So I'm back! Too bad it's another show I'mwriting about :( If you're one of my normal readers I hope you'll enjoy still! If you're new, I'm new to the Walking Dead series. I absolutely fell in love with Daryl he's amazing! So I wrote him some love! Hope ya'll enjoy! Hope you review.

Disclaimer: AMC owns TWD. I own the Marcens.

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Daryl poked at the fire near his tent, alone in the dark. The rest of the group were eating chicken for dinner, and he was by himself eating some squirrel. He had pulled himself away from the group. He missed his old life. Back before the walkers took over the world, when life was better.

He had put all of his effort and time the past few days into finding Sophia. He needed to find the little girl. The hope that he could contribute so much to the group was enough to keep him going, and it was all shot to hell the second the lifeless corpse of that little girl stepped out of Hershel's barn. Now, he pushed himself away. Nothing mattered. He didn't matter.

"No," she cried, hurrying up the hill and towards the cabin. Daryl let out a laugh, shaking his head as he followed the 23 year old up the hill, his crossbow swinging around his back.

"Oh come on!" Daryl laughed, wiping the deer blood from his hands onto the bottom of his beater. "It's like eating a cow! It tastes good!"

"No!" she shouted turning around. He watched her wipe a tear from her face and shook her head. "What if there's a baby deer by himself? You just killed his Momma, Daryl."

Daryl let out a laugh. "Them deer don't need no Momma to live. He'll be fine. Till next year when I skin his ass." He let out a laugh and glanced towards the deer he dragged up.

"Daryl," she whined. "I mean it." She bit her lip and crossed her elbows. "I don't eat none of the deer Daddy brings home. I aint eating this one."

"Why? She didn't suffer. It aint like them huge warehouses where they torture the cows. She aint feel nuthin. I swear."

"I don't care," she shook her head. "Didn't you ever watch Bambi?"

"Yeah?"

"So then how could you! Bambi cried when his mommy was killed! How could you?"

Daryl shook his head. "Fine then. Don't eat any. More for me."

"Bet you want that deer meat now," Daryl let out a chuckle in delight as he pushed his fire around with a stick. "I sure as hell do." It had been the first of many times spent with Cali Marcens. And he enjoyed every second with her. Their relationship had grown and though Daryl had always been too big of a pussy to make any moves, Cali knew he was falling in love with her. It was too bad the world went to shit. For all he knew she was dead, or walking around with only one thing on her mind. Eating humans. He shivered at the thought of someone so beautiful turning into something so ugly. Especially Cali.

Carol stumbled towards his tent a friendly smile on her face. "Daryl. You wanna sit with us by the fire?"

"Leave me be," Daryl growled, shaking his head.

"Daryl. Don't do this to yourself. We need you in the group. You need us."

"Bitch, leave me be!" He screamed, throwing the stick he'd been using to pry his fire.

Part of him wanted to look for his long lost friend. Charnet was just 50 miles away from here. The town where he grew up was just a few towns away, and he prayed that even though Merle said Cali was leaving with her boyfriend, that she was still on her farm. He wished he could take another horse out. He could get to Charnet in as little as four hours with a strong horse, but he was banned from the horses. And he didn't really feel up to it at the moment. Not after taking an arrow to the side and a bullet graze to the head.

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Cali Marcens crawled out of the minivan, her pistol secured on her hip, an axel in her left hand. She thanked her father for teaching her how to hunt everyday since the overturn of the undeads walking the street. She knew how to shoot down a squirrel for food and how to stab one of those creatures in the head in order to survive.

Her sister had kept watch of the van while she hunted for food, and screamed if she saw an undead. That's all a 9 months pregnant girl could really do as the world fell apart around her. Cali took care of them. But as time grew close to her sister's labor, she knew they would be screwed. Courtney would be in pain when her baby came into the world. She would scream for hours, attracting the monsters to their site. When the baby got hungry or needed a diaper change there wasn't a doubt in her mind he would scream. It was a death trap to keep the two around. But she couldn't bring herself to leave.

