A\N So I'm completely obsessed with the Walking Dead now, and of course, the best character, Daryl so I'm making another story! Yay! Yes, this is Caryl. I love this couple! They WILL get together.

Or I will kill someone.

The italic is Daryl's thoughts :)

Okay, here it is! Please read this and review! :D

"All right little brother, let's play a game," Daryl's head flipped up as the words barely escaped Merle's mouth. Daryl knew all too well about Merle's games. Most involved beatings, both verbal and physical, servant games and Merle's favorite, 'Closet' where he would lock Daryl in there for days on end without food, water, or any activities.

"Hey dummy," Merle laughed. He threw something at Daryl's head which knocked him forward.

"Ow…"

"Shut up, princess. I have a new game for you," Daryl looked up in horror and stared into his older brother's eyes pleadingly. "Its call 'I Am Terrible'," Daryl had an awful feeling in his stomach when Merle finished and the gleam in his eye, told Daryl this was Merle's new favorite game.

And they hadn't even played it.

"All right, get a pencil," Merle demanded. Daryl uneasily got a pencil and sat down waiting for the pain. "Now write down exactly what I say," Daryl looked hopelessly at the paper, ready to write.

What else was a nine year old supposed to do?

Daryl felt tears sting his eyes as he wrote down the cruel words that Merle had uttered. They stuck to him as he felt the tears rush down his face, feeling worse and worse.

"Now read it to yourself…go on, stupid!"

I am terrible

So, so terrible.

I am ugly.

I am stupid.

I am worthless.

I will never amount to anything.

I will never succeed at anything.

I will never have love.

I will never be loved.

I will never be married.

I will never hear 'I love you'

I am dirt.

I am disgusting.

No one will remember me.

Dad left because of me.

I am terrible.

"So, so terrible.

"You see that, little brother?" Merle tauntingly questioned with a sick smile, "That's all true. But I'm here to let you know that," Daryl stared at the paper longer, not wanting Merle to see his tears.

After all, Daryl was afraid of one thing.

Merle.

Merle made Daryl put that paper in his room every time they played 'I Am Terrible,'. Before the world ended, Daryl had 93 papers.

So maybe that was why Daryl searched so desperately for him, because he only thought Merle cared for him even though his cruelness was unbearable.

Daryl didn't know.

But as he laid on Hershel's bed, with stitches upon stitches, the words reflected in his head.

"You did more for my little girl today than her daddy ever did his whole life,"

"You're every bit as good as them. Every bit,"

It wasn't much.

It wasn't grand.

The food was good and her words stuck.

Carol thought he was good, thought he meant something, thought he was special.

That was all that mattered.