A/N: Just a story of Amy's crush on Daryl Dixon that turns in to more, and eventually Daryl Dixon realizes, pushing her in to things she's never experienced before, (not in a forced kind of way) but it's not all sweet, and yes Amy never got bit that night, lets just say she lived and now living on Hershel's farm she keeps her eyes on Dixon 24/7. Please read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any one nor do I make profit from the making of this! I proudly leave it to AMC and Mr. Kirman and Frank Darabont!

Warnings: None that I can see!

Realization: Walking Dead

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She saw him stare back at her just seconds after she looked away; god, she could already feel her heart race so fast, so hard, she knew she was in love. But Daryl Dixon was a filthy redneck and Andrea would have her ass red after finding out that she's been messing with him, not that she was going to actually get one single chance with him; he was a one-man show who'd rather not have some little girl follow him around.

Amy thought about what she said about Daryl and realized that he wasn't her type, but why was she in love with him? All the symptoms of love appeared and she was almost too afraid to admit that she hated it. She was in love once but he didn't love her back, she was merely just the toy in that so-called 'relationship'. Jacob Slate was his name, he went to school with her, he was fucking jock asshole, and her friends couldn't believe she fell for him. She wasn't even one of the popular girls, she was just a simple female student that roamed the halls with her simple friends and somehow he grabbed her attention. But he was one of the dead now, she saw him get his ass bit by those fuckers and she was almost too happy to see him go.

But he didn't matter to her anymore; what did was Daryl Dixon who normally huddled himself up in to his own group, skinning his own kills for dinner. He didn't like to be a bother to the others, even Hershel and his family, so he'd always go out and hunt, spend his time alone, think about things that he wanted to think about and come back to his own camp, set up near the farm. Daryl thought of himself as a burden so he'd never really come to the farm unless they truly needed him, which was always, but he never realized how much he was cared about.

One night at the farm, Amy left the rv, and with a flashlight and her pistol in her possession, she left in search of Daryl's little camp.

Roaming through the darkness with no light but the moon and the flashlight, she had actually managed without a struggle to make it to Daryl's tiny camp in which held a large tent where he must be keeping his sleeping hours, a fire-pit and his own clothes line which was one of many trees that surrounded the redneck. But all was too quiet, she wanted to turn off the flash-light, yet if she did, that would seriously put her life in danger, so it was a great thing that walkers were complete dumb-asses. A twig popping in the distance and Amy was jumping in her own skin. She backed up just a foot and immediately she fell right in to a much harder object than herself. That wasn't good;

"You best have a good reason fer' bein' here?" his voice quieted her just before the words even entered her thoughts, she was afraid and that was the truth. Not even a walker could scare her as bad as she was right at this moment.

Amy tried to get herself back up on her feet, but those warm arms of his wrapped underneath her arms and pushed her back up. She was speechless and she honestly had a reason for being here, but if she announced that to him, there would be no real knowing of what he would do.

"I-I'm sorry, I guess I just got uh, lost, sorry Daryl," she stood there shaking in her own filthy socks, her face flushed, her lips dry and her throat scratchy, staring at the face of her crush.

Daryl released a pretty heavy cough to one side before he even opened his mouth, letting out words, thoughts in his head that she really wanted to hear, even if he had no clue that she had a childish crush on him. "Why you even walkin' out by yer'self this late, a young little thin' like yer'self could easily be walker food,?" he stared her way, those blue eyes still stark blue, but with a tiny hint of something more as she moved forward even closer to him.

Daryl's eyes moved with hers and his brows furrowed; "Well, the reason for me being here was to see if you needed anything," her voice was quiet and very careful with those few words, as she soon found herself slowly crouching down to her knees, a soft smile across her lips.

The redneck jerked back, almost afraid of what to say now that she was bent to her knees, her creamy thigh muscles flexed to extreme. Damn, what was he to do now, yell at her, tell her to stand up like a lady or just tell her to leave, but on the other hand, she was a perfect little thing just sitting there, her little hands in her lap, blond hair tucked behind cute pixie ears, her t-shirt almost a bit too revealing, fuck!

"Come on, stand up, you should be in bed so yer' sis don't worrry 'bout ya'," he gave her his hand and her eyes examined it closely. Blood stains, dirt, callouses, he was the perfect man for her, a bad-boy. But she didn't take it, no matter how much she craved to feel the rough skin. She remained on her knees, a little nervous and afraid of letting herself climb too far from her comfort zone, but the way Daryl Dixon was fidgetting and letting her just sit there like a puppy-dog, she knew he was enjoying it, showing it in his own quiet way.

He swallowed and turned away, storming off to the fire-pit where he sat himself down, holding his face in his hands. Amy felt too much to blame and stood up, her knees dirty and cold, with a cracked little heart. She slowly and cautiously made her way over to the older man and took a squat beside him. "I'm sorry Daryl, I have no reason to even be doing stuff like that, my sister wouldn't allow it, even though I am 20 years old, but still I shouldn't be doing stuff so childish, I'm sorry, goodnight," after explaining herself, the young girl stood to her socked feet and headed the way she came; Daryl watched her leave; after she was gone and gave herself up to the darkness, he felt pain he's never really felt before, well for a very long time.

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E/N: Hope it was a great start to complete the story! It's just little snips of Daryl and Amy slowly but surely getting closer, there will be smut though, just to warn you guys in upcoming updates!