The Little Things

by Draio

Little Carol Peletier moves into a new town and doesn't like it like her parents said she would. Then she meets the angry,damaged boy next door and things change. The other kids warn her to stay away from the infamous Daryl Dixon,but will that stop her? AU No Zombies. Young Caryl. Other group members may make an appearance later.

1. Chapter 1

My first Caryl fic,and I really wanted to mix it up.

This is about Daryl and Carol and what would've happened if they met as children. May add some other group members later. AU,no zombies.

This chapter will be extremely short,just a sort of prologue.

Don't know how long this'll be. Plan on making only three parts,but we'll see.

Enjoy :)

(Disclaimer- I don't own TWD or its characters)

Carol' s POV

Seven-year-old Carol Peletier looked up at her new home,a small house in a small town in the backwoods of Georgia. The movers brought boxes in the house from the moving truck behind her,her parents chatting with the new neighbors across the street.

Carol's long auburn braid swayed gently in the fall breeze,the afternoon Sun providing a nice warmth for the windy day. At least the weather is nice, Carol thought glumly. She didn't like that they had moved. She liked her old house,her old school,her old town. She didn't want everything to change,but it did anyway.

"Carol!"

The little girl turned to her mother who was waving her over. The couple chatting with her parents smiled down at her as she stood next to her mother,making the little girl cower behind her mother's skirt. She didn't like attention,especially from strangers.

"This is our daughter,Carol," her mother informed the couple.

"Nice to meet you,Carol.I'm Margaret,this is my husband,Bill." The woman says,her smile warm.

Carol only nods. She notices from the corner of her eye a little boy poking his head out from behind his curtain in the house across the street,the one next to hers.

She sees only a head of messy dark hair before he retreats from the window.

Carol tugs at her mother's skirt gently,pointing at the little boys house. "Who lives there ,mommy?"

The woman,Margaret,makes a disgusted face,her nose scrunched in distaste.

"Oh dear,don't ever get mixed with the Dixon's. Their a nasty bunch of people that stomp around town thinking their better than everyone else. But really,their just redneck trash."

Carol looked back at the little boys house and saw him peeking back at her. Was he really as bad as that woman said he was?

Little did Carol know that that was the first of many questions she'll have of Daryl Dixon.