mom would approve, since accepting it would make Daryl feel good about himself. I decided to compromise.

"I'll keep it," I said. "But I'm not going to wear it."

Daryl's smile spread all across his face.

"But don't think this means we're boyfriend and girlfriend," I said. "And don't think this means you can kiss me."

Present

I shook my head as if to get the memory out of my head, but I still had the ring…along with other miscellaneous objects from my past in one of the many pockets in my backpack. Finally, Glenn parked the car and said, "We walk from here." He parked on the train tracks, go figure, and we all hopped out. I had five knives stuffed in my Ariat boots, the one bullet gun stuffed in the back of my pants, handle out, bow in my hands and arrows on my back and we ran up the tracks towards the city.

"Merle or the guns first?" Rick asked.

"Merle," said Daryl, "We ain't even havin' this conversation."

Rick turned over to Glenn, "You know the geographies better, what's your call?"

"Merle first, we'll get the guns when we're heading back, Merle first." Glenn said as we ran towards the streets.

I set one of the quivers in the bow as we run and all I can think about is getting my hands on that bag of guns. I've kind of became a gun addict when the apocalypse came, but could you blame me? I learned how to shoot a gun when I was three years old, that's just what happens when you have a psycho father and mother who have no conscience of child safety.

We got to the building that Merle was supposedly handcuffed to and we walked through the department store on the bottom. Rick spotted a walker and it only took a second before I put an arrow through its head, "Good shot," Rick said.

"Thanks," I said as I got the arrow out of its head and put it back in place. We ran up the stairs, Daryl in the front, eager to get to his brother and me at the back making sure no geeks followed us. T-Dog cut the lock with pliers and Daryl kicked the door open. "Merle!" he shouted, "Merle!" We ran onto the roof and we all stopped when we saw Merle's beefy and bloody hand on the ground, next to a saw and handcuffs.

My mouth hung open as I stared at the hand and Daryl as he screamed angrily with a few tears streaming down his face that he quickly wiped away. I honestly felt bad for Daryl. His brother may be dead. I know Merle may be an ass, but he's god damn strong and willing to do that to himself. When he stopped crying he angrily drew his crossbow up to T-Dog's head, and less than a second later Rick's pistol was aimed at Daryl's head. "I won't hesitate," Rick said, "And I don't care if every single walker in this city hears it."

Daryl sighed and put the crossbow down in defeat. "Do you have a rag or something?" he asked.

T-Dog handed him a blue bandana and Daryl carefully set it down on the cement. He picked up the hand by the pinkie finger and sighed, "That crazy son of a bitch." Daryl set the hand down on the bandana and wrapped it up. He walked over and Glenn, with a sad and disgusted look on his face, did nothing as he put the useless hand in his backpack. "There's not much blood, he went on. He must've covered it or stopped the blood flow with his belt." We followed the trail of blood Merle left for us to an opening on the roof that led to some stairs. As we went down Daryl called for his brother and we took out a few more walkers. We came to a couple already dead ones and Daryl smirked, "Merle must've killed them, one handed. Tough as hell if I ever met my brother."

"Yeah, but any man could pass out from blood loss," Rick pointed out, "No matter how strong he is."

The blood lead us to what looked like an employee kitchen, where Sterno cans burn next to an iron steak weight crusted with skin. "He must've cauterized the stump." Glenn gagged and I just watched quietly.

"I told you. Nobody could kill Merle, but Merle."

"Rick's right though…" I murmured, "He's lost a lot of blood, Daryl."

Daryl ignored me and walked over to the busted and bloody window that lead out to the building stairs. "He busted out?!" Glenn asked, surprised, "Why the hell would he do that?!"

"He's out there alone for all he knows," Daryl said, his only explanation, "He's gotta do what he's gotta do. Survivin'."

"You call that survivin'?!" T-Dog asked, "Wanderin' out into the middle of the streets, maybe passing out?"

"Better than be handcuffed to the top of a buildin' to rot by you sorry pricks," he said rather loudly. I had to agree that he had a point. Daryl went on to Rick, "You couldn't kill 'em. And ya ain't so worried about some sorry dumb bastard."

"What about a thousand dumb bastards?" asked Rick with his brows raised, "Different story?"

"Take a tally, I don't care. I'm goin' out to find my brother," he headed to the door, but Rick pushed him back, "Get your hands off me!" he yelled. From the corner of my eye I saw the exasperated look on Glenn's face as he silently told Daryl to shut up. "You can't stop me!"

"I don't blame you," Rick said, "He's family I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know how it feels. We can go around a few blocks and try to find him, but only if we keep a level head."

Daryl stared him down, "I can do that."

"Only if we get those guns first," T-Dog said, "'Cause I'm not wanderin' the streets for that sorry ass with just my good intentions."

So it was settled. We walked into the office where Glenn drew up a plan on the floor with some Sharpie.

"You're not goin' out there alone," Rick argued.

"I don't like the idea and I don't even like you much," Daryl said.

"It's a good idea," Glenn tried to explain as I sat next to him and watched. "'K if you just hear me out. If we go out in a group we're slow, drawing attention to ourselves. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Look," he gestured to a large paper clip, between two drawn out buildings, "That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now," he then set a crumpled up piece of paper next to it, "That's the bag of guns," he pointed to the alley right next to them, "This is the alley I dragged you out to the top of the building. That's where Daryl and Daisy and I will be?"

I looked at him as if he were nuts, "Why me and him?" I asked.

"Because your arrows and his crossbow are quieter than their guns," Glenn gestured towards Rick and T-Dog. "While Daryl and Daisy wait here in the alley, I run up, grab the guns and get the hell out."

"What about me and T-Dog?" Rick asked.

"Right," Glenn said as if he almost forgot about them, "You'll be in this alley here." He put a large Papermate Pink Pearl eraser two blocks away from the guns and tank.

