Daryl Dixon hated hospitals. He hated the way they smelled. He hated the bright fluorescent lights. He hated those stupid gowns they put you in. He hated all the sick people wandering around. But mostly he hated the way those doctors and nurses looked at him, like he was just another trashy, redneck junkie trying to score a prescription for Oxy. AU, no zombies

Pre first-half S3 finale. "Some people see scars, & it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing." The lives they used to live were gone. But how much of who they used to be had been swept away too? A story of two damaged souls discovering going forwards means going back & facing the things that once held you. Rated for language/adult themes.

A Marine comes across two half-dead men in the middle of the woods and suddenly finds himself in the middle of a war he didn't know was being waged just outside his front door. In the midst of it a tale that contains pretty white river flowers and a lost little girl. Rated for language and perhaps more. Set after the Dixon Brothers tangle with the Governor.

Carol has something to tell Daryl. But how will he take the news? Fear keeps her unsure. But it might just take some faith in the man she loves. Serious Caryl.