This is my latest Fanfic. I also have Horses and Crowsbows and two other ones, but they're not as good, in my opinion. This story is about Daryl and how he fell in love with his best friend's girlfriend and eventually finds out that he's the real dad of their unborn child. It takes place a few years before TWD Season 1, then moves on to it very quickly. I'll admit that Daryl is slightly out of character in the first few chapters, but then he becomes the Daryl we all know and love. The song 'Need You Now' really inspired me.

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Here it goes:


Need You Now

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without.
I just need you now.

If someone told you that you'd fall in love one day, regardless of who you are, were and want to be some day and in spite of all that you've been through, would you believe them?

What if they told you that one day, the dead would rise and kill more than 90% of the population on Earth?

What if that same person told you that you'd end up wanting to kill your best friend one day, because of how he treats his girlfriend and the woman you love? Would you still believe them?

If someone had told Daryl those things, he'd have told them to go straight to hell and stay there. After all, why would you want to kill your best friend over a girl? It's stupid and meaningless, right?

That's what he thought all his life. Through middle school and all the way through the two years he spent in high school before dropping out. That was before he met her and he saw what kind of man his best friend was.

February 2006

Jackson's Bar was emptier during the week compared to Friday nights. That didn't mean nobody was there; the usual lot of bikers were there, heads banging to the booming metal that was playing through the speakers, cigarette tucked tightly in-between their lips while either playing a game of darts or pool. Each person had their talents, whether it was winning or cheating, although you were as good as dead if you ever tried to point out the latter to any of them. There were a few guys sitting at the bar, flirting with the waitresses or bitching about football. At the back of the bar in the alley, you got the addicts. They had every drug one could only imagine. Of course, with drugs, comes crime and the back alley was also the place where people got beat up, murdered and raped.

The women that hung around the bars were no different to the men; some of them were somehow connected to the biker gangs acting as wives, girlfriends, sisters or just average members. Some were drug addicts too, although the women addicts were also mostly the prostitutes.

27-year-old Daryl Dixon had just been let go from his job as a mechanic at the local garage. He had nothing to lose. Besides, he was basically royalty within this particular community because of Merle. Merle Dixon: the guy that provided 70% of the supply of drugs. Also part of multiple racial groups, bike gangs and not to mention he was the eldest son of Will Dixon and older brother of Daryl.

Daryl tilted his shot glass, looking down impassively at the beige liquid that filled the small glass. His messy brown hair fell over his blue eyes as he contemplated life and multiple other things that included the life his father and brother set out for him. He sighed tilted his head, put the glass to his lips and let the cool liquid run down his throat. He turned his head around, looking for Jackson, the bartender.

"Somethin' I can do for ya?" she asked. He faced the front. He instantly saw her light green eyes looking at him; a small smile curling on her pink lips. Her bright green eyes contrasted with her pale skin and auburn hair, making them look brighter than they should be. Her hair was pulled back into an untidy high ponytail, with chunks of hair sticking out, framing her face and hiding the four piercings in each ear. Daryl's eyes traveled from her face all the way down. He couldn't help but notice how the black Marilyn Manson t-shirt she was wearing clung to her petite body, showing off her curves, a bit of her stomach and a bit of cleavage. She had a dishrag over her shoulder, covering one of her pale shoulders.

"Rough day at work?" she asked him, hands now on her hips. Her voice was soft and she had a Georgia accent, much like him and everyone else that were in the bar.

Daryl blinked away and looked down at his empty glass. "I'll have another one," was all he said and pushed the glass towards her, assuming she worked there. She snorted and turned around, reaching for the bottle of Whiskey that was on the shelf behind her. Daryl took the opportunity to check her out some more and observed the way her dark blue jeans hugged her hips perfectly. As she stood on tip toes, her t-shirt rode up a bit more, exposing more of her back. Once she got the desired bottle, she spun around and put it on the counter next to his glass. "Tell you what; this one's on me, just because you look so sad," she slightly teased and bent down to get something from underneath the counter. Once again, Daryl took the opportunity to look down her shirt as it rode down. He blinked away again when she came back up at placed another shot glass on the counter. She poured some alcohol in each glass.

"The hell're you?" he asked softly, looking down at his refilled glass.

She arched an auburn brow and licked her lips. "'M new 'ere. Name's Rachel. You're Dixon, right? Danny Dixon? You're brother's Merle, huh?" she asked. Daryl was astonished. How the hell did she know who he was?

He cleared his throat and looked at her. The black eyeliner she was wearing really complimented her eyes. "Daryl. Ma name's Daryl."

She scrunched up her face and apologized for getting his name wrong. He nodded, shaking her mistake off. "Well, Daryl," she said his name clearly, "you're not the only one havin' a crappy day," she told him sympathetically and held up her shot glass, "Here's to better days!"

Daryl hesitated for a while before raising his glass and clinking with hers. They downed the shot at the same time and from that minute; it was safe to say that Daryl started developing a crush on the new waitress.