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Next chapter is here! this I really like this one! Read and review away my loves ! Some for a little back round on the woman who created the Dixon Daughters.

TWD is not mine.

The day he remembered the past pt1

Daryl had been in a bad mood all morning, he wasn't sure why. Work was extra busy, he had to call Carol and ask her to pick up Marie. Lucky Ed was still away, so she told him she could stay at with them at their house till Daryl got out. It was 8pm and he had been at work for almost 10 hours. He ended up calling again and asking her to get Alyssa as well.

Finally at 10:30pm, Daryl was able to go home. It was 11pm when he got to Carol's.

Daryl walked up to the door and rang the bell. Sophia opened the door, "Hi Mr. Daryl." She smiled up at him, but tonight Daryl was too tired to give the kid a smile back.

He cut to the case, to sleepy to play games. "The girls ready?"

"Alyssa! Marie!" Sophia yelled for the Dixon daughters as she ran off. Few minutes later Alyssa carried Marie to the door.

Alyssa had a smile on her face, "Long day?" Daryl grunted a reply, "I only got the muscle to carry this one, sorry." She chuckled as she walked past her father and to the truck.

Carol came to the door to greet Daryl, "Thanks for gettin' them."

"No problem." She replied, giggling, "You look awful."

"I feel it.." He mumbled as a yawn escaped him.

Carol smiled, playfully pushing his shoulder, "Go to bed, Dixon."

Daryl snapped awake to the contact of her hand. He wasn't used to be touch, especially by girls. His eyes blinked open, his cheeks turning pink, "Uh yeah. Night." Daryl walked off her porch and back to his car. He didn't say a word as he drove his girls home. Only mumbling a reply as Alyssa kissed him goodnight.

The next morning he luckily had no work. It was Saturday, and the end of week three of having his daughters. One week left. That was all he had to be with his girls. After that he would have to make choice, probably the biggest most life altering choice he had ever made in his whole life.

Would he or would he not keep his daughters?

If he didn't, they would be send to New York to live with their aunt. He would never see them again and his life would go back to normal. Back to loneliness. Back to the silence. They way his room was silent now. He didn't like it, it creeped him out and made him anxious. Most of all it brought back bad memories.

Daryl decided in that moment, he really fucking hated all the silence.

If he decided maybe this really was what he wanted, these girls would be his. They would be in his custody forever. Which to him, wasn't so bad as it seems. He had gotten use to the last three weeks, to not being lonely all the time. Daryl had honestly liked having, what he saw in his eyes to be, a real family. There would be no more silence, never again, and instead his small trailer home would be full of music, laughter and for once: happiness. Alyssa and Marie had made him happier than anything else ever had in the world. Sure Alyssa started off as a head ache and Marie is still just a little kid, which he has no clue about them, but these two gave him meaning. Hell they gave him a lot more than that.

In the last two months, Daryl's life had totally flipped. He had gotten a real, meaningful job that made good money. He woke up every morning and made breakfast for three, dropped the girls off to school then went to work. Daily life had became a routine, and he really liked it. The girls even brought out a nicer side of Merle that not even his brother had seen before. Also they brought him closer to Carol, who was probably his only friend and the only good thing that came out of high school.

High school. No. Daryl lied. He knew that the BEST thing that came out of that shitty high school experience was knowing Vivianne DeSerrano.

"Hey Dixon? Where do you think you're going?" A female voice called to him as he tried to walk out of the high school. His last day of high school ever and hell he just wanted to get out of there.

"Getting the hell away from you." Daryl grumbled as he kept walking. A body jumping on to his back stopped him, causing him to stumble forward. He caught his balance and stood still, caring them on his back. "Damn you, Viv."

Vivianne started to laugh, "Ah come on Dixon. You know your just mad cause your gonna miss me when I move to New York."

Daryl snorted. "Don't know why yer goin' all the way to New York in the first place."

"Awe you are gonna miss me!" Viv cheered as her grip on his neck tightened.

"You're chokin' me stupid."

Viv huffed as she got down. Daryl started to walk away but she caught up to him, throwing her arm around his neck and pulling him close as they walked alone. "You're a big baby, Dixon, you know you love me and that's final."

"Whatever.."

"Oh come on Daryl, stop being such a shit." Viviane whined as they walked along.

Daryl looked over to her, "So yer really leavin' huh?"

"Yup, end of this month. You should come with me!" She told him as the stopped, waiting to cross the street.

"Maybe ye should just stay.." Daryl looked down a his thumb as he bit down on it.

Vivianne grabbed his hand, holding it in hers, "You really need to stop doing that. That's a really bad habit, you know?" The kept on walking, crossing the street hand and hand. "And you know I can't stay, I need to get out of here. Georgia sucks. Besides my old lady will be fine with out me."

"Oh thanks.."

Vivianne held his hand a bit tighter, "Daryl we talked about this. We'll be ok on our own. You and I have some growing up to do. It's time to do some good with our lives. What's was the point of the last for years of high school if nothing good comes out of it?"

"Will ya come back?" Daryl and Viv stopped at the entrance of the trailer park, hand in a hand and only inches apart.

Vivianne moved in and kissed Daryl on his cheek. "You know me, I can't stay away for too long. Besides, what would you do with out me?"

Daryl felt the corner of his lip twitch up, his eyes getting watery. Vivianne was his best friend, and the mother of his children. The woman who got him through his childhood, middle school and high school. If it wasn't for her none of this would have happened, and if it wasn't for seeing her at the strip club on his 21st birthday... He shook that thought away. Daryl wasn't going down this road. Not today. No, today he would be grateful. Grateful for the birth of his daughters.

Daryl had no idea how long he had been sitting there lost in his thoughts, but he hadn't realized Alyssa get out of her room and sit down at the couch next to her.

"Are you thinking about my mom?" Alyssa caught him off guard. It was like she was reading his damn mind.

"Huh, what was I thinkin' out loud or somethin'?" Daryl asked as he snapped back into reality.

Alyssa shook her head, "No you just.."

"What?"

"You just look really... sad... That's all." Alyssa shrugged playing with the strings on her pajama pants.

Daryl sighed then finally replied. "Yah I was thinkin' bout 'er.."

"Do you ever miss her?" Alyssa finally looked up at him.

Daryl looked back at her, "Yea, some times. She was my best friend, ya know? Yer mom always had my back when we were kids. Really kept me on my toes. She would help me figure out what I was feelin', always readin' my mind 'n shit."

"Did you... love my mom?" Alyssa questioned him quietly.

Daryl had to stop and think. Love? Daryl wasn't sure if what he felt was love. Daryl didn't know what love is, he never had. He knew hate, fuck he sure as hell knew what hate was. Love was something new to him. If anything, the only people Daryl was sure he loved were Alyssa and Marie.

"Not sure, I cared for her though.. A lot." Daryl finally replied, being careful with his words.

"You love us though, right?" Alyssa question shocked Daryl.

He couldn't help but hug his teenaged daughter, pulling her closer as he showered her in kisses, "Hell yea I do, Lyss."

Alyssa couldn't help but giggle, "Okay! Okay! Too much love!" Daryl let go of his daughter as she got up to back to her room. "I love you dad."

"I love ya too, Lyss." Daryl smiled as she walked into her room, and carefully closed the door behind her.

Oh yes how I love my daughters. Above all do I love my daughters. Thanks Viv, for the one good thing that ever came out high school. For once, we did good.