Walkers in the barn. Walkers in the barn. Walkers in the barn. Those words kept replaying in my head over and over again on an endless loop. I bit my lip and sharpened my knife outside my tent. "Hey." Maggie said from above me. I looked up,the sun shining around her. I squinted. "Whats up?" "Daryl went on another look for Sophia,can you go collect his laundry again?" I nodded and took the laundry basket from her and headed off to where his tent was.

"Just wanted to be a pain in the ass if you ask me." I mumbled,looking for his clothes. A pair of jeans. I dumped out the pockets onto the floor of his tent. I folded them and sat them in the basket. I scooped up a shirt and emptied the pockets. A folded piece of yellow paper,30 cents and a picture of some baby. I did my best to ignore the picture. I wasn't gonna snoop on how many people he'd gotten pregnant. But..it looked so familiar. I bit my lip and looked at it. Where had I seen this?

Then,like a ton of bricks,it hit me. This was my baby picture. Why did he have a picture of me? That was an early picture of me. It had been in my house for a while,but mom took it down for some reason one day. I glanced to the yellow piece of paper. No. No Anna,that is his property and you won't mess with it. The angel on my right shoulder said. Yeah! Why not!? He's got a picture of you as a baby!? Why not?! The devil on my left countered. I listened to the devil.

I hurridly unfolded the paper. A birth certificate. My eyes darted to the name. I froze,my palms began to sweat and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. "Anna Prestcott" was written in fancy letters on the name line.

My name. I stared at the certificate,thoughts running through my head at a million miles per hour.

Legal MOther:Julia Prestcott

Legal Father: Daryl Dixon

No. No no no! This was not happening! Daryl Dixon is NOT my father! HE CAN'T BE! I must have sat there for an hour,staring at it. Re-reading it a million times to make sure what was in front of me was real. But then,I was angry. He put on this act like he wasn't afraid of anyone. Yet he was afraid to come around,see his kid. I pocketed the certificate and the picture and went up to the farmhouse with the laundry.

I was walking like a robot,my mind else If someone told you what year,and date the world was going to end. I was shocked in a way. "Here you go." I said,handing Maggie the laundry. "You okay?" She asked,her eyebrows knitting together. "You look like you've seen a ghost.' I shook my head. "I'm fine."

I went back into my tent,laying on my sleeping bag. Staring forward,like I was zoned out. "Hey." Maggie said for the second time that day from the entrance to the tent. "Huh?" "Daryl's back. Dinner." I nodded and stood,my index finger slowly tracing where the birth certificate and picture were in my pocket. I took a deep breath,and went into the house with Maggie.

The food didn't have taste. It was just mush in my mouth. I finished dinner and looked at Patrica. "May I go see Daryl?" I asked. Hershal nodded. "yes. first bedroom on the right" I got up and went to the bedroom. I collecting my breath and slowly eased the door open.

Daryl looked over at me. "Watcha' want?" "Can I come in?" I asked. Daryl looked at me over his shoulder,trying to read my expression. "Yeah,sure." I went into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Busted up,but fine." I nodded,staring down at the sheets. "So...Patrica told me to get laundry from your tent." "Yeah so?" My hand slowly went to my pocket and pulled out my baby picture and my birth certificate. "I found these."Daryl looked,and his eyes widened. "Anna I'm so sorry." he said,rubbing his temples. "So why?" "Why what?" "Why do you act like you're tough and not afraid of anything,but you were too afraid to confront your daughter. Why do you have to courage to fight the dead ones,but not care for me?" "Oh you know so much about courage." Daryl scoffed. "You know you're afraid." my fists clenched."I'm like you." I retorted. "I ain't afraid a nothin' " "You ain't like me at all." "How the hell do you know that!?" I shouted,standing up. "You didn't take the time to come around! You don't know anything about me! Too busy gettin' shit faced! IF ANYONE YOU'RE AFRIAD!'' I finished,tears polled in my eyes as I darted out the door into my tent.

I laid in my sleeping bag and cried. I curled up in a small ball and cried. I can't remember the last time I cried. I shook slightly and squeezed my eyes shut. And I fell asleep.

I was four again. Sitting on my mom's couch as she took the baby picture of me from it's frame on the mantle. "Why are you taking my baby picture mommy?" I asked innocently. My mother turned to me,tears in her eyes. She smiled. "Mommy has to give them to someone important Anna." I grinned. "Who!?" She cupped my chin. "Someone you'll meet soon. He's very strong. And he loves you." I looked up at my mother with my sea blue eyes. "He must be amazing." She nodded,her curly blonde hair bouncing. "he is Anna."

My eyes snapped open. I wasn't at my mom's house. I was in my tent at Hershal's farm. No mom. No happiness. No loving father my mother had promised me so long ago.