Alone (Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction)

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Sydnie's POV
I stabbed my knife into another biters head for about the millionth time today. It was getting really tiring of doing the same thing everyday. Wakeup, kill, eat, sleep, repeat. It had become a routine that I'd gotten used to.

Being stuck in a zombie apocalypse by yourself sucked. Right before all this happened I'd been living up in Canada since I was eighteen and well, that was eight years ago I left home. It's not like my family was abusive or anything, I just didn't fit in there. My "family" wasn't technically my family since I was adopted at five, but I still loved them.

I had an older brother that I loved more than anything, but when I left, we never really talked and drifted apart. Somehow, I'd chose the perfect time to come back to Atalanta to see my folks. When I got back to the house it was empty and these biter things were all over the city. In some ways I was lucky though, if I was stuck up in Canada I would have died when winter came.

After about a year of trudging around the state of Georgia, I still hadn't found any good people here. Yes there were other people, but let's just say they're weren't the nicest people ever.

I slipped my knife into its holster and readjusted my backpack. A couple days ago I had past a farm house, the barn was burnt down and it looked like people had been living there before a herd past through. A smile filled my face for the first time in months, in front of me was a small one story farm house. It was pretty run down, but I wasn't complaining, I wasn't going to sleep in a tree tonight.

I got my pistol out of my holster and raised it as I walked inside. The first room was a living room, some of the furniture was thrown around, but besides that it was fine. I pounded my fist on the wall and listened for any biters that might be nearby.

After a couple minutes of waiting, nothing came out and I continued my search of the house. In the kitchen I was lucky enough to find some granola bars and a jar of peanut butter. The things that made me even happier though was all the medicine in the bathroom, a bottle of peroxide, Tylenol, bandages, you name it,

The last room was a bedroom which had some clothes that I stuffed in my bag. There was a king sized bed that I graciously laid down on, closing my eyes and relaxing. And because this is an apocalypse, relaxation doesn't last too long. I jolted up on the bed as I heard voices outside.

"There's not going to be anythin here Rick, look at the place." A deep southern voice said.

"Doesn't hurt to check it out." The man named Rick replied. The two bickered about what they were doing before the southern man won. "You go check it out then, I'll stay here."

I slowly made my way to the back door as I heard someone open the front. When I got outside, I hid behind the steps as footsteps approached me. They started walking in the other direction, until my foot moved and a branch snapped loudly. The footsteps stopped and started coming back towards me.

I took out my knife and waited for the person to get closer. All of a sudden, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me from my hiding spot. I blindly slashed my knife out and smirked as I heard it come into contact with something.

"Fuck!" The voice I recognized as Rick yelled. I stumbled back and looked up to see a man around his late thirties. He was wearing a tan shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, and an empty gun holster. I then realized that the gun that was suppose to be there was now aimed at me.

I fell onto the ground and let out a cry as I landed on my arm wrong. I looked up at the man with fear, if looks could kill, I'd be dead twenty times over. "Who are you?" He demanded. When I didn't answer he cocked the gun and pointed it at my head, "Who. Are. You?"

"Sydnie," I whispered. Rick's expression relaxed a bit, but not much.

"You got a group?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm alone."

"What's goin on Rick!?" The southern voice yelled as he rounded the corner. I looked over Rick's shoulder to see a redneck looking guy walk towards us. When he saw me his expression hardened and he raised his crossbow at me. "Who the hell is that!?"

"Sydnie," Rick told him.

The redneck glared at me and lowered the crossbow a bit. "Why ya still pointin the gun at her?"

Rick looked down at me and hesitantly lowered the gun. "You telling me the truth? You alone?"

I nodded again and scooted back a bit. "Been alone since it started, I'm telling the truth."

He sighed and looked at the redneck, they were talking with eye contact and nods, I was so confused. "You can come with us if you want." He told me.

My eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, we don't have a camp, but we found this prison, it might work out."

"That place is over run," I told him.

He nodded. "I think we can manage. So are you coming or not?"

I looked between him and the redneck, who was still glaring at me. "Yeah, sure."

"I have some questions to ask you first." Rick said crouching down in front of me.

"Ask away."

"How many walkers have you killed?"

I frowned. "Biters? I don't know a shit load?"

Rick gave me a small smirk. "How many people have you killed?"

I looked away. "I don't know, like five."

"Why?"

"They would have raped me." I told Rick, looking straight into his eyes.

He nodded and stood up, offering me his hand. I took it and he pulled me up, "We're parked a couple miles south from here, there's ten of us, including Daryl and I."

I looked over at the redneck, or Daryl I guess, and he gave me a small nod. He didn't look like someone that talked a lot so I took that as a good sign. "Let's go then," I told Rick.

He nodded and I followed him and Daryl into the woods. "What's your story?" Rick asked me.

I nervously played with the straps of my backpack. "It's not important."

"If you want to come with us, I have to know what you're like."

"Fine," I sighed. "I was coming back from Canada after eight years to see my parents and well, when I got here, all this shit happened. Haven't seen that many actual living people for the last year."

Rick nodded. "You don't got any siblings?"

"A brother, but I don't know where he is."

"If you don't mind me asking, you got a last name?" He asked.

I nodded. "It's Rhee."

Rick's head turned to look at me so fast, I thought it would fly off. "Rhee?"

"That's what I said."

He shook his head and focused on the path in front of us. What the hell was that about? I shrugged and looked over at Daryl, he hasn't said a word to me the whole time we've been walking.

"We're here," Rick said. I looked up and saw a group of people sitting around some cars. "Ready to meet the group?"
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Okay, so yay, finally made a new Walking Dead fan fic! The storyline for this will mostly follow the TV show with a couple changes of my own. I'm really excited for this and like the idea! Hope you like the first chapter, comment if you want another one today or tomorrow.