Story Description: Alison and Daryl grew up together, though she was a smart girl and had everything a girl could want, but her world was far from perfect just like his. They met in the backwoods one day, bonding instantly the pair stuck together though the days and the idea of marriage came into the question but then Merle stepped in and ruined it all. Something happened and Alison told Daryl that it was either her or his brother and he picked his brother. Hurt by his choice, Alison left and a few days later the world went into Chaos. She didn't find out until three months into the chaos of the new world that she was pregnant and it shattered her. Can they fix their relationship and heal the bond they had before or will they be forever torn apart?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the walking dead, which means no characters, no story line, no nothing that is part of the original comic or tv show. The only thing that is mine is some of the plot line of this story, my character Alison, Indus and a couple of the horses that are a product of my head. Don't steal!

Also all chapters of this story will be named after songs that give me muse, so please look them up on youtube or where ever you'd like!

Everything had gone to hell about three years ago and she never though she would regret the last words she had ever spoken to him. It was impossible to tell if he was even still alive, but she had better things to live for. They had spent most of their life together in the back country of Northern Georgia, at least when she wasn't in school or busy at a show. Alison's thoughts where always drifting to the past when she had nothing to focus on and today was one of those days.

The rain was coming down hard and it made it virtually impossible to do anything, though she had planned to spend most of the day out hunting for food. Sometimes she brought food back and sometimes the only thing she brought back with her was a clear mind and a desire to work harder than the day before. A sigh escaped from her as she shifted though the feed store in the barn, they where starting to run low and she didn't know where they would get more. They would need to go on another run soon, but until she could find the time to speak to 'King Ezekiel'.

Closing the feed store, she locked the door and tucked away the key and looked at the hungry faces that where hanging their heads over the door. "Sorry guys, no treats tonight. But soon, I promise." she spoke as she walked by them, giving them a run on their faces as she passed down the barn isles. Reaching the stairs to the loft, she stopped to look around once again before hearing her own stomach growl. "If you guys don't eat, I shouldn't either." she spoke quietly, knowing that they wouldn't understand but at least it made her feel better. Walking up the stairs, she hit the door to her room and retreated inside.

Once the door was closed, she walked across the room to the crib and stared at the sleeping toddler. He was a mess of shaggy light blond hair, but he was at least resting peacefully after a week of teething. But the sound of shouts shook her from her thoughts as she headed back down to see what was going on. "Alison! Alison we need your help!" a man yelled from the entrance of the stable. She recognized him as Benjamin, a solider who was pretty much useless in her mind. He was getting better under the watchful eye of Morgan, but she had more than enough of him when he worked for her. "What happened now?" she asked as she came down the stairs.

By the time she reached the landing she could see an unfamiliar shape leading in one of the older, seasoned horses who looked like he had been in a fight with Shiva. "What the hell happened to him?" she asked as she took the reins from the stranger and patted the gelding on his nose. None of the marks on the horse looked good and she knew that this was going to be serious. "We where out and I don't know, I panicked and ..." Benjamin spoke as he started to trail off, knowing that this would not set well with her. "Where's Boston?" she asked, her attention turning from the blood bay gelding before her as she looked around for the second horse that had gone out. The stranger spoke out, his voice rough but familiar to her. "He's okay, Morgans got him."

She let out a huff and hooked the gelding up to the cross tie, moving to take off the saddle so she could get a look at the marks on him. "Will he be okay?" Benjamin asked as he stroked the geldings bloody face. A grumble escaped her as she cast her steel glare to him, "Just take care of Boston and i'll handle Max. " she spoke as she let the saddle slump to the ground. "What the hell happened out there?" she asked as she moved to the trunk across from her. She rustled around in the trunk, grabbing a few supplies from within and taking a bucket from inside. "The kid doesn't have any brains at all, he should have been dead." the stranger spoke. She noticed his eyes on her, watching her work to see what was a wound vs what was a wound. "But I bet your ass that Max stepped in and saved his skinny ass." she spoke angrily. The whole reason she had sent him out with Max is because the gelding knew how to deal with the walkers and he was a fierce fighter. "Never seen a horse do that before. " the stranger mumbled, petting the geldings face.

The sound of hooves made her head turned as she looked towards Benjamin and Boston. She shook her head as she finished up with the gelding before her. A couple of stitches here and there and the gelding would be good as new. By the time she was done completely the only one left in the stable was the stranger who stayed to watch her work. "Never caught your name?" she spoke as she lead the gelding into the stall and looked up. Green met blue and neither of them knew quite what to say, until the stranger choked out a reply. "Alison?" he asked and by that time tears where starting to trail down her face as she took a step backwards from him. "Daryl ?" she spoke, her words where cracked in broken like this was just a bad dream.

Daryl closed the distance between them but he was met with some resistance from Alison as she shook her head. "I told you I never wanted to see you again Daryl Dixon and I meant it." she spoke, the hurt in her voice was more than evident. The past was slamming into her like a brick wall as she started to cry. "Alison..." Daryl spoke, more at a loss as to what to do. Their separation four years ago seemed like a century ago to him, but he noticed by the pain in her eyes that it was still fresh. He held out his hand to her and she couldn't bring her self to move closer to him, she wanted to lock herself in her room but he blocked her only escape path. Tears flowed freely from her face now and her breathing became erratic as she tried control herself but this was just too much. Even though she wanted him to go away, he only stepped closer as he wrapped his arms around her. She shuttered and her cries soon quieted down, but she didn't want to leave his arms. The sound of crying echoed in the stable, causing Daryl to jump and Alison to jerk away from him. She shoved past him and flew up the stairs before he could catch up to her. "Alison, wait!" he yelled as he followed her up the stairs and stopped at the door. He could hear her mumbled voice as she seemed to soothe the crying child that caused their reunion to end. "Just go away Daryl." she spoke as she stood near the door. It was a few minutes before she heard the sound of his feet going down the stairs and she sat down on the bed feeling utterly spent in a whole new way. That night she would cry herself to sleep while looking at a scrap book of the past, going down memory lane until she passed out. She never though she would see him again, never though that her son would get the chance to meet his father in this messed up world.

This is my first fanfiction in a while and it's been on my mind for a while, I hope that you guys like it. Please feel free to send me your feedback or any ideas you might have as the story progresses!