Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead. If I did, things would have gone much, much differently. I'm looking at you Andrea! Why are you still alive?!

The woods were quiet. Too quiet. Daryl was straining his ears to catch the sound of animals but they had all gone silent and that worried him. He adjusted his grip on his crossbow and swept his eyes across his surroundings. Something was out there.

A twig snapped behind him and he pivoted instantly, crossbow at the ready. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the woman in front of him. She stared back at him, her own compound bow aimed at him. That fact alone did not bode well for her.

"You bit?" he asked, not hesitating to get to the point.

She rolled her eyes. "Do I look bit to you?" she snapped in a tinkling voice that made Daryl's eye twitch. "Are you bit?"

Daryl responded with a single shake of his head. He looked her over, carefully scrutinizing. She was tall with long, silky black hair that hung to her waist. The woman's tan skin was clear and had almost a glow to it. She showed off her lean figure with cut-off daisy dukes and a tight black tank-top. Over all, she was an exceptionally attractive woman. Her green eyes sparkled in the sun as she eyed him for a moment and slowly lowered her bow.

She cocked her hip and placed a hand on it. "Well ain't ya gonna tell me yer name?" Her southern accent was horribly exaggerated as if she were trying to imitate it. This just made Daryl all the more wary.

"Ladies first," he grunted. Behind her he could see a shadow among the trees slowly approaching but he purposely ignored it.

The woman huffed and flipped her black hair. "The name's Taylor. You're the first person I seen that's normal. I been livin' alone in these woods since the outbreak." She flipped her hair again with pride. "Mah Daddy taught me everything there is to know about trackin' and huntin' and survivin'."

"Fascinating," Daryl commented dryly. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the shadowy figure get closer to Taylor.

Taking his response as an invitation to continue, her full pink lips twitched into a smirk. "He taught me to kick some ass and never take anyone's shit. And I'm the best damn shot in Georgia with this here bow."

Daryl rolled his eyes. He'd heard more than enough. He pulled the trigger and a bolt buried itself in her pretty little face. "Shut up," he muttered as she fell to the ground, dead.

As he pulled the bolt from her head, Rick emerged from the shadows. He looked forlornly down at the dead girl. "I was holding out hope she'd be normal," he sighed.

Daryl grunted. "Ain't too many normal women left. Not since the Walkers evolved into... this," he gestured towards the dead Mary-Sue with his bolt. "Just be glad it wasn't a Gary this time."

They began to trek back to camp and Rick couldn't help but shudder. "Yeah," he agreed. "Gary's are harder to spot than Mary's." He cut a look at Daryl. "How could you be sure about that one?"

With a raised brow Daryl gave Rick a look. "Fuckin' apocalypse. No one's that clean or survives being that stupid." He paused a moment before giving Rick a rare smirk. "Guess now it's a Sue-ocalypse."

A/N: This is a fun little thing I came up with while reading stories from other fandoms which are plagued by Mary-Sue's. Don't get me wrong, I love a good canon/OC romance as much as the next gal but the keyword there is "good". I can't tell you how many times I've been lured in by a decent summary only to have my stomach churn in horror by the end of the third paragraph. So I figured, if you can't beat them, join them! And then let Daryl slaughter them all! Mwhahahah- *cough cough* Ahem! Ah, excuse me. Damn cold. Hope you enjoyed it! More to come soon!