"Two block away?" Rick said, "Why?"

"I might not be able to come back the same way," Glenn explained, "Walker might cut me off. If that happens, I won't come back to Daryl and Dixie; I'll run back to you and T-Dog. Whatever direction I go, I've got you in both places to cover for me. After that we'll all meet up back here."

"Hey kid," Daryl said, "What did you do before all this?"

Glenn looked up, surprised, "Pizza delivery."

We all took that as a good answer and headed out to our spots. Loading up his crossbow Daryl said snidely, "You've got some balls for a China man."

"I'm Korean," he said running out through the alley. I smirked.

"Whatever," Daryl said, pointing his crossbow at the end of the alley. I was at his back, facing the other end of the alley. As Glenn ran through the streets some boy crept up the alley.

"Daryl!" I hissed. He turned around, both of our bows aimed at the kid.

He put his hands up, "Woah, don't shoot, don't shoot."

"We're lookin' for my brother have you seen him?" Daryl asked.

The kid started shouting for somebody and angrily I kicked him to the ground. With Daryl's foot on his chest I covered his mouth, "Shut the hell up man! Are you stupid?! There's walkers everywhere!"

That's when a man took out Daryl and another one kicked my gut. The men kept on kicking Daryl and I to the ground and soon Glenn ran in, hoping for a safe haven. The air kept on getting knocked out of me and I couldn't breathe. Daryl kept on calling my name and soon I felt my head being covered by a bag. One of the men grabbed me by the waist and flung me over his shoulder. I screamed and kicked, but that didn't seem to bother the bulk man. I heard an arrow being pushed out of Daryl's crossbow and the man holding me fell to the ground with a yelp. My body smashed against the fence before I smashed to the cement, head first. I felt blood in my mouth and I quickly pulled the bag off of my head. Before I could even get up one of the men grabbed me again. It all happened so fast. My vision was blurry as I was shoved into a car. My ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton and I could barely hear a thing. I tried to keep my eyes open, but then all I saw was darkness.

I woke up with yet another bag over my head and I heard arguing down below. Then two big beefy hands grabbed my clasped arms and pulled me forwards. I stumbled weakly and all I could think about was what Daryl said about me being a liability. Shit.But they came so fast. They almost took Glenn too.

The bag was ripped off of my head and I cried out beneath the tape over my mouth. Daryl, Rick and a few other men looked up at me.

"We've never had a carrot top before," one of the men down below said in a Spanish accent, "If you don't give me those guns I might order my men to have a go with her."

My eyes widened and I struggled against the men, but if I pulled too hard I might fall off the damned building.

"You see," the man said, "If you come back with my man and the bag of guns, it will be an easy trade, but if you come back locked and loaded, it'll be a bloodbath."

I wanted to scream at them when they left not to give them the guns that I wasn't worth it. But after they left one of the men untied my hands and I ripped the tape off of my mouth.

"We're not going to hurt you," one of the men said.

"What was goin' on down there then, huh? Gonna have a go with me now?" I yelled.

"Follow us, we'll show you what this place is all about."

I couldn't help but to follow them from the roof. This place was a nursing home. None of them told about the walkers so as not to worry them. I didn't say a word as I watched a man named Mr. Gilbert have an asthma attack. I couldn't understand. Why did they act all high and mighty when all they did was take care of old people?

Suddenly the man who was talking to Rick and Daryl came up and helped Mr. Gilbert with an inhaler.

"What the hell is this?" my head bolted up and Rick, Daryl, T-Dog and Glenn stood there. I ran towards them, hoping I didn't look crazy.

After Rick talked with Guillermo we started heading out again. Daryl handed me back my bow and arrows that fell to the ground. I trembled. These people came back to save me and left with me and half of the ammo they came for gone. "Thank you," I murmured.

"No need for that," Rick said, "It's what we would've done for anyone."

I felt so, so bad. "I guess Daryl is right, I am a frickin' liability. I'm sorry; it's just that they came at us so fast…"

"You are no liability, Daisy," Rick said, "You have the best aim in camp as far as I know. Good fighter too, you're right though, they did come at ya fast."

"If it makes you feel any better, they almost grabbed me too," Glenn said with a small smile. I smiled back.

We walked out of the city only to find the van gone. "Where the hell is the van?" I asked.

"We left it right there!" Glenn said, "Who would take it?"

"Merle," Rick said, giving us a good explanation.

"He's gonna be takin' some vengeance back to camp…" Daryl said.

"Annabelle…" I murmured and started running back, bow and arrows in hand. I ran as fast as I could. Running ahead of the rest, all I could think about was what crazy thing Merle would do and Anna in danger at the hand of that crazy hick. When I heard screams and gun shots I ran faster, "Oh my God."

Walkers were all over the camp. Everyone was fighting and in the flurry of people I couldn't see Anna. "Anna!" I screamed, "Annabelle!"

Amy screamed and before I could get to her a walker bit into her arm. I took out my bow and soon enough an arrow was in its brain. It was too late for Amy though. Load. Shoot. Load. Shoot. I kept on repeating that process as I killed random walkers.

"Look out!" I hear from behind me. I turn to see a walker not a foot away from me but then taken out and Daryl right behind it. He pushes me behind him as my shield. I wouldn't have any of that. I tried to push past him so I could fight the herd in our camp but he wouldn't let me go. With one shot each, I took out the walkers coming from the side as I saw people in our camp being devoured. Daryl was smashing in heads but still managed to keep his arm around me so I couldn't jump ahead. So I ran from the side and grabbed Annabelle who was with Carl and Lori. We ran over to the cars for protection and I kept on shooting walkers away from us.

Once the walkers were all taken out, Amy and Ed were gone. Already two parts of my new family were dead.