Traveling(daryl dixon love story)

chapter 1.

My name is emily goodwin, 25 and still unsure what to do with my life. Stuck at university doing my biology degree, working in a crappy high school at a trainee teacher.

Between dealing with moaning lecturers, hormonal teenagers or feuding families, i had a pretty intense life.

My light brown hair had now noticing greys, my skin was pale and my dark blue eyes soon became light, my figure always stayed firm and toned.

Its friday night, mid summer yet we have a down pour of rain, lay on the couch with my feet up glued to another episode of the walking dead, it was only obsession. Well apart from pop tarts, i loved pop tarts.

Its season 5, they have just made it to alexandria 'place doesn't seem safe to me' ricks shaved his beard that was awfully sexy. Daryl being daryl gutted a possum on the porch and carol is dressing like a sundays soccer mom.

My hands lay rested on my stomach, breathing was light and calm until my phone went off.

"Ugh, cant i have peace for longer than an hour?" i grumble to myself. It was my best friend of 13 years reneé.

"Whats up bitch?" i ask as i answer the call.

"Happenin' slut?" she exclaimed down the other side of my iphone.

"Watchin'.. Stuff, what are you doing?" i question her sitting up obvious to the music in the background.

"At a bar. Downtown. Guess who walked in?" she answered my question with another question then adding the sound of a crappy dollar store expression of Chewbacca from star wars.

I furrow my eyebrows not in the mood for her riddles tonight, i made a yawning noise making her aware that i was intending to hang up on her.

"That mario guy from down the block"

I burst out laughing.

Mario carver lived down the block from me and renny when we were kids, horrible hairy back but he was a sweet man. Last i heard about him he won the millions and moved away.

"Hellloooo? Are you coming down?" renny asks in a frustrated tone.

"Nah. Ill pass thanks, watchin' my men" i smile to myself.

"You'll never meet them" she sings in a playful tone.

"We'll see" i challenge her before hanging up on the hoe.

I drifted comfortably back into my couch, almost to comfortably. Everything went black.
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The sound of birds chirping made my mind come back.

The coldness of the road made me open my eyes.

ROAD.

I jumped to a sitting position, legs crossed. The rising sun above the tree made me shield my eyes.

"What the fuck?" i say outloud to myself looking to my left and seeing a high fence and gate. I squint my eyes looking around for any clue where i am.

I stand to my feet, i look down at myself.

Im wearing faded black skinny jeans with holes at the knees, boots and a leather jacket.

Gun holster strapped to my right thigh and something heavy on my back, i reach my hands around to adjust whatever is there. I pull off a rifle.

"What the hell?" i examine the unusual weapon. I press my finger on the trigger ever so lightly sending bullets into the nearest object which was an old beaten down car.

"Well, i certainly dont like that" i mutter looking at the weapon laying it ever so gently onto the ground.

The dust my hands looking back at the fench and gate. Still no signs of life.

But there was sounds of something else, something that really wasn't alive.

Out stumbling from the wood line onto the road was what i knew to be a 'zombie' i soon relies, the fench and gate, the guns, THE ZOMBIE.

I, me. Emily goodwin was some how in the world of the walking dead.

"I love it" i yell picking the rifle after i said i hated it.

I pressed on the trigger rather hard sending about 10 shots here, there and everywhere. When the zombie went down with a bullet to the head, i jumped feeling rathee happy to myself. "Ohhh yeaaah, whos a badass?" i ask myself smirking.

"Um"

I turn to the sound of speaking, fearing for my life at this moment.

As i slowly turn, dragging my eyes up around the road to a set of 7 feet, i look up to their faces.

'im in the walking dead land' my brain mentally jumps with excitement.

My eyes first land on rick, then to the movements of daryl with that crossbow at the ready to shoot.

"Who are you?" rick asks cocking his head a little.

I gulp in fear at my next words.

"Im, emily goodwin"

Was all i said when i placed my rifle down, and unclipped my holster letting it land on the ground.

Rick kept his gun raised.

'what is he thinking?'