After the fall of the Greene farm, the group traveled from house to house for the entirety of the winter.
One house in particular stands out to the group, something about the dead walkers full of unsuspecting weapons surrounding the lone house, the line of cans along the perimeter, and it being the only standing house compared to the rest on the street, hadn't seemed to scare off the group just yet. But maybe the lone woman and her dog inside the house, might.
Natalia Moore, a strikingly beautiful 26 year old woman has been surviving the outbreak by herself for a long time, she liked it that way, she felt safe that way, she only needed that way, when three men of polor opposite backgrounds, break into her home, for shelter, with the rest of their group, she's awaiting them with a gun, aimed at the scary looking one, the man with dark hair and blue eyes, a crossbow in hand, an arrow pointing between her own eyes.
Just like the show and comics: there will be triggering themes that some readers may not appreciate, you have been warned.
MATURE CONTENT
this is a fanfic, so if something is different in the show, cry? i'm following the timeline but some times may be altered for plot value of my oc x
Y/N had never stayed in one place for long, Her life after the world fell apart had been a constant cycle of survival-keep moving, stay quiet, trust no one. But arriving in Alexandria was different. It was a chance to stop running, to rebuild some semblance of a life, even if the walls felt too pristine, too safe.
She didn't expect to catch the attention of Daryl Dixon-the man who seemed just as wary of newcomers as she was of this place. He was rough around the edges, with sharp eyes that missed nothing and a quiet intensity that made people tread carefully around him. At first, their interactions were brief-gruff nods, silent observations. But there was something about Y/N, something in the way she carried herself, that made him pause. She wasn't like the others. She didn't try too hard to fit in, didn't sugarcoat the realities of the world outside these walls.
Daryl saw the way she scanned the exits, how she positioned herself in a room to always have a quick way out. He understood it-hell, he lived it. Maybe that was why he found himself drawn to her, watching over her in ways she didn't even realize. And maybe, just maybe, Y/N wasn't as alone as she thought she was anymore