Trevor Marcens stuck his head out of the van, watching his youngest daughter. "Where in the hell you think yer goin'?"

"We need food," Cali explained. "The cars were left up about 4 miles. I'll go raid some stuff. Maybe I can find some medicine. I'll defiantly find food. Maybe some more weapons. You stay with her. I'll be back."

"I'll go with you."

"No!" Cali shouted. "You haven't drank anything in two days. You don't have the energy."

"Fine," he whispered.

The lie she just told was a huge one considering she was really headed for the woods. She was really going to find the owner of the crazy horse that she'd seen running without a rider. She knew there was something out past the woods. But she also know it would probably take her the day to get to the end.

"Damn," she mumbled hurrying off. "Days like these I wish I had Daryl. Hell. Even Merle would do," she whispered to herself, shaking her head. She needed to find a vehicle that could take her through the woods, or at least find the edge of it before it got to dark.

Damn, wish I let that son of a bitch teach me how to use a bow," she mumbled. "Could at least be eatin' some squirrel right now."

Cali let out a sigh as she followed Daryl Dixon out of her father's bar. She'd started working there the day she turned 21, the tips though rare, were good. Every once and a while she would get assholes like Merle Dixon who wouldn't tip. But for the most part the tips were good. Daryl had grown found of the brunette, though he swore he would never admit it. He was too shy. And even if he wasn't, Cali Marcens was way out of his league. She'd never go for a guy like him. Especially when she had a boyfriend as good looking as the one she did.

"Daryl," she called after him. "Get back inside."

"Why?" Daryl growled. "So I can watch that asshole grab you like that some more? How can you let him hurt you like that?"

Cali rolled her eyes. "D. Please. Come inside."

"No," Daryl growled, pushing himself into her body, his face inches from her. "I aint gone watch you get hurt no more! And I aint bout to go to jail killin' that son' bitch! You aint worth that much for me."

Cali bit the bottom of her lip. "Please. I'm scared without you here. You know that."

Daryl let out a low hiss, shaking his head, but hurried back into the bar. His boots scuffed the floor as he headed back to the stool he was sitting at before. He slumped onto the stool with a loud grunt. "Get me another beer if yer gonna keep me here."

Cali nodded her head, a smile on her face.

"Son of a bitch," she grumbled. "Where the hell is he when you need him? Nowhere. That's where he his. Fuck you, Daryl. Fuck you. Merle's beat ass. Fuck him too." Cali shook her head as she headed straight along the creek, pulling her sleeves off her shirt and ripping them to use them as marks along the trees. She was sure if she left marks she could find her way back if she happened to get lost.

It didn't stop her from talking to herself. "Damn Daryl. Wish you made a move on me, you pussy. Wish you did." Cali shook her head. "Wish you could be here to show me how ta get through these damn fuckin' woods at least."

The sound of a twig snapping caused Cali to turn to look behind her. She let out a sigh when she saw one of the creatures heading towards her. "Aw shit," she sighed, pulling her ax above her head and walked towards the creature. "How you doing shit head?" she asked. "How you doing, Daryl Dixon." She slammed the ax down on his head as hard as she could, blood spattering every where, a grin on her face. She seemed to have a more successful kill rate whenever she pretended those douche bags were Daryl. With each hit it made her less upset with him leaving her. She glanced at the sky and let out a sigh. The sun wasn't in her eyes anymore, which meant it was getting too dark. She had to go back if she was going to make it before night. The good news was when she started her trip tomorrow she could follow her trail of cloth, and it would make it a hell of a lot quicker.

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"Daddy?" she called, running towards the site. "Daddy?"

"The baby's here," he called, standing up from the side of the van. "I found a jug of water. I gave most of it to Courtney. She's weak. I don't think she'll make it much longer. Which means the baby won't. We need to start moving."

Cali nodded her head. "I'm working my way to finding the edge of the woods. I'm certain there's someone out there, Daddy."

