Learning to Love Dixon

by hblankenship

Beth and Daryl are on the run after the fall of the prison. This story picks up exactly from where they run away, and how they cope with life and each other. The story is a whole lot better than the summary, I promise! A big thanks to Robert Kirkman and his wonderful comics! Disclaimer: I, in no way, own these lovely characters and ideas.

1. Chapter 1

Smoke was bellowing through the air. You could hear walkers from as far away as a mile. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I was running, as far away from that prison as possible. I thought we had it good at the prison, that we were done moving, settled. It was finally starting to feel like home, and the Governor had to destroy it all. My life, my daddy, my friends, everything was taken from me in an instant, and without a care.

Daryl and I had been running for what seemed like hours when I finally collapsed. The weight of the world had finally got to me. I felt as if I did on the farm, whenever Momma was killed. I couldn't bear losing people, but I knew I had to be strong. Daddy said we all had jobs, and mine was to stay strong. I know that people are gonna die, that's just the type of world we live in now. But I didn't expect that people could be that horrid.

Daryl said that moving was best, atleast until nightfall. I'm glad that I escaped with someone who is capable of being strong. Someone who can stand on their own, but has too much of a heart just to be alone.

We set up camp in the woods. I wanted to thank him for being with me, but he just sat idly, not saying a word.

Everyone thinks that I am incapable. That I am weak. I'm just some stupid teenage girl that cannot manage on my own. I try my hardest to be Godly, I want to give everyone a fair chance. That's kinda hard when people destroy your whole life without warning. But here's the thing, there are good people everywhere, you just don't know it yet.

I had decided that I wanted to get flat out drunk. It was forbidden in my house after Daddy had quit his bad drinking. I've just had so much going on, I need to forget. It's time to move on.

"Daryl. I need a drink."

He looked at me like everyone else did. That I didn't know what I was talking about. But for one thing, I was certain that I wanted to get sloppy drunk and forget the pain for a while.

"I'm eighteen now, Daryl. I'm not a child! You don't need to look after me! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!"

After not receiving an answer, I decided just to leave. It's not like he cared about my well-being anyways.