Today had started like any other day. I woke up around ten thirty this morning with my best friend, Mr. Hangover. Normally when people first wake up, they go take a piss. I, however, quickly pop three asprins in my mouth. Washing it down with my last swig of Jack Daniels. Probably shouldn't have drank last night when I knew I had to be at work by eleven. Oh well.

Luckily for me, getting dressed didn't take too long. After hopping out of the shower and pressing the towel to my hair so that it was damp and not soaking wet, I quickly scrunched it with some mousse. Clipping a black bow in so that it was a half up hair-do. That's my quick solution to a 'classy' hair style. I thought the matte black bow really complimented my dark brown hair, but maybe that's just me.

While still naked, I add a bit of eye makeup. Just enough to help my hazel eyes pop a little and also hide my visible hangover. Putting on my under garments and then shoving my legs into dark blue jeans all while brushing my teeth was kinda tricky, but I managed. I grabbed my black, v-neck shirt off the bed and climbed into it. Trying my best to keep it from smashing my hair. Grabbed my small purse and slipped on black flip-flops as I rushed out the door.

I somehow made it to work five minutes early so I was able to avoid another lecture from my boss, Jacob. He's cool and all, but sometimes I just feel like punching him in the throat and telling him to shut the hell up. Oh and if you're wondering where I work, it's a movie store. We're kinda like Family Video, but not as popular. This is a small town in the back woods of Georgia, most of the stores here are small family owned businesses.

It's already four o' clock and I get off at five, so as you can imagine I've been counting down the minutes. It's been pretty slow today, which is just fine by me. I was in the process of adding all of the returned dvds into the computer when I heard the bell ring, letting me know that a costumer has come in. I didn't even bother to look up or greet them, that is, until I realized who it was.

"'Ay! That you Daryl?!"

One of my customers that was browsing through the new release section greeted the redneck twenty-five year old. Daryl smirked at the other man. "'Ay, what's up Joe?"

Joe came up and patted him on the shoulder. "Aw, not shit. Pickin' up some stupid ass chick flick fer my ol' lady." Daryl went to go chuckle at him, but Joe moved in a little closer and lowered his voice some, making the redneck's expression more serious. "Ya know if yer brother's home? Just got my check yesterday."

Dayrl seemed a little annoyed with that question but decided to asnwer it friendly anyway. "Yeah man, Merle should be there. Just look for his bike in the driveway."

Joe smiled at that. "Cool, I'll check ya later then. Thanks man." He walked off and went back to the new releases.

I smirk and went back to the computer, pretending that I had no idea he was here. I could literally feel him approach me though. I hated the fact that every time this boy came around, I got nervous. "Don't know why ya look so concentrated Kels, ya know yer ass ain't doin' shit."

I gave him an annoyed look as my eyes landed on his blue ones. I couldn't help but smile at him. "First of all, my name is Kelsi. Ya can't read the name tag?" I asked him as I leaned over the desk and pointed at the name tag that read; Kelsi James in black letters. That only caused him to stare at my cleavage though.

I smiled and went back to typing in the entries as he huffed. "Whatever. What time you get off?"

I sighed. "Daryl Dixon, you come in here everyday just ta bug me. You don't even rent a movie. I mean seriously, if yer that bored sweet heart, then go look at the comedy section or somethin'."

He let out a 'hmph', which was his way of laughing at me. At this point I just stopped what I was doing and rested my arms on the desk, giving him my full attention. He smiled at me and raised an eyebrow. Damn, no matter how rough he looks with his dirty shirt that has the sleeves ripped off, or his raggidy jeans with a big hole on the knee and a red bandanna hanging from his butt pocket, this man is still so attractive to me. "Alright," my eyes left his muscular biceps and raced back up to his eyes as he regained my attention. "guess I can rent a movie while I'm here. What do ya suggest I watch, Kelsi James?" He said my name with a smartass tone.

I reached into the box of the return movies and pulled one out, tossing it to him. "Here ya go Daryl, now go home. It's on me."

He twirled it in his hands so he could read the title and see the cover, giving it a weird look as he read it out loud. "Zombie Apocalypse?"

I leaned over and gave him a little flick to the forehead. "Yeah, it's a horror movie. One of my favorites actually so ya better bring it back in one piece."

He gave his forehead a quick rub and looked at me like I was a little crazy. "Psh, course it's one of yer favorites. Must be why it looks dumb as hell."

I sent him a playful glare. "Oh shut up and just go watch it. Ya can't judge somethin' before ya even try it at least once."

He looked me up and down before responding. "Yeah, there's somethin' I wanna try at least once alright."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Go home Daryl. Come back tomorrow and tell me what ya thought about it."

He reached over the desk and flicked my forehead while chuckling. "Fine woman." As he went to the door and opened it, he let out a "Later sexy!" and then left me here to fight off the cheesy smile on my face.

"Is this all for you?" I asked her with a fake smile.

"Yes dear, thank you. Oh...and I'm sorry for asking so many questions earlier. Sometimes I get a little confused."

I acted out a giggle. "Oh not to worry. That's what I'm here for." I typed in the movie title and its price popped up. "That's a dollar twenty five for three nights."

She placed her old large purse onto the desk, creating a thump from the weight of it. As she dug out her wallet and began counting change, I heard a gruff, angry voice yell, "Here!" at the same time a movie case came flying at me.

