Welcome To The Apocalypse.(Daryl Dixon)

A Little Patch Of Heaven.

Just a heads up to the readers!

This may be a story based around The Walking Dead BUT that doesn't mean that the same events will happen in this story as it does in the show. There will be different characters in the story that didn't appear in the show AND, I may not use all the characters who did appear in the show.

Thanks for reading! XOXO -Alicia

It was a good 30 minute ride with this Daryl guy. I could usually read a person pretty well, but it was hard to do with him since he barely spoke. I think he mumbled something to me on the drive but I couldn't hear him and he wouldn't repeat it, which made me think I wasn't suppose to hear it anyways.

It was just getting light outside when we finally arrived at a large white Farmhouse. It was amazing- breath taking almost. To see such preserved beauty was not a luxury One has often these days. Like a little patch of Heaven. "Holy shit..." Daryl looked at me, almost shocked by my reaction. "What?" he asked, looking from me to the farm. "It's gorgeous." He scoffed and got off his bike. "Ain't nothing special. Just a big ugly house with a lot of land. It's too hard to keep track of if you ask me..." He walked towards the house, slinging his crossbow across his shoulders and motioned for me to follow. I mimicked his scoff and followed behind him.

As we approached the front porch, I noticed a small group of four people sitting on some plastic chairs. They were talking quietly among themselves but quickly drew their attention to Daryl and I. "Who's this?" a young boy asked Daryl. "A guest, little man." A taller man with brown hair and facial scruff answered, standing up. He looked like the young boy, I guessed he was his father. "This is Zoe. I was out hunting and ran into this her. She burned a building to the ground. When I saw the flames, I headed towards them to see what happened and saw this little charmer just staring at em'." Daryl exclaimed. "Why'd you burn the building?" the tall man, asked. I looked around at the other faces, they were all interested in my answer now. "It was my hideout. An old convenient store was what it was. I was in for the night and I fell asleep. I was startled awake by a bad dream I was havin' and..." I paused for a moment. The tall man, now stood with his fingers cross. "There was a hatch in the ceiling and walkers started coming through it. I don't know how they got in but I wasn't sticking around wasting my bullets on em' so I torched the place." I finished.

The group just stared at me for a moment, nodding. "I'm Rick." the tall man- now known has Rick said, extending a hand. I accepted his offered and shook, gripping his hand firmly. His facial expression told me he still wasn't sure of me but I'm sure he figured if I tried to pull anything- I was outnumbered. "Where you from?" Rick asked. "From a small town near Augusta. I've been slowing moving North though ever since all this crap happened." "Well, I'm going to have to talk to Hershel- he owns this farm but I'm sure he'll let you stay." Rick finished, turning to walking away. "Whoa, wait..." I looked at Daryl, he was leaning up against the side of the house now. "I really appreciate you helping me out. I'll be the first to admit, I don't think I would have gotten far on foot if you hadn't had been there but..." I looked to the rest of the group. "I don't do very well in groups, I don't too much like getting attached to people. So... with all do respect- I'm gonna have to decline your offer to stay here." I finished.

 "You can't just go out there on your own. You said yourself, you wouldn't get far on foot..." One of the other people spoke up, it was a women with a with short brown hair. "Please, my daddy will let you stay here." she stated. Okay, putting it together, I guessed she was the Hershel guys' daughter. "I can survive on my own just fine. The most talented person in the world would be an idiot to go it alone at night. I'll hunker down when it starts getting dark out. I've been on my own for almost 7 months and I've done fine." I smiled lightly and turned towards Daryl. "Thank you again." He nodded. "Good luck out there. You'll need it." he said. I rolled my eyes and walked off the porch, heading towards the woods that sat just east of the house.

I didn't get far before I heard fast footsteps behind me, I turned quickly, pointing my gun to the young boy from before. I sighed with frustration and relief. "Are you crazy, kid!?" I shouted. He flinched back a little, grinning slightly. "I'm sorry!" he said. "Don't you know I could have blown your head off!?" I asked, purposely making it sound as gruesome as I could in hopes of teaching him a lesson. My accent always seemed to get heavier if I was heated. "I said I was sorry..." Cute kid. "It's fine. I just wouldn't sneak up on anyone else, okay?" He nodded and I tapped his sheriffs hat down, so it would fall over his eyes. He grinned and quickly fixed the hat. "I insisted to the group that we ask that you at least stay one day. We can wash your clothes, feed you and let you get a decent night of sleep in a real bed." I smiled at his statement. "What's your name, little dude?" I asked. "Carl." "I'm-" "Zoe. I remember." he said, cutting me off. I smiled again. "Well, Carl... I think it's impossible for me to have a decent night of sleep these days..." he face seemed to fall a bit... "But! Clean clothes and a good meal sound nice." I said, patting his shoulder. He smiled, widely. "Well come on!" he said, heading back towards the house.

Walking back to the house, Carl talked the whole way. He seemed excited that someone new was around. I missed the way my daughter got excited. I just missed my daughter.

The sun beat down on this beautiful farm. I took in the rest of the surroundings. The pastures with a few horses in it, the barn, the woods that surrounded the whole property. I smiled, and breathed in the air. "What are you doing?" Carl asked. I chuckled. "It's been a while since I could just enjoy my surroundings without having to worry whether there are walkers around. I was just breathing in the fresh air. Haven't you done that?" He looked confused for a moment then looked around. He mimicked me and deeply inhaled the air then slowly let it out. He smiled lightly. "That's awesome." "Yeah. Yeah it is, kid." I said as we walked up the front porch.