AN: This is a new Walking Dead story. It is a AU with OC'S I own NOTHING BESIDES DASHA and PLOT, Ellie belongs to a friend of mine, the Walking Dead belongs to original owners, face claims belong to the people they are, I am just borrowing. I MAKE NO PROFIT, NOR WILL I EVER, THIS IS MERELY FOR MY AMUSEMENT This story will contain adult situations LATER ON. I hope you like it, comment, idea's, suggestions, questions, ect. ect. feel free to ask me via inbox or comment section. Flames will be used to light my cancer sticks x3 This story is also on a few other sight's as well. I am using google translate, so if words are spelled wrong. I will put a little * at the end of story for translations

The sun was slowly beginning to set, painting the sky in soft blue's, pale pink's and lavender purples. The scent of honey suckle was thick in the air as the summer cindica's began to sing their nightly song. A couple of beach towels were laid out on the grass under a large tree, a tire swing hung to it with enough rope so that it could get a good run on it before swinging into the dirty water of the lake a few feet away from the dry area. It was like a post card of somewhere country, where the days were just a little longer, the tea just a little sweeter, and people were just a little bit happier for a while.

"Your daddy don't like me."

"He doesn't like anyone."

Brown eyes slid down to look at the soft figure laying against his chest, fingers teasing wet strands of dark hair and a slow smile curved his lips at his companion. Blue green eyes taking on a twinkle in the sunset, black bikini top and a pair of jean shorts that should probably be illegal and would have her daddy chopping Daryl into mince meat for whatever his wife put in the meatloaf.

"Wish he did, make it a lot easier to see 'ya. Swear one of these days he's gonna catch me sneaking out of ya window and lay into me."

A laugh was muffled into his wet chest making Daryl scowl, but he couldn't find it in himself to be to angry. Not when he got the girl beside him to laugh since at school and every where else, she was so closed off, an so cold that he swore when he first saw her if she touched him he would fucking freeze from the inside out. So seeing her laughing and relaxing beside him, it meant that he was doing something right, even if it came at the threat of her father finding them.

"He doesn't move that fast anymore, you can out run him, though seeing you hopping on one foot to put boxers on was funny."

"He nearly caught me that night if your mama hadn't come in yellin for him."

Another laugh was all that he got out of the woman as she snuggled closer to his chest, taking in the scent of motorcycle oil, AXE body spray, and honey suckle and something else that was simply put, Daryl Dixon. She felt his arm around her waist and she smiled faintly, relaxing into the feeling of the pads of wet fingers tracing her hip and up her ribs.

"Ya lyublyu tebya Deril Dikson, tak mnogo." *

The words were whispered into his skin, bearly auidable oer the fact that she was talking into his skin. She knew she loved Daryl, she had since their first date, it had been her first time on a motorcycle, and by the time they got to the movies, she had broken at least three nails from clinging to his jacket since she had swore that she would probably fall and die.

Daryl had laughed and asked "Don't they got motorcycle's in Russia?"

Dasha hadn't found it near as funny since when she climbed off of the bike she was shaking and swore that she had swallowed her heart a few times when it had decided to relocate itself to her throat.

"I love ya too Dasha."

Stillness followed the confession, Daryl was relaxing into the silence eyes closing, still tracing unknown patterns on his girlfriends skin. He had noticed that she had stilled but he had been with her enough to know that he didn't need to rush her, she sometimes needed a few minuet's to gather her thoughts, get it together before she spoke. Daryl knew because he was the same way, wasn't good with emotions and all that crap, he was better with actions, what was the saying actions spoke louder than words? some shit like that.

"Y-you understood?

Dasha hadn't intended on him understanding her since she had spoke in Russian, it had been on purpose, she wasn't ready to speak in English with him. But he had surprised her, and though it was a surprise, it made it easier all the same.

"Yeah, I was tired of hearing you bitching at me in a language I didn't understand."

At least that was the man's answer, but if he was being honest, Daryl learned for Dasha. He thought that it would surprise her if he learned Russian for her. Merle had told him that it was a woman thing to do, learning some shit for a woman just to get some nookie, but Daryl didn't listen to Merle, if he did, well he'd probably have a baby and child support to deal with along with being in and out of jail, at least that was what Merle was known for. But Daryl wanted to be different, he wanted to be someone, someone for Dasha to be proud to be with.

Brown eyes met blue and a silent understanding was passed between them. They didn't need the extra talking, the confession was all the two of them needed. They laid back into the towels letting the calmness sweep over them again until the stars began to come out and the sun waned into the moon.

"I should get ya back home baby."

"No, stay here, with you."

Dasha was content in the mans embrace, content to block out the world and the knowledge that she would have to go home soon, make up a story about where she had been and why she came home in wet clothes and probably missed her curfew. She didn't want to deal with that, but at the poke to her side she jumped and glared.

"Come on, I don't want to take you back either, but your 'ol man will have my head if I don't take ya back."

A few more minuets and a half heated argument later, Dasha and Daryl were packing up their towels and everything else they brought before they were back on the male's bike and it was roaring back to life and they took off, back down the country road and towards the paved roads of the little town, making the lights of quite houses turn on and no doubt waking the elderly, but Dasha didn't care. Flying down the street, listening to the roar of the engine and the feeling of the wind flying through her hair, it made dealing with her parents over protectiveness worth it.

