Survival of the fittest (A One Direction,TWD, and TVD zombie apocalypse story)

Daryl Dixon, Redneck, Sexy Mofo, Badass, Baby Namer.

Previously in Survival of the Fittest:

Lia's POV:

  I sigh in relief. See this is why you don't separate from the tribrid! Then, I remember that when I went exploring earlier, I remembered hearing extra heartbeats. I could hear them now loudly combined with Rick, Daryl, Maggie, T-Dog, Glenn, and Hershel's faint one. I see shadows in front of me rise and I turn as Daryl grabs his crossbow, "Duck!" He tells Rick and points it towards the 5 figures that stood behind a wired gate staring at us in horror. Daryl who mistakes them for walkers is about to shoot them but I stop him. One of the figures finally speaks, "Holy shit!" Great, more food. ;) 

Daryl Dixon's (Crossbow man's) POV:

  The names Daryl. Daryl Dixon. I was born and raised in a shitty redneck life in a shitty town couple hours from here. I lived with my drunk abusive father who used to whip me and my druggie older brother Merle, also a dick. My mom died in a house fire. Merle, tired of this lifestyle just got up and left one day with his druggie buddies, leaving me to stay with our dick of a father. Our father's long dead now and Merle finally came back so me and him could take on this walker-ridden world together. We were in a camp with Lori, Carl, T-Dog, Carol and many others. Back then, Shane was in charge. Then Rick came along. You see, Merle went on a supply run with T-Dog, Andrea and a couple others. When they finally came back, everyone including Rick, minus Merle arrived. Rick turned out to be Lori's husband and Carl's father. Bad luck for Shane.

  Oh well, its not like I cared about this group anyway. As soon as Merle got back, we were planning on robbing all of them, too bad he never did. Apparently, my brother did what he did best (be a dick) which caused Rick to handcuff him to the roof of a building and T-Dog dropped the key down a drain. When they all came back, I made them go back with me to rescue Merle, but all we found was a bloody hand. Merle has cut off his own hand and he even stole our truck which we came there with. That was then, now Shane's gone and Rick's in charge.  I don't know where my brother is or if he is even alive, Rick has taken on the role of my brother now. This group has grown on me, I'll do whatever it takes for them to be safe. I'm pretty bad-ass just so you know. Now we're all at some prison living along side a beautiful woman. I'll admit, I was kind of a dick to her, but now I realize she ain't that bad. She's actually pretty darn hot, even if she is some kind of supernatural shit. She's part of the group now, I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. But first, a recap on what's been going on round here:

  After Lia chopped of Hershel's leg, we found 5 prisoners hiding out in the cafeteria. They had absolutely no idea what was going on in the world cause they've been locked in there since the outbreak went down. The leader of their group was a shit head. He wanted Rick gone. He killed one of his own guys and then tried to kill Rick twice. First, by swinging his knife way too close to Rick. After seeing that Rick had dodged out of the way, he threw a walker right on top of him. I shot an arrow with my crossbow at the walker and helped Rick up. After disposing of all the walkers, the dude tried to come up with an excuse for trying to off Rick. "It was coming at me bro." he had said. "Yeah, I get it......Shit happens." Rick replied. He looks at Lia whose been watching from the shadows. "He's all yours." We all watched as Lia made the prisoner her snack. One of the other prisoners tried to hit her with a bat, but Rick chased him away. We were planning to kill the last two prisoners, Oscar and Axel, but Lia convinced us not to after seeing that they really weren't on the other guys' sides and wanted to be on ours. Now, well we ain't friends, but we ain't killing eachother no more. Hershel's better now, we found him a pair of crutches to hop around on.

  On a supply run that Lia and I went on, we found a little 17 year old girl named Zara. She was on her own, bruised, battered, and abused and frightened to death by me. Lia coaxed her out and convinced her that I wasn't a bad guy. We got her talking a bit and learned how she was in a group with her cousin named Tom something and how whenever her cousin's back was turned, the other members of the group used her like a little toy. Such assholes. Her cousin finally found out what had been happening and tried to stop it, making her run away and leave him behind. She's been hiding in the little cottage we found her in since. We took her back to the prison and introduced her to the group. She was a little intimidated by everyone, but she's slowly getting out of her funk and in the hang of things. She's even a pretty good shot when holding a gun. Probably imagining her targets as those men that hurt her. Carol has taken on the role as her mother and her and Beth have become like sisters seeing as their both the same age. Lia and I've been going on some supply runs together too. We've gotten closer now. Well, we've gotten closer after our massive loss that we endured last week. 

