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
"Is that a damn dog?" Merle asked
Daryl, who had paused to light a smoke stopped, just before the lighter touched the cigarette. Looking towards the house he sees the familiar white and black speckled fur, stained with red.
"Son of bitch." He hisses, the lighter and cigarette hitting the ground as he raced to the house.
Merle was confused but was fast on his brother's heels, they bust into the house and found it was quiet besides the sound of dishes clattering in the sink and water swishing.
They share a look before entering the kitchen, there they spot their sister. Y/n stood at the sink with her back to them, washing dishes as their father sat at the table eating and drinking.
Merle stayed in the doorway of the kitchen, watching his younger siblings as Daryl approached their sister like she was a spooked fawn.
Daryl kept his voice gentle as he spoke "The hell happened?"
She didn't face him, didn't make a sound, but he noticed how she scrubbed harder at the pan, chipping some of the coating.
"I shot that damn dog."
Daryl faced his father, anger settling in his gaze "What?"
For those who don't like using their own names or saying Yn, I refer to her as Aspen
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