AN: OH god, what am i doing? I have too many works in progress. I'm a little unsure about this, so if you like let me know...I'm always more motivated when i know you guys are liking something. I'm not going to update this alot yet, Shelter is going to be wrapped up very soon, and possibly Mending Broken wings too. Once those are completed I can focus on this more. I would like to do another non AU multichapter too...but lately I have been drawing a blank on non AU unless prompted. So to explain this story the title comes from a Nirvana song (I'm a big Nirvana fan) This story starts in 2014, will flashback to 1996 for awhile then go back to 2014...few things -you know I write happy endings that`s my only guarantee. Daryl may be a little OOC in some places. It`s my story I`ll make him ooc if i want to.
I will not publish anonymous negative reviews. I accept constructive criticism only.
I know some of you are Multishippers. I`m warning you in the flashback to the 90`s there will be Beth and she will not be a good person. i`m making her bad in this one...if you don`t like that you should bow out now. No hard feelings. I`m not tagging Beth for that very reason. You`ve been warned lol
Anyway if I haven`t scared you off let me know what you think:)
I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead
CHAPTER ONE
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover ...
Have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
DUMB~ Nirvana
2014
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"Merle, your fidgeting worse than an eight year old at the dentist. Sit your ass in your chair and shut the fuck up"
Daryl sunk down in his seat as Merle continued to flirt with the women in the chair next to him, lifting his shirt up to show the women his cardiac bypass scar muttering "I showed you mine now you show me yours sugar"
"I swear to god Merle I'm gonna leave" Daryl huffed getting more and more annoyed. They were at a CPR class for heart attack survivors, a mandatory condition for Merle's release from the hospital after his recent heart attack, Merle and his closest family member had to take a two night CPR class.
"Daryl if you don't take the class, they won't discharge me tomorrow. You know that" Merle said sounding like a petulant child.
"Believe me Merle the nurses are dying to get rid of you, that right there is an empty threat. Besides why should I have to suffer because you ruined your fucking body with booze, drugs and pussy...I mean how many times have you had the clap anyway?" Daryl said emphasizing the last part so the women seated next to Merle overheard. Her eyes widened and she turned away.
"Asshole" Merle said hitting him in the gut. "Besides...what the fuck else would you be doing, sitting home all by your lonesome, fuck Daryl you need a life and you need to get laid...bad.'
"That fucking does it I am out of here" Daryl said standing up to leave. Just then the door opened and a figure obviously the instructor tried to make it through the door balancing a pile of CPR, dummies in her arms. Daryl couldn't see her face but the first thing he noticed was her legs. Fuck she had great legs he thought as he sat down. there was something familiar about them.
Some kiss ass from the first row jumped up to help her and he heard her voice "Thank you" the voice said floating up from behind the pile of dummies. That voice, that sweet voice, he would never forget it, but it couldn't be her. Without realizing he was doing so he leaned forward as kiss ass grabbed CPR dummies one by one putting them on the table. She turned and he saw her. He could never forget that face, those eyes, they widened in surprise when she recognized him. It was Carol...his first love, fuck the love of his life, he's let her go eighteen years ago and it was the biggest mistake of his life.
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1996
He was utterly and completely obsessed with a girl who didn't even know his name.
Daryl watched her from across the school yard. She sat on a bench under a tree completely oblivious to the kids surrounding her. Smiling down in to that damn book she was sketching in. He was both jealous of that book and so curious about it`s contents he'd contemplated stealing it a time or two.
He knew her name; Carol Ford, but everyone called her the indie chick. She had one friend that he knew of...a girl name Andrea, and she seemed content with that. Most of the school seemed to keep their distance for different reasons.
Daryl had been watching her for three years, unsure what it was about her that attracted his attention. She was beautiful, sure, she had intense crystal clear blue eyes, and red curls that he wanted to run his hands through, and fuck her tits had kept him awake at night...But it was more than that.
She kept herself apart from everyone but Andrea, but she was still so fucking nice. She had a smile and a kind word for everyone who spoke to her whether it was the least popular or most popular kid in their school.
But then, the most popular kid in their school had never spoken to her because that was him. She occupied his thoughts, his fantasies, hell if she was in the same room he couldn't take his eyes off of her, but he hadn't spoken to her once in three years.