  Last week, apparently that prisoner that Rick chased out was still alive and lured a bunch of walkers right into our prison. Rick and I found that son of a bitch and Oscar killed him, but we got separated from the rest of the group which turned into tragedy. T-Dog got mauled and killed by a bunch of walkers while trying to get Carol to safety. Carol's gone missing, no idea what's happened to her, leaving Zara pretty devastated. Maggie, Lori and Carl were together. Lori had to give birth, but had some complications so she made Maggie cut her open to deliver the baby. Lori died and Carl put her down so she wouldn't wake up a walker. Poor kid. Lia was with me and Rick, so she couldn't have helped them. After learning of Lori's death, Rick went off his rocker and was a total wacko. Lia has been weirdly avoiding the baby, I don't know why. Now it's up to me and Lia to try and get some baby formula for the baby. Seems like the perfect time to ask. Time for a supply run! 

Lia's POV: 

  Daryl and I are currently riding on his motorcyle to find some baby supplies for Rick's daughter. My hands are wrapped around his waist as we ride. He's been pretty nice these past couple of days, but I can tell that he's confused as to why I always leave the room whenever someone brings that baby near. I know I can trust him, but still, I haven't spoken about my past to anyone since Esther. Perhaps I will tell him. I'm still battling with my thoughts when I realize that we have come to a stop outside a home that's filled with toys in the front yard. I jump off after realizing that my arms were still wrapped around his waist. Thank God I'm a tribrid, otherwise he would have seen my red face. Daryl arms himself with his crossbow and I with my two fighting swords after I tell him that there's some kind of noise inside the house. Its a good thing the owners of the house are dead because usually, a vampire needs to be invited in to a house by the owner. Seeing as nothing stopped me, I can assume that the owner is dead. I can smell baby formula nearby. I stop when I realize that the baby formula is inside a closet that has a tiny hearbeat coming from it. I really hope it isn't another baby.

  We throw open the closet doors and find...a possum hissing and baring its teeth at us. I roll my eyes as Daryl shoots it with his crossbow and puts it into his bag. I grab the boxes of baby formula we find and diapers and put them in my pack. Daryl and I both work together, picking up random baby products. "Uhh, baby intense moisture cream or baby lotion?" He mutters to himself. "Lotion." I respond without thinking, "It lasts longer and feels better for the baby too." I close my mouth abruptly. He turns towards me. "How did ye know that?" I scramble for an excuse, "Uh..hello? Like 500 years old remember? You learn a thing or two within that time." "Bout babies?" Daryl questions. "Yup. You know, I think we've gotten everything from here, we should get back now." I say, trying to change the subject. He nods reluctantly and we hop back on his bike and ride off. 

  "Lia, whats wrong." He asks, breaking the silence that occurred between us. "Do ye not like babies or something?" "What no! Of course I like babies! Who doesn't?" "Then why do ye always look like ye have seen a ghost or somethin every time you see the baby?" He presses. "I-I, just drop it Daryl." I stutter. "I promise I'll tell you, but not yet." "Well, alright then, but ye know ye can tell me anything right? I ain't gonna judge or leave ye." "I know, just not now." "Alright." We ride the rest of the way in silence. I lean forward and rest my cheek against his shoulder. We finally make it to the prison, Thank God, I could hear the baby crying from a mile away, but that's because of my supernatural hearing. We enter the prison and I give my and Daryl's packs full of baby supplies to Hershel and make some baby formula and give it to Beth. Daryl comes in and takes the crying baby from Carl's arms. I turn to see this complete bad ass of a man holding a small baby and shushing her and cooing at her.

  The sight is breathtaking and brings a smile to my face. He takes the baby bottle and starts feeding her. He smiles seeing that she accepts the milk and starts drinking. He looks up at me and smiles. I smile back and can't help but think what an amazing father we would be; if only I would have met him 500 years ago, NO! These memories should be forgotten, all they do is cause pain. I'm torn out of my thoughts when Daryl speaks. "She got a name yet?" He asks Carl. Carl shakes his head no and starts reciting the names of all our fallen friends whose name could fit the baby, the last name being Lori. The mood turns depressing immediately. Daryl, looking to change it looks back at the baby feeding. "Yeah, you like that?" He asks softly, "Lil' Ass Kicker? Right? What, am I right?" He says smiling at all of us making us laugh. "Lil Ass Kicker, You like that huh? You like that sweetheart?" He coos at the baby. I turn away from the group and wipe away at tears I didn't realize were falling down my face, tears for a reasons that only a mother like I used to be would truly understand.