One- A bad first impression

A girl drowning in the hatred and fear this new world holds, monsters like those from her nightmares threatening her every move. Alone and lost, the way she had been for months and years.
But then she gets found by a group who have faced the horrors of the ones that eat others and the bandits and the crazy ones. And an unsuspecting redneck who becomes the one trying to protect this little girl not just from the world, but from herself...

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"But if you don't have other people why would you want to live? Why live to be alone?" Michonne seemed like she understood what I was saying. Like she had felt that before, but was trying to tempt me out of the mindset.

"Cuz livin' alone is still livin'," I shrugged and looked down at my knees.

"No it ain't. It's existin' but not livin'," Daryl briefly joined in from where he stood facing away from me in the corner.

"I would rather exist than live. No strings attached," I admitted and Daryl dropped his head down.

"I never thought I'd meet somebody more damaged than me, yet here we are," he murmured, only just audible.

"I like being damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to survive," I was proud of this statement. That I knew it mostly.

Michonne looked at me with pity, uncertain of what to say. I couldn't blame her really. She just bit her lip.

Daryl spoke for her, a quiet whisper of," I know."

And that was when I knew.

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