I thought about a ff for the Daryl-girls and now here it is. Hope you enjoy it. I enjoy to write it and read it again. Hope it isn't that bad and please don't blame me for the grammar. Gave some feedback with your choice of this shitty thing. Now get ready for reading ;)

★Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Queen of Andals and First Men, Khaleesi, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, the Unburned, Mhysa and silver queen or short : Dany★

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I made my way through the woods and the moon shined past the leaves of the trees. It's been 12weeks now since the first news about this thing in the TV. My family has been killed by these monsters. My mom was in the kitchen and cooking my favourite meal 'cause I wanted to visit her as she got killed. My dad was in the garage and I don't know what happens to my older brother. I think he got killed as well but I'm ain't sure yet. I changed my weapon to the other hand and wiped over my forehead. I was very concentrate and peeked around. After I didn't eat for 3days I was very weakand so I hoped that I didn't crossed one of this thing...I called them biter...until I get new food or water. I went on and hold my big knife up. I shouldn't use much munitions and mustn't be loud.Beside that I love every sort of knifes and can better use them then guns. I always prefered to use knifes instead of guns. When you shoot these things, you can't feel them dying, again. But when you use a knife, you can feel it. The moment when the blood starts running out of the wound and how the, still kinda living, body falls to the ground when you rip your knife out. And this is what I want. The feeling of murdering this fucking things.

After the next hour I still didn't found anything to sleep in or on safety. I was getting tired and staggered through the forest. I was near a black out as I heared a rustling in the bushes. My eyes widened and I frozed in my move. I saw quite nothing in the darkness of the shapes of the trees. My handle around my knife got tightly and I starred at the bush.

I watched through the slits of my eyes for a better look and saw something comming out of the bush. It were walkers. 3 of them. Shit. They had smelled me and ran to me. The first one I killed with my large knife in the head and pull it out again. The second one I kicked to the ground and broke it legs. The third one came to fast and plunked me to the ground. I screamed and and loosed my knife. Dammit. I pushed the thing away and kicked after it. I crawled back and try to reach my knife. My hand fumbled around and I didn't found the knife. Fuck. I still crawled back and tryed to stood up but I was to weak. The walker with the broken legs came to me and try to bite me, but I kicked it in the face. Now I could reach my knife and take it in my hand. I hit it in the brain and killed it. There was still one of them, if there aren't some other in the woods. I tried to stood up again and leaned against a tree. Then I stood on my feet as the walker pressed me against it. I raised the knife and wanna hit the walker but he moved and I loosed my knife again. I wanna pushed him back but I fell how my power slowly disappeared. It came closer and closer. "Fuck off!", I screamed and pushed it with the power I had away. Then I take my knife and stunged it through the eye in its brain. The walker dropped to the earth and I breathed heavily. I wiped over my forehead again and brushed the dirt of my trousers. I kept walking as suddenly some walker came out of the bushes again. This time it were more then just 3. I turned around and started running. I never can kill all of them. Maybe if I had more power, but not now! I kept running and running. The wind blew through my hair and in my clothes. It was cold. Very cold. My body got tired and I were slower. Fuck I can't escaped them. They were fast for undead people. Suddenly I stumbled and fell down. The walkers came closer and I put my life behind and closed my eyes as I suddenly hear something strange. I opened my eyes again and saw an arrow appeared through it forehead. The thing fell down on me and I pushed it off me. I stood up and peeked around. There were two guys. One with a crossbow and one with a sheriff-hat and a colt. I pulled out my knife out and tried to help as much as I can. Two walkers I could killed before my power was gone. My arms fell down and I dropped to the ground. The last thing I saw was the man with the crossbow running towards me.

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As I woke up I lay comfortable. My eyes burning as I opened them. Slowly my eyes gets used to the light and  I inspected my surrounding. I was on a bed under some fluffy covers. I attached and looked closer at my surrounding. Every piece of furniture was made of wood and seemed very old. I felt very thirsty and was starving. Slowly I stood up and walk through the room. Where am I?..

Sudden I heard a noise and wanna pulled out my knife but recognized that it wasn't on my bolt. Damn assholes. I looked after my other knife. Gone as well. Then I bend down and scanned my calf. Nothing. They took every weapon I had. Who are THEY? I went to the door tried to opened it but it was locked. Then I hoped that I can opened the window but it was locked as well. I went back to the bed and sat down. Fuck. I hit at the door with my fists as I sudden heard keys in the keyhole. I stepped back and sat down on the bed. Then the door opened and the man with the sheriff hat came in. He closed the door behind him and sat down on a chair next to the bed.

"Who are you?", he asked me straight. I looked at him.

"Firstly I wanna know who you are because YOU kidnapped me!" He looked appalled.

"How can you say that? We saved you ass and you said we kidnapped you? How dare you!", he said in anger. I was quite.

"So. I didn't repeat me again. Who are you?", he said sternly.

"I..I'm Vivien.", I answered and looked directly in his eyes.

"Why had you been there last night?", he continued asking me.

"Because I tried to find some safe place to sleep."

"Are you alone?" A little break arose.

"Yes.", I whispered nearly.

"What do you wanna do with me now?", I asked quick. He seemed to thinking intense. He stood up and rubbed over his face.

"You can stay here if you don't make trouble.", he decided and went out of the room without closing the door again. I stood up and followed him.

"I'm Rick and this is Daryl. He'll will show you everything. If we can be sure that we can trust you, you'll get your knifes back.", he said and leave me alone with the guy I've seen before with the crossbow. Has he stood there the whole time?

