A/N: I know I started another story; this is my idea for a sister of Daryl story. Once again I love to hear what you guys think, ideas and suggestions welcomed. Review! I didn't think I would be one of those writers but I would like to get reviews to see how you guys are liking (or not liking =/) the stories.
Some people are just made for certain things. You can sometimes tell just by looking at a person what their made for and what they can handle. When it comes to a zombie apocalypse that statement can't be true for a lot of people but the Dixon's aren't a lot of people. First there was Merle. The oldest Dixon. Merle was stubborn, rude a tad racist and let's not forget a druggie. Next was Daryl. Daryl was known for just following around Merle. He wasn't as racist usually just did or said things if Merle was in the picture. He was quiet and usually deep in thought. Daryl was not a druggie like his brother but would always stick up for and protect his older sibling. The last Dixon the lone girl was Riley or "Rye" as her brothers would call her. Riley could hold her own among her brothers. She was just as tough, strong willed and stubborn as the other two. Like all the Dixon children they knew how to survive from early on, much in part to their father who was a raging drunk. Merle and Daryl were what you would call over protective of their sister. Riley was the one that had it the worst when it came to their "old man". Their mother died during childbirth with Riley and her father blamed her for the lost of his wife. If her older brothers were around they would do whatever possible to help lessen the wrath that Riley would have to endear. Though the reasons behind being tough, strong and able to survive were less then desirable the Dixons were able to maintain their lives because of it. Each member of the Dixon clang were taught how to use a variety of different weapons thanks to the lessons received by their grandfather. Merles go to was usually a gun, while the younger ones gravitated to the crossbow. They were all acquaint hunters and had no problem 'living off the land'. When the dead started to walk the Earth, the siblings all took off together; each with the ingrain sense that they would be okay. They had their weapons and each other. When all is said and done though the saying "safety in numbers" always rings true, which is how the Dixon's found themselves located in the Georgia forest and were actually part of a group.