Daryl Dixon's sister (TWD fan fic)

Stayin alive

*Lilly's pov*

"Sometimes i feel I've go to, run away, I've got to, get away, from the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we shared, seems to go nowhere......" I threw my alarm clock across the room hitting my brothers wall to wake him up.I could hear movement on the other side. I got up and put my Blood On The Dance Floor shirt on with my ripped jeans and black combat boots. I walked out to see Daryl in his leather jacket and black pants and boots."Stop throwin' your shit." He said aggravated. Yep thats my brother Daryl.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked past him. Merle was down stairs eaten an apple."Hey sis." He said."Dads taken us huntin'." Daryl told us while gettin' his crossbow. I ran upstairs and got my bow and arrows and got ready. I was always excited to go huntin' but our dad isn't the best dad in the world.

*skipping to the huntin' scene.*

We had made it to our favorite place to hunt and dad,Merle, Daryl and I split up. Daryl and I were huntin' together since i cant be on my own since i was "to young". Daryl spotted a deer and said I could get it.I aimed and was ready to shoot it when we heard a scream and shooting. We ran and bumped into Merle along the way so we were all runnin'. We got to the scene and saw dad fighting off something. People? No. Things. These things weren't people anymore. Some of them had one arm, barley a face, or one eye. We shot an shot but there were to many.Dad got bit and died. "Daddy!"I screamed. I felt tears come to my eyes but I pushed them away. Daryl and Merle taught me to be strong. Merle, Daryl and I ran. We ran to the little shack and closed and barricaded the door. So far we are stayin' alive.

We gathered all the materials, like drink and food. I gathered my huntin' knife, my pistol, my bow, I put my arrows in my bag. I put on my special boots and grabbed my tennis shoes and also put those in my bag. Daryl got his stuff that he needed and Merle got his hammer, machine gun and a knife. I told them to wait here while I went through the back door to go get gas for our truck. I snuck by the biters. I made a name for 'em. I ran down the dirt road when I got in site and found gas, drinks, food, an my favorite, a gun. I got my walkie talkie out and told them to get in the truck, I'm on my way.

I ran towards my exit when I saw one facing the other way. I grabbed my knife and turned it around and stabbed it in the eye. I ran towards the car dodging the biters and jumped in. I sat in the back thinking of rules for the apocalypse. Rule number one; Run. Rule number two; only use a gun for emergencies. Rule number three; Aim for head. Rule number four; stay quite. Rule number five; stay out of sight. Rule number six; stay alive. Rule number seven; Don't trust people you don't know. I'll make up more along the way.

*3 months later.*

Everyone we know is dead. We might be the last survivors. A while back we past a liven person but Merle didn't stop. The guy was screamin' and hollerin' none stop. By the time we got back he was dead. We picked up his orange bag tho. " What we gonna do?" Daryl asked Merle. "Keep goin'" I said. "We need to find a camp." Daryl argued. "Why?! So we can all die?" I yelled. "Daryl she's got a point." Merle said. "Fine do whatever the hell ya want." Daryl said lookin' out the window. We saw a store on the side of the rode and we stopped. "I'll go in. Daryl stay outside to keep watch. Merle go in with me." I said. I had to take someone 'cause they'd argue with me. Merle and I walked in. I knocked stuff over to see if there were any biters. We only had one and I killed it.

We walked around to make sure when we herd somthin'. I walked towards the noise and saw........

*Theres the first chapter so i hope u like it! I absolutely love TWD!*