A/N: Hiiiii! So this is going to be a weird AU thing I've been thinking of doing. I feel like it's shit but I have been working on it for a very long time. So please review. I love feedback and all that good stuff. I also enjoy favorites and follows. But what eves.
I didn't know how to really start it but I know this is a little before the Walking Dead: Survival Instinct video game. If it become popular enough I will lead it into the actual TV series. I own nothing but Bobby Dixon and Leah Grimes-Dixon. So the story is Leah Grimes was a teenage girl Daryl knocked up when he was eighteen and she fifteen. So they got married and all that jizz. Lyrics belong to Bob Dylan, Sung by Audra Mae. Song is Forever young. Also sorry it's so short.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
May you stay forever young.

The day was long as the youngest Dixon brother worked on his brothers Hog. He had been working at the mechanics since he was about eighteen, also around the time he knocked up the tiny Grimes girl from Kings County. Not just any girl, the Sheriffs daughter. Her older brother, Rick, wasn't to thrilled either. He still remembered the first time he met her.
She was sixteen, petite. Her hair was dark and short. Her eyes so pale and blue. And those curves, god those curves drove him insane. The Grimes had come up to the mountains for the summer. Something about a road trip.
Anyway, Rick and his younger sister Leah had been driving around without there parents to find something to do. They stopped at the mini mart where Merle and him were shop lifting. Of course Merle noticed her first. He kept nudging his baby brother trying to make him look at the girl. Rick noticed this and quickly gathered her out of the store.
That was the first time he saw her. The second time was at the motel they were staying at. It was late out at, crickets sang there song and she just kept her feet in the pool. Most of the lights in the motel were out. He had to pass through there to get back to his shitty house. He spotted the girl all by her self.
"Aye." He found him self shouting towards her. She looked up and smiled. A friendly one. He made his way over to her and sat down. He didn't know why he did it but couldn't care. It had been a while since he last had a good piece of ass and this girls ass...God he wanted her. Didn't even have to say his name to here either."Wanna git outta here?"
He knew his father would beat him if he were late, but he didn't care. It was worth it. He held out his hand to her and waited.
She looked up to the motel room and slid her hand into his. He never knew why she went with him but he never regretted it. He did get beat that night but didn't care. He gained a family out of it.
A couple months later Sheriff Grimes came strolling in his driveway with a shotgun demanding to know where the 'bastard' who knocked up his little girl was. Daryl remembered the tiny girl sitting in the passenger seat crying an mouthing sorry to him like it was her fault. Her farther demand they elope two months later, she was already in her second trimester.
His son, Bobby Marcus Dixon, was now fifteen. Sophomore in high school. He shook his head at the thought of his son. He smiled at the thought of his wife. She still had the same blue eyes since she was young. Before the baby, before the stress. She was still so beautiful. It hurt his heart to watch her sleep. It was his fault she was stuck with him here. He was the one to forget to put a damn condom on. He held her down. But she always denied it. She never said it was a mistake. Just a wonderful...surprise. He would then agree and kiss her lips.
"Aye! Dixon! We closin' up early. Ball n' chain wants me home early. Go on, git home ta Leah. Bet she waitin' on ya' any how."
"A'right, Luck! Ya' go 'n tell Merle, Im done with his damn bike, he can come and pick it up his damn self."
"Will do, brother." With the nod of Lucky's head, Daryl was off.
It took him the usual forty-fie minutes to drive to the small ranch home he and Leah owned. It wasn't anything fancy, but it held all three of them quiet comfortably.
"Leah, ya' here?"
"In the bathroom!" Her raspy voice was muffled by the sound of the shower running.
His heavy boots thudded on the hardwood as he made his way over to the open bathroom. The very tiny bathroom. "Where Bobby at?" He leaned on the creaky doorframe. He watch as she scrubbed the soap out of her shoulder length hair. His eyes wondered over the clear glass. He could never get tired of seeing her body.
"Hangin' around that kid Chucky. Your son," Here we go Daryl thought. "Is a piece of work. His principal called today, sayin' 'Robert Dixon', Which isn't even his name, pulled the fire alarm to get out of a test today."
"And what ya' say?"
Leah slid the door of the shower glass open and shrugged. Daryl sighed. "What I just told him my Bobby is a very sweet boy and would never do such a thing. Then he warned me 'bout summer school shit. Then I warned him 'bout the huntin' trip ya'll got in a week." She grabbed the towel off of the rack and rubbed it quickly through her dark tangles before wrapping around her petite body.
"Leah, don't go and git that boy in trouble now, don't need that man callin' child protective services on us now." Daryl pushed himself off of the door frame and kissed his wife on the forehead. "How long he gonna be gone?" He asked with raised eyebrows.
She smiled. "Bout another hour."
"Good." He kicked closed the door. "I could use a shower with my wife."

The crickets seemed extra loud that night. Leah opened the door to her backyard where her husband sat, beer and cigarette in hand, fire pit blazing. She sighed. He was always out there passed midnight when ever his older brother Merle called. It always troubled him to know his brother was out there in harms way. Always drunk or high out of his face. She hated seeing her husband so worried. And he was never one to worry. It made her a little uncomfortable to have her brother so up right and clean while Merle was the complete opposite. They could barely have a barbeque with the family with out Merle and Rick spitting a few choice words at each other. And Rick was the gentle Grimes.
"May I ask why ya' all out here by yourself? Kind of cold, no? We got a nice warm bed in there" She was already by his side. Slippers a little damp from all the dew. She tried to make him smile, he just chewed on his thumb like he always did when he was nervous.
"Merle called...Sounded a little off then usual." He looked up at her. "Said the feds are lookin' for 'em." He sighed and dropped his head. He was so tired.
She crouched down and placed both her hands on his knees. "Did he say why?"
He shook his head. "Nah, he didn't. Most likely come up with a dumb ass excuse like usual. And when he does we'll be the first ta' here." His voice was quiet.
"Aw, baby, I'm sorry. Merle'll be alright. It's Merle. He's swindled out of crazier things before. This is just a minor set back for him. Like you always say nothin' can kill Merle. but Merle...Anything I could do for ya'?" She whispered.
He cocked his head. "Nah, it's fine. Go back ta' sleep. I'll be there in a few."
She stood up and pulled her robe tighter. How the hell did he stay so warm? All he wore was flannel shirts, thin tank tops, and t-shirts. "Alright." She leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love ya'."
He nodded. "I love ya' too." He grunted. "Go back ta' sleep. And make sure Bobby is still in bed. Dont need that kid sneekin' out again."
Leah chuckled. "Seems more infatuated with the girl down the road then actually gettin' some damn sleep." With a sigh Leah dragged her self from her redneck. He grabbed her hand before she could actually step away. He kissed her knuckles before letting go.
She made her way to the screen door and looked back once more.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young