Daryl smiled as he heard Dasha laughing behind him, her hands wrapped around his waist, soft fingers tracing the thin hairs in his stomach, never wandering further since they were on the bike and neither relished the thought of a crash. So he just smiled and laughed himself, pushing the bike to go faster, laughing along with her. Only stopping when they pulled up to the little one story house with the white picket fence lining the house with the living room light on and the shadowed figure of a couple sitting behind the curtains. Daryl idled the engine and sighed, he always hated this part.

"Well I better go inside."

Dasha hated leaving as much as Daryl did, it was hard enough being with Daryl when it came to her father, he didn't like him, so he made it hard for them to be together, and made sure that their time together was limited. So as she climbed off the back of the bike, she sighed resting her forehead on his shoulder, taking in the lingering few minuet's of peace she had with Daryl.

"Run away with me."

Before he could fully weigh what he was thinking, Daryl had spit the words out and was now looking at the dark haired woman with a sly grin on his lips. "We can run away together, your daddy will never catch us, we can start a life together, me an you." The more he talked the more Daryl realized that it was what he wanted, a life with her, they could take the bike and go. His brother didn't need him and his old man was drunk nine times out of ten anyway.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes!"

In moment's the bike was on it's kickstand and Daryl had his arms wrapped around the woman's back as he spun her while her legs were kicked up, her arms around his neck, laughing and kissing his cheek. She believed him, they would make it, they could run away together. They would start a life all their own and leave those who didn't believe they could in the dust.

When she pulled away, her lips met his in a kiss that held promise, a promise that they would make it. She smiled when he pulled away, the promise of meeting the next night at their secret spot, he would be waiting and they would go. She had walked into the house on cloud nine, hardly acknowledging her parents and simply walking, though she swore she was 'floating' into her room. She was happy, she knew that tomorrow night, she and Daryl would be on the run, free to be themselves and with each other, away from the judgment.

Daryl was feeling the same way that night when he parked his bike infront of the trailer that he called home, the sound of his old man drinking in the house, beer bottles clanking together, and the game shows on the tv could be heard, it was loud and annoying. The other sounds of the trailer park could be heard. Screaming kids, barking dogs, he could even hear Merle fucking someone outside of the trailer, Daryl though just walked into the house wincing at the sound of the belch.

"Boy."

"Sir."

That was all Daryl said to his father, and walked back into his room, tomorrow night...he just had to wait till tomorrow. He would have Dasha and they would start a life together. Though his life changed that night, his older brother walked in his room that night, sporting a nice black eye and a busted lip and the smell of liquor clinging to him like a wet blanket.

"Daryl, we're going."

"Going?"

"Yeah, tomorrow night, gonna loose the trailer to back rent, pop's don't give two shit's bout either of us."

"Merle, I can't I got-"

"You got what baby brother? somethin more important than family?"

"It ain't like that Merle, me an Dahsa-"

The snort that Merle let out was all Daryl needed to hear. His brother hadn't approved of him and Dasha together after he first met her, saying how she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, her daddy would never let Daryl near her.

"Tomorrow baby brother, we're all each other got, we're blood."

The closing of the rickety door was all Daryl needed to hear knowing that his brother had walked out. But Merle had made his point, the words had struck Daryl deep, he had always known that he and Dasha were from different worlds, Merle was right, her daddy hated Daryl with passion, and really what could Daryl offer Dasha besides what he had now? a rickety trailer? living on state assistance while he worked a two bit job somewhere and her tied to him, wondering if she made a mistake?

"Son of a bitch Merle!"

Daryl scrubbed his hands over his face and fell back on the cheap hand-me-down mattress from somewhere, it had fucking cigarette burns in the side and was lumpy. He had never been to worried about it, never given two shits about what people thought about him, but what Merle said to him...son of a fucking bitch Merle.

It wasn't uncommon to have rain in the summer. Today was no different, it was warm but it was pouring rain, it was nice though, and Dasha was smiling as she stood at the little hill where she and Daryl had planned to meet. It was a little ways outside of town, not so far out that it would be a long walk, but it was far enough out that the bike wouldn't cause attention. Dasha smiled as she held onto her backpack, she had just brought enough of her clothes and money to get them through to the next town or where ever they were going. They were going to make it work, they were going to be happy.

The roar of the bike caused Dasha to grin, hoisting her backpack onto her shoulder and take a few steps towards the sound, her boots taking her down the uneven grassy hill. She saw the bike stop, signature aviators on Daryl's face, she smiled, not even noticing that another roaring bike was close, she was to excited. But when the bike didn't stop fully, he didn't cut the engine, she paused, that... was odd, she figured that he would of stopped first.

"Daryl?"

She was sure he heard her, at least she wanted to believe it. He stopped, looked at her through the mirrored lenses on his face before he revved the engine on his bike again, and was gone. The speed making the rain on the paved road splash out like the Red Sea when Moses parted the sea for safe crossing. Dasha was shocked... she didn't even see Merle's bike following Daryl's, all she saw was her first love ridding off without her. The thunder cracked in the distance and something in Dasha cracked as well, she turned, wet hair whipping around with her as she turned to walk back towards town. Each step she took caused that something in her to crack more, and by the time she was home, she was soaking wet, tears streaming down her face and a bitter taste in the back of her throat.

"Baby, your all wet, what happened?"

"Fucking Daryl Dixon."

Her mother paused looking up from the needle point she was doing and looked at her daughter fully, taking in the soaking wet clothes, the back pack and sighed a knowing sigh, but before she could say anything to comfort her child, Dasha was running to her room and slammed the door behind her.

The loss, the rejection, the hurt... it all bubbled up and left Dasha feeling one thing, bitter.