A|N: I know... i have too many stories. But I will keep up with them all! I just can't get this multiple fic's out of my head. One minute I'm really inspired for Arrows in the Darkness, then These Were Her Saints, then BRoTPW and now there's this one!
But if you ever read JoeyLee's fic "First Times" or other AU's you could see how one would get so inspired o.o !
I do reuse Alyssa and Marie from AiTD for this fic, but i've changed them up a bit for the sake of this story.
Read&Review away. Thanks guys !
BTW i Don't Own TWD.
The Day He Became A Dad.
Daryl Dixon didn't like other people. He never did. He always strayed away from large gathering and interacting with others. It just wasn't in his nature. He barely spent time with his own brother, and when he did it was usually by force. He never bothered showing his feeling to anyone either, it wasn't the Dixon thing to do. The Dixon way, as Merle called it. He shrugged off all signs of emotion and over the first thirty-seven years of his life he became a hollow man. Closing off all door to his heart and building thick walls around him. Maybe it was the way he was treated as a kid, or maybe this was God's will. Or perhaps it was fate. Daryl didn't give a damn, and just learned to except the fact that he would most likely never ever find anyone who could ever understand him.
So he definitely didn't plan to ever be a father.
Why should he of all people be someone's father? His own had made his childhood so miserable, so why would be want to go through the same thing with his own kids? He figured he'd just live alone forever. He expected and accepted it.
So when Ms. Andrea Harrison came over, he wasn't sure how to react.
He remembered the girl from high school. She was a transfer student from Florida. They had history together. He heard that after high school she went to law school and because a social worker. He never thought that she would be visiting him to tell him he was a father, and not just to one kid but two. Worst of all, they were girls.
"Ya sure they're mine?" Daryl sunk into his seat. This can't be happening.. I can't be a daddy.
"Do you remember a Vivianne DeSerrano?" Andrea slid a picture of the Spanish woman across the table to him.
Daryl took the picture and looked at it. Yup, he remember her very well. Thick thighs and a nice ass that only complemented by her best feature by far; a beautiful smile. Long brown hair and dark eyes that could stare into your eyes. She was gorgeous. How could he forget? "Yea I do. She use'ta dance at Lady's Vipers on 5th. What about her?"
"Ever had a relationship with her?" Andrea sat upright and all professional like in her chair, her hands together on the table.
Relationship with her? Daryl had never really ever been in a 'relationship' with anyone. "Eh.. If that's what ya wanna call it.." He scratched the back of his head, "She was a stripper... buncha guys probably had been wit'er."
"We're you with her in 1997? How about 2001?" She raised an eye brow as she waited for Daryl to answer his question.
Shit. He does remember seeing her then. Could these kids really be his? "Last time I saw 'er was in 2001."
"Well she wrote that they were yours in her will.." She began to say.
"Will? Ya mean she's..." Shit. That hurt him more then he thought it would.
"Yeah..." She sighed. Andrea had been friends with Vivianne back in high school. "Aids. No one knew. Not even the girls."
"Damn.." Daryl couldn't believe she was gone. It felt like yesterday it was his 21st birthday. The prettiest little doll he'd ever seen up on stage, just sitting there in awe as he watched her dance for him, and now she was dead.
"So do you you'd wanna see them? You're all they got... It's either you or they go to New York to be with their aunt." Andrea seemed to be begging him to see these girls, but there was no way he was going to see them.
Daryl sunk more into his chair and stared off into the window on his left. "Naw they've been fine without me. Don' need to go 'n bring me in their lives now. They've lived how long without a daddy? Sure they don' need one now."
"But their your kids..." He could tell she she was crushed.
Daryl got up and headed for the door, "Sorry for wastin' ya time." He slammed the door behind him and headed back to his truck. He got into the drivers seat and just sat there in the parking lot for a bit. He couldn't believe she was gone, just like that. If he had been a different man the pain in his chest could have made him cry, but he was a Dixon. So he just mumbled a curse to himself and then headed home.
Home. If that's what you wanted to call it. His 'home' was a two room trailer house he shared with his big brother. Merle was hardly there though, he was always out doing other things. Whether it was hunting or drinking or even getting high. Daryl barely saw his brother at home, so of course that meant Daryl had to pay all the bills by himself. When he got home he went to the fridge and checked inside. Only a six pack of beer, a hardly full box of cereal and an almost empty gallon of milk left to his name. Fuck I didn't wanna eat nothing anyway. He slammed the fridge close and sat on their old shitty couch. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag as he collected his thoughts.
Then the door bell rang.
The noise startled him. Who the hell was coming to visit now? Daryl got up from the couch, cigarette in hand, and headed for the door. When he looked through the peep hole he couldn't believe what he saw. A little girl with light brown hair and blues eyes standing on his porch. There was a blue bow in her hair and a backpack over her shoulder. He slowly cracked opened the door, looking down at the little girl. "Ya lost or sumthin' kid?"
"Are you Mr. Daryl Dixon?" Her childish voice was very distinct: all happy like and calm. She seemed to be excited by the way she fiddled with the string of her backpack.
