Surprise... another new story!

I know I only posted 2 new stories a week ago but this lockdown thing got me writing lots of stuff... I'm actually surprised my laptop hasn't died from overuse! My daily routine at the minute is; wake up, breakfast, write, snack, write, lunch, write, snack, write, dinner, write, bath, snack, write, sleep and repeat. I'm not sure about anyone else but none of my clothes are going to fit me when this lockdown is over.

I thought this would be a fun story because it's not one I've done before. All of my previous Walking Dead fics have been DarylXBeth but this one is DarylXOC and I think it's really interesting and it will show us a different side to Daryl. It will also give us a chance to learn a little more about Daryl's life before the wall; what he did, what kind of person he was and how he lived his life.

Disclaimer: I own my original character(s) and the plot for this story... neither of those include Daryl unfortunately

Four Roses: Chapter 1: Four Roses

Anne-Marie
"Fuck you and fuck yer brother! I shouted at him as I threw a plate on the floor by his feet. It smashed loudly and broke off into a million places all over the floor "Yer brother is a piece of shit! I thought you were better but yer just the fuckin' same!" I shouted some more.

He didn't reply he just stood there emotionless looking at me; it pissed me off even more. Why isn't he upset that I was breaking up with him? Did he not want this to work in the first place?

"Get the hell outta my house. You an' yer brother better not show yer sorry asses in my bar again!" I shouted and pushed him towards the door.

Again he didn't say anything; he took one last look on me then turned his back and left. I couldn't help but slam the door behind him.

Why didn't he care?
What the hell was wrong with him?
Did he never care?
Did I care too much?
What was it?

I always attracted the wrong kinda man, I know that, I've never had much luck with men but I really thought that he was different. The first time I met him I thought he was this shy, mysterious and broody guy which really attracted me to him but it turns out that he's no different to that waste of space brother of his, the brother he tried his whole life NOT to be like.

I can't believe that once again, I have been taken for such a fool but it's ok because I have learnt my lesson now... I think... I don't have the energy to ever go through this kinda messed up shit again so I think I'm just gonna stay single for the rest of my life. Clearly there is no man out there for me, no man wants to be with me and no man wants to spend the rest of his life with me. To be honest I can't say I blame them; I'm on the wrong side of 30 with nothing to show for my life but a small town bar that was struggling to stay afloat

I smiled as I thought about the last time I saw him and the last conversation that we had together... well it was more a one sided conversation. I don't think I would even call it a conversation, I shouted at him and threw him out; he didn't say anything or argue back, he just accepted it and left. It broke my heart that he didn't fight for us, for me, that was all I ever wanted from him. I wanted him to fight for our relationship and stand up to his stupid brother for once but he didn't, he agreed to leave and I never saw him ever again.

When the whole world went to shit I went looking for him and I went to his place but he had already left, I knew that he had left and not died because nothing was gonna kill him. He was and still is the strongest man that I know and nothing is going to kill him until he is ready for it. I have a very strong feeling that he is still very much alive and fighting. I don't have a clue where he is or who he's with but I know he's out there alright. He was built for a world of brutality; his whole life was filled with it from the moment he was born.

"I've seen the scars," I stated.

"Don't," He replied shaking his head, he shifted on the bed so we were no longer touching; he sat up and put his back up against the headboard.

"Who did that to you?" I asked him.

"I said don't," He said in a forceful tone but if he thought that would stop me then he had another thing coming.

"Daryl, that is abuse," I told him "Did Merle do it?" I asked and he gave me a horrified look which told me that I was wrong about that "It's not a big stretch t' think it was him... who was it?" I asked.

"Just drop it." He said angrily and climbed out of the bed.

Of course a little while later I found out that it was his father who had beat him when he was a kid. His mother died when he was young by falling asleep with a cigarette in her hand after some wine, his father left not long after that and of course when his father left, the beatings stopped. It broke my heart to think of him being beaten as a small and afraid little child, sometimes I can picture him... well a child version of him... cowering in the corner as a big faceless man takes his belt off and whips him across the back with it.

After Daryl told me the story of his childhood; I promised him that if I ever came across his father I would do the same to him and see how he likes it, I still mean it, I'm pretty sure his father is dead by now because he woulda been pretty old when this end of the world shit went down anyway so I'd be very shocked if he was still alive.

You know, even after all of this time I am still very much in love with him still. I can't tell you how many years it's been since we last saw each other, it feels like a lifetime ago. In the beginning of this I kept track of the time of year and figured out how much time had passed but I gave up on that years ago. I can't believe the last time we saw each other I was screaming at him and threw him out, if I had known then what I know now I never would have thrown him out. He was my ride or die. He was the only man I ever really pictured myself having a future with, someone I used to think I could spent a whole lifetime with but literally within a matter of hours my little bubble popped and I was alone again.

The day after we broke up I went into work at the bar and I expected him to come in, apologise for being a dick and make it up to me. I was going to forgive him and we were going to get back together but then he didn't show so I gave him a couple days then I tried calling him but he wouldn't answer the phone so I went to his place but he didn't answer the door to me. He didn't want to talk to me and he took it seriously when I told him that I didn't want to see him or his brother ever again. I gave up in the end and decided that if he didn't want to be with me and fight for what we had then hadn't loved me like he said he did and he wasn't deserving of me.

I hated him for a while but then the end of the world happened and the only person I wanted to see was him. I wanted to be held and told that everything would be ok; I wanted him to be with me when I took my last dying breath.

There was one thing I took from the bar when I fled and that was a bottle of his favourite drink, Four Roses Bourbon; I wanted him to have it if and when we found each other. I've been on the move since this whole thing came about but I've never even got a sniff of him anywhere, God knows where he is right now but I have the bottle for when I see him again.

I remember the first time he and his brother came into my bar and ordered his favourite drink.

"You two are new 'round here," I stated as two men sat down at the spare stools in front of the bar, directly in front of me.

One of them was old looking... late 40s or early 50s and the other was younger, maybe mid to late 30s. The younger one had dark hair and a hard look on his face as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, I found myself staring at him but he was staring right on back.

"Yer right 'bout that sweet cheeks," The older of the two said with a dirty grin on his face, he looked me up and down then licked his lips "I'm Mere, this here's my baby brother, Daryl," He added.

"What can I get you two?"

"Large Four Roses Bourbon, neat, one ice cube." Daryl stated.

Not a long chapter I know... I just wanted to get the scene kind of set and show what they meant to each other and some of their background. The next chapter is going to show Daryl and his feelings for his long lost love.

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