Becoming Daryl Dixon
Daryl's mother is fifteen when she meets Will Dixon. Shirley Watkins was from a working class family, poor but respectable in the small farm town she grew up in. She had two older brothers and one younger sister. Her father worked as a farm hand on a cotton farm, her mother worked in the local shoe factory. The family lived in a house owned by the farmer, neighbors of the other farm hand families. They lived a few miles outside of town, and rode the bus to the consolidated school for the county. They attended the Baptist church in town. Her father didn't believe in drinking or smoking, the children were expected to do well in school and get jobs as soon as possible to help out at home. Shirley was put to work at ten helping clean houses in town with the other farm hands daughters. Family life was quiet and revolved around work and church. Approved activities were through the church-youth group meetings and ice cream socials, etc.
The summer before Shirley's sophomore year in high school, she meets Will Dixon. Will is not from the area, he grew up in the mountains of north Georgia. He is the youngest son of a family with a long history of moonshiners and trappers and hunters. He is the pet of his mother, who overindulges him and makes excuses to his father for his frequent bad behavior. He is twenty-two, wild-frequently getting into drunken brawls over cheating at cards or sneaking around with other men's gf or wives. He and two of his cousins are in town for a change of scenery-having all three fallen out of favor with their parents over their latest escapades. They are renting a small house on the farm over from where Shirley lives and are making a failed attempt at pretending to be farm hands for money to gamble and drink.
Will is strikingly handsome and he knows it-his looks have smoothed his way all his life. He's tall-6'0, lean and strong, with curly black hair and piercing blue eyes. He's a smooth talker, takes care to always appear clean and dressed neatly. In his short time in town he's made an impression on the looser women of the area and never lacks for female companionship when he wants it.
About a month after he arrives and settles into the farm just down the road, he spies Shirley walking into town with two of her friends one hot June afternoon. His interest perks up when he sees her-she's young, yes, but already has the curves of an older woman. He notices her long silky sandy blonde hair and her pretty smile as she chatters away with her friends. He nudges his cousin Hal who is sitting in the shade complaining about having to work in this damned heat and why can't they just go back home and apologize and go back to drinking and chasing women.
Hal breaks off and looks in the direction Will nods in, then turns and grins. "Alright now Will. Now this is what I'm talking about," Hal drawls.
Will grins back. "There's three of them. Get Ronnie and we'll borrow the truck and give these girls a ride," he smirks.
Hal immediately runs off to get Ronnie while Will sweet talks the farmers wife into lending him one of the farm trucks to run into town on errands. A few minutes later Will and his two cousins are pulling up alongside the three girls walking on the side of the road.
"Hello there young ladies," Will croons smoothly to them. His eye is centered on Shirley, and she colors and drops her eyes to the ground. "It's an awfully hot day to be walking -where are you headed and we'll give you a ride?" he continues.
One of the girls, a pretty blonde, flashes a grin and giggles. "Why we're going into town," she says teasingly.
The third girl, a quiet brunette, flashes the blonde a shocked look. "That's awful nice of you sir, but we don't know you. We can't ride anywhere with grown men we don't know," she says reproachfully.
The blonde cuts a look at the brunette. "Oh for heavens sake Debbie! They're the farm hands from the next farm over." And without a backward glance she steps toward the car eagerly.
Will frowns slightly at the sight of the girl he'd been eyeing still standing uncertainly at the side of the road. He shifts the truck into park and steps out to stride confidently toward the girl. "I promise you we mean no harm," he says soothingly. "I'm simply offering you a ride into town so you don't get overheated." And he smiles sweetly down at Shirley. He notices how short she is, he can easily see down the collar of her shirt to the soft swell of her breasts. His breath hitches and he grits his teeth, determined that somehow before the day is over he is going to see those breasts and all the rest of her as well.
Shirley glances up and he sees how close up she is just a baby really, her face just losing the soft roundness of childhood. She blinks quietly and he sees that although she too has blue eyes like him they are a paler blue than his deep blue. Wolf eyes he thinks, and wonders what they'll look like with her lying under him while he's making her squirm. He shifts uncomfortably, suddenly harder than he ever remembers being and has to restrain himself from grabbing her and hustling her off to somewhere, anywhere that he can rip her clothes off and fuck her.