Trevor nodded his head. "Let's hope we make it through the night without getting attacked."

"I have an idea," Cali admitted, dropping the ax. I think we should push the van back towards the high way. There'll be a herd of 'em coming through more likely. But we can swap vehicles. As long as the baby doesn't scream when they're walking by we'll be fine. They wont smell us in the cars."

Trevor nodded his head. "Do you think Courtney will be up for it?"

"Does it matter Dad? Does it matter? We have to do it."

Cali climbed into the back of the van and smiled at her sleeping sister and nephew. "Damn baby. She's cute. Too bad she's a trouble. Hopefully Momma can keep you calm while we stay the night."

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Rick headed towards the barn were they kept Randall. He was ready to set the son of a bitch loose, 18 miles out. But first, he had to make sure Hershel thought he was. For now, he decided he should take a plate out to him and let him eat. He opened the door to the barn and smiled at the boy handcuffed to a pole that supported the hayloft. Usually Daryl fed him, but today Rick decided he would. Daryl's tactic of beating the shit out of the kid hadn't seemed to work. So he decided he should try a nice way of getting the information they needed from him.

Carol watched Daryl from the picnic table across the way. Daryl sat outside of his tent, a rag over his shoulder, cross bow in his lap, and a knife and a stick in his hands. Since he lost his last arrows he'd been at hard work making new arrows that would be durable to withstand a Geek's brain.

She'd been grateful to him for all the effort he put into finding her baby girl, and she was also angry that he could pull himself from the group so easily. She needed him and he wouldn't come around. He was back to his old ways, living on his own. She was sure he didn't understand what he was doing. How could he? He didn't care about anything but himself at the moment.

Daryl sat at the edge of the back of his blue pick up, a grin on his face as his legs swung back and forth, never meeting the ground. Cali was headed straight for him, and he couldn't help but smile. They'd been hanging out more than usual and he was happy about that. The woman made him happy. Made him feel like he actually had some sort of family with her, even if they weren't blood.

"Daryl," Cali called hurrying towards him.

"Yes?" Daryl grinned watching her charge at him like a bull heading for the red flag being thrown at his face. "What's up?" The smile wiped from his face when he realied she was concerned.

"Apollo is missing," she sighed. "Could you help me?"

"How'd he go missin'?" Daryl asked, jumping off the back of his truck.

"I got sick of riding the road into town so I took the woods. He saw a snake. He spooked."

Daryl glared at her. "Are you stupid? Yer Daddy told you to stay outta them woods!"

"I know," she cried. "I don't care 'bout you or him yellin' at me! I just want my pony back!" she leaned into Daryl and stared into his blueish-hael eyes. "Please. I don't want him to die."

"He's a horse," Daryl sighed. "He'll find his way back. Were you hurt?"

"I'm fine," she whispered, tilting her head so her hair fell over the small cut on her forehead. "Please Daryl. You track deer. Can't you track him? I don't want him to get hurt out there."

"Fine," he sighed. "But you'll be hearin it from me once I get the son' bitch back!"

"Okay," she sighed. "Just get 'em."

Daryl grabed his gun from the inside of the truck and hurried towards the edge of the woods, Cali following behind. The infected people hadn't been near their town yet, but they heard about them on the news, and he was prepared to take them down. It was the reason Cali was ordered to stay out of the woods in the first place.

The two headed for the woods, Cali holding onto the back of his brown t-shirt. "Daryl," she whispered. "What if they're here?"

"They aint here," Daryl promised. "And if they is, I'll shoot 'em. Aint nuthin' gone get you on my watch."

A loud groan came from the left of them, causing Daryl to swing his hips around. Cali let out a scream at the sight of the beast moving slowly towards them. "Run," Daryl whispered. "You run on home. I got it."

"No," she cried. "No! he'll get you."

"Marcens," he growled. "I told you run. I'll come check on you after I find yer damned horse."

"Promise me," she cried.

"I promise."

That was the last time Daryl Dixon saw Cali Marcens.