The guys at school had noticed her, fuck who wouldn't? They called her indie because she was just that independent, care free. She wasn't trying to look like Mariah Carey like the rest of the girls, but her wild hair reminded him of just that. She dressed the way she wanted, and didn't care if others disliked it. He groaned as she leaned forward a little. She was wearing a sleeveless plaid dress that hugged tight on her boobs then flared out right below them. He'd seen the deep v of her fucking cleavage that she was showing off this morning as he'd walked past her in the hall way and had almost face planted into an open locker.
And as usually she had on those boots, those fucking boots were part of his wet dreams. The docs with the buckles all the way up to the side. She must love them, she wore them every day.
He'd never once approached her but there was something about her that fascinated him, and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed like she'd overcome a shitty upbringing. Her father died when she was five and her mother had become a bad alcoholic. There was gossip in town that her mother had been abusive and raging drunk.
She had an older brother,Abraham, he was 13 years older then Carol. He'd come to visit unexpectantly one night and found Carol badly injured from a beating when she was only 12 years old. Her mother and her mother's boyfriend unconscious in the next room. He'd called the cops, the next week Abe had been awarded custody of his little sister, and testified against his mother he'd never looked back when Carol's mon went to jail.
Abe Ford was a mechanic in town, big and loud he loved his little sister fiercely and Daryl had heard he was overprotective to the point of obsessiveness.
Daryl had eaten up any gossip or story about Carol, filling it away as every thing he learned made him like her even more, but he still never spoke to her.
She was everything he wasn't, where she had overcome a shitty start to life and wasn't ashamed of her past, he kept his shithole of a home life as secretive as possible. The only one who knew the truth was his best friend Rick, who as a freshman convinced him to go out for football.
He'd never played other than fooling around with Rick and Merle, his brother. But he'd had a natural talent and it got him noticed, Rick too. It was a good way to explain the bruises.
Rick had been his best friend all his life so he knew the truth, about his Dad. After his mom died,his dad had spiraled downward. He became a drunk, and a mean one at that. Taking his rage out on him and Merle, but then Merle left, leaving him alone.
His dad had been apathetic about football at first,but had come to realize the perks that having the star quarter back as a child ,gave him in town. It helped a little, the beatings became less frequent, his old man was scared of interrupting the gravy train.
Daryl wanted a scholarship so bad he could taste it, he wanted away from his dad, from this town forever. He would run and never come back.
He was quiet at school, letting Rick do the talking but tried to maintain the perfect image. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect girlfriend...Beth, he hated her more and more every day, he loathed her superficiality, she was a spoiled brat. A junior, the only reason he stayed with her was she fit the image that he was trying to project, and her Dad had connections. She was the perfect girlfriend but not the perfect girl.
Carol was perfect in his eyes but didn't fit in to what he wanted. Her brother Abe's motorcycle garage was filled with loud guys, who had questionable pasts at best, hell half of them where Merle's friends.
Carol deserved better than him, someone who would treat her well, and not be scared of who he really was. Fuck if he already had his scholarship, maybe he would take a chance on talking to her, putting himself out there. But the year was only beginning, and if he didn't get his biology grade up he wouldn't be playing football at all. Mr, Horvath had pulled him aside this morning to tell him he was being assigned a student tutor, and to meet them in the the library for the first time tomorrow morning.
No Carol deserved better then him,but he been quietly stamping down any interest in her that was openly displayed by any guy at their school. Most of them had realized it was not worth his anger and stayed away from her.
"Stop staring at her stalker"
He was jolted out of his thoughts by Rick sitting down next to him. School was out for the day, he usually waited and caught a ride home with Rick. Rick knew about his fascination with Carol. He missed no chance to tease him about it, but kept it too himself for the most part.
He watched as Carol turned sideways on the bench and crossed her legs out in front of her, leaning back against the tree.
Her face, when she was sketching in that book, he dreamed about her staring at him like that. What he wouldn't give to see what was in that book.
He watched as she perked up at the sound of an approaching motorcycle. She grabbed her things, her dress fluttering around her legs. She waved at her brother and rolled her eyes when he plopped a helmet down over head. Fuck she was adorable he thought as they drove off.
"How are you going to stand it next year, when your at a different schools...who will you obsessively stare at then?" Rick asked with a grin
"Fuck off" he said punching him lightly in the shoulder.
Rick laughed then pulled something from his backpack. "Mr. Horvath asked me to give you this...said it was the info on your tutor."
He grabbed the envelop opening it and let it drop to the ground. That had to be a mistake, ...Carol couldn't be his tutor. Rick grabbed the note and laughed "well looks like your finally gonna have to talk to her. ..."
an: FYI- this story will be set in 1996 until I mark the return to 2014
