A/N Thanks for not tracking me down and killing me. Seriously thank you so much for reading along. Let's see if we can discover why Daryl didn't show, and see what's been going on with he and Beth.

Shawn and Linda stayed to clean up the decorations at the church. Patricia, Amy's Mother, Glenn, and Rick had raced back to the farm to start clearing out everything that had been set-up and decorated for the reception.

No one knew quite what to think or what to say. They were all incredulous, everyone knew these two loved each other, they had for years. What would possess Daryl to not show up at his own wedding?

Merle, Rick, Caesar, they'd all tried calling and texting his number a million times. They'd left messages begging him to call until finally the recording said his message box was full.

Mama, Maggie and Amy had gone to Beth's room with her desperately trying to console her.

Caesar took Carol and Jonah home while Merle followed Hershel into his office. Hershel put it to the other man, "What do you know Merle?"

It wasn't accusatory in any way Hershel was just dumbfounded the same as everyone else.

"I'd been worried Hershel, Daryl never come home all night. I've never known him ta do that before. I thought maybe he n Beth were out somewhere just ya know, bein' together an such, an that maybe they'd fallen asleep. Or that he and Rick and Caesar were out drinkin' it up, havin' some kinda last minute bachelor party deal."

"I's worried this mornin' an I went in his room ta see if he took anythin', ya know packed up n left. But all his stuff is still there. Only thing missin' was what he had on. His weddin' clothes was all neatly laid out right there on his chair."

"Did he tell you anything when he left like where he was going or when to expect him back?"

"Nah, he's a grown man an I don't make him tell me his business, I mean a lotta times I know, or he'll mention he's gonna go huntin' with Rick, things a that nature. I don't usually ask him I mostly think he's gonna see Beth. Damn I just don't know. I'm so fuckin' mad at him right now, sorry, but I'm as worried as I am mad. Shit I can't imagine he'd just chicken out an not show. I didn't think and I don't think Daryl would run. Hell we all know he's been in love with Beth forever."

He heaved a heavy sigh, "I'm sorry Hershel. I've worried about Daryl a lot the past three or four years an I shoulda probably come an talked to ya about it."

Now it was Hershel's turn to sigh heavily. "What kind of worries Merle?"

And Merle shared with him things about the way they were raised, "I know ya know we had our share a beatins, everyone round here knows that. But it was worse than most folks knew. Pardon my language man, but our father was n is the meanest mutha fucker that ever lived. One a my biggest guilt trips was when I got sent up an I left Daryl there alone. Mama was dead, she was never real good at carin' for us kids anyway, but at least with her n I both there Daryl wasn't the only one ta pick on, ta beat, ta make feel worthless an like he deserved every minute of the abuse. And I managed to protect him some. With both Mama n me gone he was the only target."

"I got him outta there as soon as I got outta the pen, as soon as I could, but hell he'd already spent too many years livin' it. And damn he really is the sweet one, I tease him about that but it's true. I mighta deserved some a the beatins I got but Daryl never did."

And then Merle told him about what he called his brother's "Dark Place." He didn't hold back, including telling Hershel about the incident the afternoon he'd seen Carol's scars.

"That was the last time he seemed ta fall into that place. And he always seemed ta snap out of it n everythin' would be fine for a good long while, then somethin' would trigger it again bring a memory up I s'pose. But that day was the worst I'd seen. I talked ta him about seein' someone but he shut me down."

"I can't believe he'd run, just leave Beth. She's his place ta go, his soft landing. No matter what happens he always wants her with him. I don't know that he ever tells her anythin' about what's botherin' him, in fact I doubt he does. But it's like she's where he goes ta get right. She's his light at the end a the tunnel. Every time they was grounded or whatever it'd put him in a flat spin not bein' around her. I can't believe he'd just abandon her."

"I'm worried 'bout him an I'm worried 'bout Beth. It's all a mess." Merle was rubbing a hand over the back of his neck and head.

"Well you're not the only one who had worries, Annette and I worried from time to time too but like you said, he always seemed to snap out of whatever was bothering him. Do you mind if we bring Rick in on this Merle? He may be able to help or he may have connections that could help."

"So what? Ya thinkin' this is some kinda missin' person deal or sumthin'?"

She was up in her bedroom with her Mama, her sister and her best friend and she couldn't stop sobbing, "Where could he be? What could have happened? How could he do this, just not show up?"

And as much as the other women wanted to give her an answer they didn't know either. Mama had an arm around her girl and she kept repeating, "Bethie I'm sure everything will turn out. Please Honey, please don't cry anymore."

And Maggie and Amy kept saying things like, "There's got to be an explanation Beth, a good one. Daryl would never hurt you this way."

But a week later there was still no word from Daryl and no sign of him. Rick had checked every hospital in the county and the two surrounding counties. He'd even gone so far as to check the morgues, nothing.

Amy drove back to the farm from Benning that following Saturday to talk to her friend. "You know Caesar's leave is over, he's gone back to the fighting and I'm alone. Why don't you come stay with me? Our place has two bedrooms and maybe it will be good for you to have a change, get away for a while. We can take care of each other and comfort each other."

It sounded good to Beth. She dreaded seeing anyone in town. After all she was that girl now, the one who got left at the altar. She didn't think she could take the humiliation of that on top of losing Daryl. She didn't know whether to hate him or worry about him. But in her heart she knew that as angry as she felt toward Daryl, she was always going to love him. That was the worst part. She'd always loved him and she always would.