To say the least it scared the shit out of me so I accidentally screamed, "What the hell?!" as I fumbled with the movie in my hands before finally getting a grip on it. Can't believe I was actually able to catch it. I looked up and saw the elderly church goers face, she was shocked from both my colorful choice of words as well as the flying horror movie. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bowing."

She quickly shoved the money into my hand, grabbed her movie and purse, then huffed out the door. Mrs. Bowing is an older woman in her seventies that comes in here once a week to rent a Christian movie. She was my first costumer in the past two hours. I sighed while putting the money in the drawer, that's when I saw what time it was. Four o' clock on the dot. After shutting the drawer, I looked up and locked eyes with blue ones. "Really? Ya had ta throw it at me?" He just let out a chuckle while I whispered "Asshole." After I was able to calm my nerves a little, I finally asked, "So, what ya think about it?"

He scoffed, "Tch, that movie was dumb as hell, jus' like I said it would be. Some horror movie, it wasn't even scary."

I laughed at him, "Oh whatever Daryl. You know ya pissed yourself watchin' it. 'Sides, it shoulda scared you."

I placed the movie into the return box as he asked, "Yeah, and why's that?"

I leaned on my elbows over the desk as I pondered that question for a moment. "Well...maybe 'cause it could really happen one day."

He looked at me like I was stupid. "Ya tryna tell me you really believe in that shit?"

I thought about it for a moment before I realized that the way he asked that pissed me off a little. "Oh, so you believe in the Chupacabra, but ya don't think that one day the dead could come back and walk the earth?"

His eyes narrowed. "I know what I saw girl, but I ain't never seen a dead man try ta naw my ears off. And you gotta be pretty damn stupid to believe in it."

"Stupid huh? Doncha know that anything's possible? I mean, everyone freaked out when we first ran inta aids. And now we got ebola. How do ya know that we won't ever run inta some kinda disease that could make us rotting cannibals?"

He smirked at me, showing me his surprisingly white teeth. "Ya know what I think? I think ya lost some of yer brain cells from all that whiskey."

I glared at him. "Yer jus' mad cause ya know that if it ever really did happened, I would survive way longer then you would."

He smiled at that. "Whatever. Do ya even know how ta hunt? Track?-"

"I know how ta hunt and track Dixon."

"Okay, what 'bout weapons? Ya know how ta shoot?"

I leaned in a little closer and smiled at him. "I know how ta fire off a shotgun. Would you like for me to demonstrate it to ya? Maybe I could use that big head'a yers as a target. Or I could aim a little lower, go for the other head."

He scoffed again. "A shotgun, really? According ta that movie, those things are attracted ta noise. Me and my crossbow would last a lot longer then you and a loud ass shotgun."

I stood up straighter while saying, "Go fuck yerself Daryl."

He chuckled at me. "You can go a round on me any time ya want KJ, but first...you and I got some business ta take care of. Yer gonna come ta my house everyday after work so's I can train ya."

My eyebrow raised at that. "Train me? The hell you talkin' 'bout?"

"The crossbow is mine, but I'm gonna show ya how to shoot a bow 'n arrow. You really think the dead could come back? Then you and me are gonna prepare for it."

This time it was my turn to scoff at him. "Are you bein' serious? Or are ya jus' fuckin' with me?"

He smirked at that. It was a cocky expression that angered and turned me on at the same time. "I'm dead serious. I got a bow and a few arrows. We can go in the woods and set up some targets. Once ya get the hang of it, I'll take ya huntin' with me. You say you can track and hunt, but I bet ya can't skin yer prize, or know how ta cook it."

I stepped back and rubbed my face a little from the aggravation. Part of me wants to tell him no and to go home, but the other part of me thinks this might be fun. I don't know if I believe that the dead can really come back to life, but I do believe that one day we'll go through something equally catastrophic. It wouldn't hurt to learn how to fend for myself out in the wild, and what better teacher then Daryl Dixon?

The only real problem I have with this, is his brother. Merle scares the shit out of me. He's hateful, rude and rough. Not to mention an alcoholic, druggie asshole. On top of that, every time that sicko sees me he hits on me. Like full force and says nasty sexual things to me. I mean, Daryl can flirt with me a little raunchy sometimes too, but he's playful about it. I'm not saying Merle's some kind of rapist, but I definitely don't trust him around me.

I've known the Dixon brothers for about two years now, never really having any type of personal conversation though. I've accepted that I have a bit of a crush on Daryl, so maybe this will be good. Hanging out with him and hopefully getting to know him a bit better. There's just one thing I needed to clear up in order for me to agree with this. "What about Merle? No offense, but I don't really wanna be around him."

He didn't seem very surprised or offended by my concern. "Merle ain't gonna bother us. We'll jus' keep what we're doin' quite for now. It ain't nobody's business any-damn-way. So you in or what?"

I let out a sigh and decided to put my trust in the younger Dixon. "Fine, but yer ass is pickin' me up from work everyday at five. And there better not be any funny business while we're out in them woods. I ain't afraid to pepper spray yer ass."

He let out a chuckle. "Alright, I'll be seein' you tomorrow then, so be ready. I ain't gonna go easy on ya jus' cause yer a chick either."