Shirley looks timidly at the truck, then at the brunette at her side. Her face flushes and she realizes that this man in front of her makes her feel like she has suddenly just awoken after a long nap in the heat of the day. She feels fuzzy headed and lazy and wants nothing more than to take this man's hand and go with him anywhere he takes her.
"Thank you," she finally whispers, and Will realizes he's been holding his breath. He nods and takes her hand firmly and feels a shock of electricity shoot up his arm. He acts the gentleman and lead her to the truck and opens the door for her, hands her in and closes the door carefully behind her. As he heads to the drivers side, he hears the blonde snapping at the brunette.
"For heaven's sake, Debbie, climb in the back here and let's go. We're just getting a ride to town," she says impatiently and Debbie reluctantly clambers into the back and off they go.
Will glances over to where Shirley is sitting against the passenger door and grins. "My name's Will. Will Dixon," he says companionably.
Shirley smiles shyly back and twists her hands in her lap. "My name's Shirley Watkins," she murmurs.
"Pleased ta meet ya, Shirley Watkins," Will says cheerfully. "What were you going to town for?"
Shirley shrugs. "Nothing really. Just for something to do," she says quietly.
"Well, if there's nothing pressing you have to do would you like to go get some ice cream or something with us?" Will puts on his best innocent face.
Shirley looks askance at this, and seems to consider the offer. "That would be nice Mr. Dixon," she finally agrees.
Will laughs gleefully. He's got her in the palm of his hand, he's sure of it. He just has to make her sure of him before he can pounce. "Aw now, call me Will. I ain't much older than you girl. My daddy is Mr. Dixon."
Shirley smiles and nods and turns to look out the window. It's only a fifteen minute drive to town, they're nearly there already. She can have some ice cream with this man, and then they can go there separate ways. He really is too old for her to be with, her daddy and mama would have a fit if they saw her. All the same though, it was nice to have a handsome man take notice of her. And he has such nice manners and way of speaking. She can tell by his accent he's from up north, the mountains. That alone is exciting-he's completely different than any boy she knows around here. She'll just have some ice cream with him and then she can go home later today and think about her little adventure.
Chapter Two
Shirley cried softly, on her side, her back to Will. He sighed impatiently and sat up, running his hands roughly through his hair. "Goddammit girl, you're fifteen? And a fucking virgin?" he spat out angrily.
Shirley continued to sob and Will grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and jerked her onto her back. The light was dim in the room but he could see the swell of her breasts and the smooth plane of her stomach leading down to the sweetest, tightest pussy he'd ever had. He should've known. She had been too quick to get drunk on the little alcohol he'd slipped into her soda. Too unsure of what to do when he'd undressed her. And the little gasp of pain she'd yelped when he'd entered her-yeah he should've known but as usual he had been so eager to get what he wanted he'd ignored all the warning signs. Now he had jail bait lying beside him with blood on her thighs from where he'd popped her cherry. Crying for fuck's sake.
Blowing out an impatient sigh, Will forced himself to remain calm. "Well, crying ain't gonna fix none of this. C'mon and get dressed, gotta get you back to your family," and he stood up quickly and began dressing.
Shirley nodded miserably and began dragging her clothes on, sniffling and hiccupping occasionally.
"Goddammit stop that sniveling!" Will snapped irritably. Shirley flinched and failed to muffle the renewed sobs coming from her. Will sighed again and snapped his fingers at her. "Last time I pop a baby's cherry," he sneered. "C'mon girl, I ain't got all night. Hurry up so I can drop you off at your folks."
Shirley stumbled after him as they exited the deserted barn he'd come upon after they had left the other girls and his cousins in town. He had made arrangements with his cousins to join him in an hour or so after he left them at a place in town where they could spend the nights playing cards. The other girls were to catch a ride back home with some other friends they had run into in town. Shirley had already been half drunk by that time from the liquor he kept pouring into her soda at the movie they'd taken the girls to. Will imagined he could drop her off not far from her house and then head back to town to meet up with his cousins. By the time he had nearly kicked her out of the truck by the side of the road and headed back to town, he'd already begun to forget her.
