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"How many Walkers have you killed?" The man asked me, staring down at me, his hand on the handle of his gun, ready to yank it from his belt and plant a bullet in my skull. Rick his name is, he's the leader apparently."Too many to remember..." I scoffed, "I don't exactly keep count." I heard a snigger from behind him. I spotted a man stood with another few people, he looked over at me with a slight smile. He was extremely rough-looking: over-grown hair falling around his face and into his eyes; dirty skin and ripped clothing, and a crossbow hanging on his back."How many people have you killed?" Rick proceeded to ask me, tightening his hold on his gun. I rolled my eyes at his defensive instinct to shoot me, holding back a chuckle as he awaited my answer."Three..." I shrugged. His eyes widened. He folded his arms, releasing his grip on his gun which allowed a sense of relief to wash over me. I shuffled on the ground, switching from seated to kneeling as he opened his mouth to speak."Why?""Anyone in this shit-heap of a world ever questioned you on who you've killed? Because I bet I know pretty damn well you're no Virgin to the odd murder or two Rick," I replied sarcastically. He didn't seem too impressed as he put his hands on his hips and gave me a stern look. A look that says he means 'business'. Does this guy think he's scaring me or something?"Just answer the question or I'll add you to the list of people I've killed...""Oh! And then I'll come back to haunt you and I'll ask you the same dumb three questions you've just asked me.""Shut up and answer me! Why did you kill three people?""Because they tried to kill me! God damn, who knew this Walker crap was making people so touchy? I think you need to calm down Sir, you might bust those veins in your neck... Are they always this prominent? Or do they only go like this when you take a shit?!"He suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder, yanking me up from the ground and throwing me towards his other group members. I crashed straight into the rough character, causing him to laugh and push me off of him as if this was a joke. The five people, including Rick, stared at me from all angles as if I was a bull in a colosseum. "What's your problem man?!" I yelled at Rick. He pulled his knife from his belt and held it up to my face. The blade looked me in the eye like I was the world's worst criminal, and I gulped at the thought of Rick using it on me."My problem..." Rick answered, "Is your attitude. Where're you from anyway? You're most certainly not from Georgia,""Boston. She's from Boston," the rough guy perked up. He placed his hands on the back of my shoulders and shook me, "Can't you tell Rick?" He laughed, patting me on the back like an animal."How'd you know?" I asked, turning to look at him with a smirk plastered on my face. He raised a brow and exhaled quickly through his nose, showing his amusement through a sniffle, "Let me guess... It's the -""Asshole attitude? The, 'I don't give a fuck'façade? Yeah... Just screams Boston," He cut me off, once again placing a hand on me, on my upper arm. He patted it, making me feel more like a canine than a human by the second, "What's your name Sunshine?""It's Y/N... And don't ever call me Sunshine again," I replied, kissing my teeth in annoyance as I turned to look at Rick, "So, am I eligible to be in your group? I can go stand over there if you need some time to confer...""Come on Rick, we need someone like her, someone who's not afraid to say what they think. Plus, looking at the state of her now, we can't let her go alone..." the rough guy said again, pointing at me. I looked down at my torn clothes, and bloody knees where my trousers had split. I had bruises all down my arms and my nails were practically black from all the dirt in them."Gee... Thanks!" I laughed, slapping him on the arm at his comment on my appearance. He looked at me and smirked, sending me a wink before grabbing Rick and the rest of their small entourage and taking them aside. I stood awkwardly, kicking at the gravel on the road as I listened to them whispering and muttering their decisions."Alright! Daryl here seems to think you're perfect for our group," Rick announced, walking over to me, "And I think we could use someone like you too...""Took you long enough to realise Rick..." I laughed. He nodded awkwardly, pressing his lips into a tight line before walking past me and towards the truck they came in."Michonne, Glenn, Maggie and myself will be riding in the truck. You'll be going with Daryl," Rick called over once again as the four of them piled into the truck, squeezing into the three seats in the front.Daryl looked over to me and smiled, beckoning me over to him and his motorcycle, "I hope you're not scared of motorcycles, because this is the only way you're getting back sweetheart," He joked, hoisting his leg over the seat."What's with you and the pet names for me?" I asked, sitting on the back of it and shuffling to get comfortable, "You don't look like the pet name type.""Oh no I'm not, I just like to wind you up..." He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled cockily, "Hold on tight, wouldn't want you to go falling off and becoming roadkill now would we?"I laughed sarcastically in response as I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on tight as he revved the bike before driving off down the road. The truck followed behind us as we sped down the road to get back to their camp. I wonder if it's just these guys or if there's more? They spoke like they were a few of many so I guess we're going somewhere filled with more people.I rested my head against Daryl's back, my ear pressed to his shoulder blade as we slowed down at a set of gates. The gate slid open and we cruised inside before coming to a stop, "Welcome to Alexandria." Daryl smiled, helping me off the bike as I scanned my eyes around the whole place. This is way bigger than I expected, this is like a whole town!"How'd you find this place?" I asked in awe, as we walked towards a house and sat on the stairs outside."Long story actually, cool place though I guess. Safe, equipped with supplies... You'll be alright here. So, how'd you end up in Georgia during all this? Usually don't see your type around here...""Well, clearly you can take the girl out of Boston but you can't take the Boston of the girl... I was out here on vacation with some friends. They roped me into some road trip style thing, we hired an RV and thought we'd tour some places we'd never been to. It was all going fine until we got to Georgia and the whole Walker thing started. I lost my friends pretty quickly, I've been alone for a while.""Must've been tough out here on your own with no company, especially as you don't know your way around properly," I felt his hand on my shoulder and I relaxed into his touch, feeling comfortable next to him, "This whole situation ain't exactly been the easiest for me either but I'm not one for sharing.""Yeah you don't seem like the sort..." I laughed, looking down and fiddling with my hands. Daryl stood up suddenly and rested against the wooden pillar beside the stairs."You know back there, Rick was gonna let you go..." He explained. I looked up at him, titling my head slightly in confusion, "So I think I deserve some thanks.""I could've coped alone. I didn't need you guys to bring me here, I would have been fine..." I shrugged, laughing along with my words."And that's why I made sure you came with us!" He pointed at me, grinning victoriously as he jumped off the decking and walked over to his bike. He took out a cloth from under the seat and wiped at the handlebars, polishing the metal, "It's your attitude, your sarcasm, your tough exterior. We could use it around here...""I'm flattered," I joked, standing up and joining him. I crouched opposite him on the ground as he carefully wiped at his motorcycle, "I guess I do owe you a thank you...""Please, don't strain yourself. A simple smile would do fine for me.""Daryl don't be an ass!""Can't help it," We both laughed as he tossed the cloth back into its compartment and stood up. He leant against the bike and I stood with my arms folded, "But you're welcome either way. Also, don't ever let anyone turn you soft... And don't lose the attitude, it's pretty darn cute."He smiled before walking off, leaving me stood in the same place, wondering what he meant by 'cute'. Looks like I've made an impact on Alexandria's tough guy...