Hey ya'll! Alright, so after falling madly in love with Norman Reedus' character Daryl Dixon on The walking Dead, I've decided to make a story about him. Hope you enjoy it, R&R loves! 3

Ana (age seventeen): .

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Chapter 1-Betrayal

1989

A young girl of 6 years old wandered through the woods behind her new home in Georgia. It was somewhere in the mountains and she wasn't exactly sure where she lived, she just knew that it was in the mountains. She was an only child and lived with her father, who was often abusive towards his only daughter.

At the moment, she was trying to get away from the house where her father had passed out after roughly beating her. She guessed that he used the last bit of energy he had on her. As she came across a trailer park, she spotted a boy with dirty blonde hair that looked around her age and waved her hand to catch his attention. Said boy just so happened to look up when she waved her hand and cocked his head to the side.

He's never seen her around these parts. She motioned for him to come over and he looked around to see if anyone was watching before making his way over to her.

"Who're you? You just moved to the park?"

"No. I just moved to a house through these trees." As she spoke, he noticed that she kept wincing and shifting her eyes around as if she was being watched.

"The heck is wrong wit ya?"

"I need some help. M-my dad…he hits me and I just need somewhere to go." When he heard that, his eyes softened and he grabbed her hand. "My dad hits me too, so we can't go back to my house, but there's a spot I go to and I don't mind sharin' wit'cha." She smiled and let him pull her to his spot.

Maybe she just made her first friend here in Georgia.

When they got to his spot, she looked around in awe. It was an open field and it was so pretty with the sun beginning to set.

"So, what's yer name?" She looked into his eyes and finally noticed how intensely blue they were.

"Oh, my name's Anastasia Callaway, but you can call me Ana."

"My name's Daryl Dixon. I gots a big brother named Merle, but he ain't home right now. Maybe you can meet him later." She smiled when he did, she liked his smile.

"I'd like that."

1993

Ten year old Ana walked through the woods behind her house making a bee line straight to her best friend's trailer. He wasn't where he'd normally be, and in his place was his older brother and her other friend, Merle.

"Hey big bear," she was smiling when she got closer. He turned to her and rolled his eyes.

"Hey baby bear. Lookin' for Darlina?" "I still don't know why you call him that, Merle. It's not nice."

"Well, darlin', I'm not nice."

"You're nice to me."

"You're the exception baby doll. Anyway, Darlina's in the house and don't worry, pops ain't there." She smiled and gave him a quick squeeze. "Thanks big bear." She ran inside of the Dixon trailer and made herself at home. Merle chuckled and shook his head.

That girl had the hots for his baby brother at the mere age of 10, and he could see it going somewhere if they acted on it. They loved that girl and would protect her with their life, which was their promise to her.

2000

Seventeen year old Ana Callaway wandered through the woods behind her Georgia house in the mountains with fresh bruises from her asshole of a father. She really needed a break from reality and she knew exactly what that escape was: Daryl Robert Dixon, her best friend and boyfriend.

They had been friends through thick and thin growing up after that fateful day eleven years ago after an event similar to todays. Tomorrow was her 18th birthday and while she wouldn't dare tell her father, she was pregnant and wanted to surprise Daryl with the news tomorrow as well.

It would be like a double celebration!

Merle was off in the Marines and Mr. Dixon took off a while ago after a run in with Merle about Daryl, so Daryl's been in the trailer by himself for a while now. Her drunk of a father and their drunk of a father became good friend and often talked about how much they hated their kids and lives and blah blah blah. She hated both of them with a passion and hoped they burned in hell holding hands. When she got to the trailer she let herself in because Daryl never locks the door knowing that she'd be the only one to come in.

It was late, around 11, so she went to the "master" bedroom that she and Daryl usually shared and smiled when she saw his disheveled figure underneath the comforter. After taking off her coat, she crawled in next to him and shook him awake.

"Mm, you back already, Franny?" he mumbled. She froze.

Who the FUCK was Franny?

"Daryl? Daryl!" He jumped up and looked at her with wide eyes as he took her in.

"Who the hell is Franny?" Before he could answer, an unknown voice was heard. "Who the hell wants to know?" She turned toward the bathroom door and saw a girl. How had she not noticed that?

She took in this "Franny" and immediately became envious. She was tall and thin with brown hair that was roughed up by the obvious act of sex. She was dressed in red lingerie and had a scowl on her pretty face as she glared at Ana. "Who the hell are you?" Ana asked, royally pissed. She knew she wasn't the most attractive, being chubby with pale skin covered in scars and bruises and dull black hair with glasses, but her personality made up for it and she couldn't believe what was happening.

"I'm Francesca, a friend of Daryl's, now who are you bitch?"

Friend, right.

She scoffed and shook her head. "Apparently, I'm not who I thought I was and neither is he." With that, she got up and grabbed her coat before storming out of the trailer.

"Ana! Ana, wait! Anastasia!" She topped and stood there with angry tears running down her cheeks.

"Look, Ana-" She whipped around quickly. "You don't get to call me that! You lost that privilege when you decided to fuck some whore!"

"Now look here, Franny ain't no whore!"

"Oh, so now you're defending her? That's just fucking fantastic, Daryl; put the icing on the damn cake!"

"I never fucking liked you. Look at you, sloppy, fat, and not even worth my damn time. Franny is even better than you in the sack. So why don'cha just run along back to daddy and forget that we were ever "datin'". I don't even want you coming back 'round my property again. I got what makes me happy and it ain't you, so have a nice life, Anastasia," he sneered.

She watched as his form retreated back into his raggedy trailer and ran to the only other place she could get comfort from: their- I mean HIS spot. As she glanced down at her watch, she saw that it was 12:01, happy fucking birthday, Ana. She sat there and cried her eyes out that night.

She wanted Merle, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Needless to say, she never walked through the woods behind her Georgia house in the mountains again.