Hello everyone! This is my first Caryl fic so be gentle! I'm writing it as an AU because I want them to meet before the apocalypse. I want to watch them struggle for a relationship like every other couple. Of course it's not going to happen right away and I'm only posting this little bit on here so far so that I can see if anyone will even read it! If I get reviews asking for more or even positive feedback I'll post more! I've been struggling writers block for the last 4 years so this is the first thing I've written in quite a while.
Reviews are pretty much begged for at this point.
[The first encounter]
Daryl Dixon was not a man of much class, not that anyone expected him to be. He was expected to be just like Merle and their father. So when he dropped out of high school it was no big shock. What was a shock was when he moved away from home and the abuse that came with it. He moved into Atlanta, a small one bedroom apartment to call his own. His neighbours were alright. Except for the asshole upstairs. Daryl had to listen to some asshole beating his wife all day. At first it didn't bother him, hearing it reminded him of home and it made the first few nights sleeping easier. But a few weeks in he'd grown tired of it.
On a Saturday when he was taking his garbage out, he stepped into the elevator and inside was a beautiful women. Except she had bruises and cuts on her face, a long sleeved wool sweater to hide the rest. There was no doubt this was the women who lived above him. Behind her there was a small movement and he noticed the presence of a small child. She looked scared of him but she held her strong glare, like she was protecting her mother. "Morning..." he said as he pushed the ground floor button.
"Morning.." She replied, mumbling softly and not making eye contact. She looked like a scared mouse and Daryl almost scoffed. But that wouldn't do anything but push her deeper into her shell. He hated when his father would beat his mother, he hated when any man laid a hand on a women, he didn't believe in that. He wanted to help this women but he was a coward. Every time he'd ever tried to stand for something he was knocked down 10 pegs lower. But his pa wasn't here. Merle wasn't here...What was stopping him was his own fears. He looked back down at the little girl and couldn't help but wonder if she was being touched or beaten as well. But before he could let his thoughts could get the better of him the elevator stopped and they all got out, Daryl going one was and the women and her daughter the other.
His first encounter with the women forgotten by the time he reached his apartment again.