"C'mon Vivien.", he said with an accent. I followed him in silence and he introduced me to everyone of their group. There was Carl (Rick's son), Lori (Rick's wife), Maggie, Shane, Carol, Glenn, Dale, T-Dog, Andrea, and the family who live at the farm: Hershel, Jimmy, Annette, Shawn, Beth. I tried to remember all of their names.

"You will get your knifes back if we can be sure..."

"..if you can be sure you can trust me, I know, I know!", I interrupted him and he looked at me.

"But why can't I have it now? I'll not hurt anybody of you and I need them to defending myself agaist walkers!"

"Because Rick wants it like this. Don't questioning him.", Daryl told me and kept up moving.

"And if you'll be attacked in the time you didn't have a weapon I'll be watching over you."

"I don't need help from anybody. You could give me my knifes back and everything will be alright!"

"I can't and now shut up and go washing or something.", he said sternly.

"I'm not a housemarker who wash the clothes and dishes. I wanna fight!"

"You must wait for that! I'll keep your knifes until Rick say you can have them back!" I turned around angrily and walked away. How dare he. I went back and talk to Beth. The next days I make friends with Beth. She seemed to be nice but Andrea....I still don't know what I should think about her. And Daryl was either outside or up the hills for watching over us. He didn't spoke to me that much or anybody else. He said if he gone away or if he went for doing the next guard. He kept to hisself all the time but brought us food. A deer or sometimes a squirrel or rabbit. Sometimes I thought he would watched me when I be forced to wash our clothes or when I spoke with Beth or Hershel but everytime I looked around he wasn't to be seen or he peeked in an other direction.

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We sat in the caravan and Daryl became unsettled because Carol was still crying in one corner of the caravan. Andrea tried to put together her own gun. Sudden Daryl went out of the caravan.

"What are you doing?", I asked him.

"I'll go and search after Sophia.", he answered and watched shortly in the trailer. Carol's sobbing were quieter.

"I'll go with you!", Andrea said and stood up.

"I don't need help!", he dissented.

"I just wanna help Carol. I can watch after me on my own.", she argued. He nooded and were gone. She followed him and leaved Carol and me alone. She had calm down now and looked to me.

"Who exactly is Sophia?", I asked Carol. Suddenly she started sobbing again.

"No...no..no...please don't cry..", I tried to calm her.

"Sh...She is my daughter!", she said sobbing.

"I...I didn't know!"

"Sure you didn't know. I missed her so much. She's gone since nearly one week.", she sobbed in my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry.", I said and rubbed over her back and tried to comforted her.

"I'll go with them!", I decided and stood up.

"What?", Carol asked.

"I want to find your kid for you!", I told her and smiled. She smiled back and I ran after them. I could outran them and breathing heavily.

"What are you doing here?", Daryl asked.

"I want to help and now shut up. We must find Sophia.", I spoke and went on. They followed me in the woods and we don't talked that much.

3hour went by until Andrea started a conversation.

"Daryl...did you think we'll ever find Sophia? It's been one week now. She could be dead by now." He looked at her.

"I don't think so. I had been stuck in the woods for eight days until I found out of it. Nobody really cared about me. So I think Sophia will be fine."

Silence.

We went on and looked carefully after Sophia. Here and there Daryl yelled for her. Nothing.

"It's getting dark. We should go home!", Andrea said.

"No. I'll stay. If ya wanna go home then do it.", Daryl spoke quietly and went on. Andrea followed him irritated. I followed them carefully, not to do any noise. Daryl showed us a hand gesture and we stopped. Two walkers came across us. He motioned that I should came in front and pointed at one walker. I understood and slowly we snuck towards them. I pick his knife he gave me and stuck it trough its brain. It fell to the ground and the walker who was attacked by Daryl fell to the ground too. We went on and saw a tent in the middle of the woods. Daryl sneaked to it at first and showed us with his hands that we could came. We heared a moaning. Were does it come from? Then we looked up and saw a walker in the trees.

"What the hell!", Daryl spoke and looked at it.

"What does it do up there?", I asked confused.

"Look. There is a note. It seems he wanna kill himself and don't thought about the walkers.", he explained me.

"Daryl...please...kill it.", Andrea whispered and turn around. It seemed she vomit every second but then turn around again.

"Why should I? He is up there and do no trouble!"

"Please."

"Look it legs are nibbled off.", he said and Andrea turn around again and vomit. Poor woman. I stood there and watch at this monster up the trees. With serenity.

"Please Daryl."

"Then answer my question! Do you wanna live anymore?"

"I...I don't know."

"Answer my question!". She loomed at him.

"I don't know why I live. I wanna die back there but Dale had prevented it.", she answered. Daryl made a face before he shoot an arrow in its head.

"Wasted arrow!", he mentioned and went away.

"Everything okay?", I asked Andrea.

"Y..Yeah..", she answered shortly and we followed Daryl.

We gone back to the camp because we mustn't lived in the house of Hershel.

"And?", Rick asked.

"Nothing!", Daryl said. Rick seemed pissed.

"We must do the search more structured.", Rick planned and I went tired away to my tent as I heard steps behind me. I turned around.

"Daryl? What do you want?", I asked confused.

"I like to get my knifes back.", he just said and hold his hand up. I groaned quietly and hand the knife to him. He nodded and made his way through the camp to his tent. Damn. I kept walking to my tent and fell to the ground sleepy.

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This was the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. 

                                  ★Dany★