"Yup. What y'want kid?" This couldn't be her. Daryl became nervous, his body tensing us as the kid smiled up at him. Damn she looks a lot like me, but Vivianne and I didn't have kids. She woulda told me... Without a word the little girl pushed her way past Daryl into his small trailer home, "The hell ya think ya doin'? This ain't yer house kid!" The little girl plopped herself onto his old ugly couch. Swinging her tiny legs that could hardly reach the floor. "Ya listenin' to me? I said this ain't ya house!"
"I know. It's too small. I'm not sure me and Lyss could fit in here with you." His words were like a knife in his stomach. This was no doubt one of Viviane's girls. By his guess the youngest. "We're gonna need a bigger house if we're gonna live with our daddy now."
"Woah kid... I'm not sure if ya heard but..." He stopped himself. In front of him sat a little girl, almost in tears, with a pair of puppy dog eyes just staring intensely at him. How could he tell her that he told the social worker hell no? He may not like people, but it didn't mean he was entirely heartless. Daryl sighed, looking at the wall. He noticed the small clock on the counter. It was only 1:45pm. "Wait a mi... ain't ya 'posed to be in school now, kid?"
She smiled at him. This kid wasn't difficult to make happy. "Okay you caught me. I left school to come visit you. Ms. Andrea had told you probably wouldn't wanna meet us yet. Lyss says you probably don't wanna be a daddy.." She jumped off the couch and walked over to the door way where Daryl had still been standing. Damn. Talk about kicking someone in the heart. This kid was trying to make him feel bad. Worst part was it was working.
"It ain't that kid. I just... I ain't ready to be daddy, ya know?" Daryl tried to explain to the girl as she walked out the door.
She turned back around before she left the porch, "Mama wasn't ready to go to heaven but it didn't stop God from taking her." Her smile was gone. Replaced by flushed cheeks and glossy, red eyes. This kid is good. Just like that Daryl felt awful. That was his blood he just turned down. His kin he just kicked out of his house. In that moment he felt like a dick. He had become his father. Before he could say something the girl hopped off his porch and ran off.
That night Daryl had work at the bar. The one place he always found his brother. It was like Merle came with full intentions of driving his crazy all night, but tonight Daryl wasn't putting up with his shit.
"Fuck off Merle." He growled as his brother laughed obnoxiously at one of his own jokes.
"What's the matter, Darylena? Got somethin' up that ass of your, boy?" He asked with that stupid cocky smile he always wore when he drank.
Daryl sighed, "Ya remember Viv?"
"Ya mean the stripper ya hooked up with for yer 21st birthday?" Merle asked as he took a swing of his beer, "That one had a great ass."
"Well apparently she also had my kid..." Daryl just blurted out the news to his brother, just figuring he was so drunk with his luck maybe he wouldn't remember this conversation come tomorrow morning.
"Wait a minute, ya mean to tell me there's a lil' Dixon that looks like yer ugly ass running around Georgia?" Merle's eyes had just about popped out of his head.
Daryl nodded as he lit himself a cigarette. "Two of 'em, actually. A sixteen year old 'n a twelve year old. Both girls." Randomly, he was upset with himself. He didn't even know their names. They were pretty much teenagers and he didn't know his own kids names.
Merle stared at him for a bit, probably trying to process what Daryl had told him. He expected for him to start laughing again. To make fun of him and call him a idiot or something. It was in Merle's nature to put his baby brother down at ever opportunity he got. Except tonight Merle had shocked him with his reply, "Well when's Uncle Merle gon' meet these Dixon kiddies of yers?"
Daryl was shocked. Suddenly he felt mad about telling the little one to scram early that day. "Ye ain't gon' meet 'em, told their social security worker forget it this mornin'. The hell I'ma do with two lil' girls?" Daryl started to do some dishes to preoccupy his mind. But then Merle's voice caught his attention.
"Didn't I teach yer ass anythin' bout kin, boy? Ya just gon' turn down yer own flesh 'n blood like that? I know ye ain't trying to be like the old man right now.." Merle was pushing his baby brothers buttons, and it was working.
"I know ya ain't tryna compare me to that asshole!" Daryl growled back in frustration, "I can't support two kids, ya fuck head, I can't barely support yer ass."
"They're yer blood, don't matter what ye think ya can or can't do. I know I didn't raise no pussy." Merle pointed his drunk finger in his brothers face, "Ya gon' call that social lady in the mornin' and tell 'er that ya wanna see them kids of yers, ye heard me Darylena?"
Shit. First that kid, now his own brother. They sure knew how to make him feel shitty. Daryl took a final puff of his cigarette and then put it out, "Fine, just get that finger outta my face... Asshole."
"I may be an asshole baby brother, but at least I act like myself and I ain't afraid to be me. Yer a daddy now, so man the hell up." Merle smug look reminded Daryl his brother was still drunk and then his brother started to laugh, losing his seriousness again.
The next morning Daryl had woken up with the intentions of call Andrea and telling her he changed his mind. Instead he sat there in front of his cell for an hour, stalling the phone call that would change his life forever. He had figured he was gonna chicken out and just say fuck it, never calling her back. Then he remembered Merle came home with him that night, and he wouldn't hear the end of it if Daryl didn't make that call.
So after collecting all his courage, Daryl finally picked up the phone and dialed the number to Andrea's office.
"Andrea? It's me... Daryl.."
A|N: Yes I know Andrea wasn't a social worker, I changed a few things to make the characters come together. Hope you enjoyed this first chapt. Reviews are loved !