She took her clothes, her music, her art supplies and her set of disks. She had every photo ever taken of her and Daryl on those disks. She wasn't ready to leave them behind.

Mama and Daddy were supportive hoping this move would somehow help their daughter. Maybe the change of scenery would be good. Maybe she'd make new friends.

Her Daddy gave Amy money toward rent and groceries even though Beth told him she had her own money, her savings. Daddy told her, "No you keep saving. There may come a time you want to get your own place, or get a car or maybe even go to college. But you hang onto it for now. It's always good to have a little something set aside."

Merle, Carol and the baby came to visit before she left. Merle was so apologetic and so heavy-hearted she felt nearly as bad for him as she did for herself. He told her he was sorry and let her know he'd be in touch if he heard anything at all. He pressed five, one hundred dollar bills in her hand, "I'm sorry I ain't got more ta give, but I wanna help how I can. You're gonna need cash."

"No Merle I'm not taking it, I can't. Daddy gave me plenty of money and I have savings. You set that money aside for Jonah, please that would mean more to me." And they did something she and Merle never did, they hugged. She was so touched when he told her he loved her and he'd be around if she needed anything.

A month later she and Amy were sitting in the kitchen when her phone rang, when she saw Merle's number her stomach did a backflip. He had news, Daryl had called him. He told her that he'd sounded rough, raspy voiced and just generally pissed off at the world. He'd said to Merle, "I just want ya ta let everyone know I ain't dead an I'm real sorry for the trouble I caused. Tell Beth I'm sorry I'm such an asshole and ta get on with her life." And he hung up.

That started a new round of misery for Beth. The only good news being he wasn't dead.

About that time Hershel Greene received a letter in the mail with no return address and two cashier's checks. The note from Daryl said, "I'm sorry about everything. The $3000 I hope covers what you spent on the wedding. The $5,000 is for Beth. I always loved her, always will." That was it.

He didn't know why he did it, it just felt like the right thing. Hershel opened a separate savings account and deposited both checks in it. He didn't tell Beth about the note and the money, fearing this would just be more salt in her wounds.

Abraham Ford came by every day. He didn't make a nuisance of himself he'd just stop and say hello, ask her and Amy if there was anything he could do for them, anything they needed. Sometimes he'd bring a little something like flowers for them to plant in the yard, or fresh strawberries. Never anything too personal and certainly nothing of a romantic nature. But Beth and Amy knew why he came by. He had never just randomly come by before Beth was there.

Three months later she was sitting in a chair on the small front porch, a book in one hand and her other hand on her rounding tummy. She was watching him, this man who she knew loved her unconditionally and wanted to care for her, and wanted to care for her unborn child. He wanted to give the child his name and raise it as his own. She wished she could love him, he was good and honest and true. He would never hurt her the way Daryl had, but still she knew she could never love anyone but Daryl.

She'd told Abraham he was one of the best people she'd ever known and that she did care for him, she did love him just not in a romantic way. She told him she couldn't marry him like he wanted that it wouldn't be right, and it wouldn't be fair to him. She was honest but he was undeterred, patient. His hope was that over time her broken heart would mend and she'd be ready to love again, and more than anything he wanted to be the man she was ready to love.

So he stayed close and he did the yard work, and he fixed the side gate, and he helped Amy move the living room furniture. And he took Beth out to the movies and to casual dinners. Always just as friends and she tried to pay her own way, but he wouldn't hear of it. And she did love him, just as she'd said. He was a wonderful friend to her and he helped her so much getting through this very hard time. But she just didn't have those feelings for him, not the ones he wanted her to have.

And the pregnancy. She hadn't expected it, she hadn't had any inkling that she might be pregnant. She'd been using birth control, how could she be that 1% of women where it failed? But there was no denying she was pregnant with Daryl's child. The best guess she had was that it happened the Thursday just before the wedding date.

She hadn't wanted to tell anyone. No one knew her here, just Amy and Abraham. No one else needed to know right now. Her parents, everyone, they'd all been hurt enough. She hadn't even adjusted to the idea of a child herself, how could she tell her folks and Merle? This was better. Abraham and Amy both tried to convince her she needed to at least tell her parents, tell her sister and brother. She said she would in time.

Seven months after the wedding date Caesar came home and she offered to leave then, move out. But he and Amy assured her she was welcome to stay for however long she wanted, that they wanted her there and the baby was welcome too. They were even discussing having one of their own. She and Amy had always wanted to have kids at the same time, but not quite like this.

Privately Amy and Caesar talked about her situation, about Daryl leaving and then calling Merle but never having the balls to call Beth. "Amy you know how I feel about Daryl we've been friends forever, but this was a shit play. There's no excuse. If you ask me she'd be better off with Ford. At least that guy has stuck by her, it's obvious he'd do anything for her. Fuck it, Daryl couldn't even show up."

Amy didn't disagree with her husband, not completely, and she understood that he was hurt and angry by everything that had happened. "I just can't believe there isn't more to this, something we don't know. I wish Daryl would show his face. If nothing else he owes Beth a face to face explanation."

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Looking back he didn't know or understand why he felt so compelled to go, to confront him. But he did and it had set in motion a chain of events that could never be forgotten, at least not by him. The evidence of the decision he'd made was now a permanent part of him.

He'd just wanted answers. He needed to know why his own father had so brutally mistreated him. It had worried his mind for years and it was only getting worse, it wouldn't let him rest. He'd seen in Hershel Greene what a father could and should be.

He told Beth he had someone he needed to see that night and it wasn't a lie, he did need to. He just wanted to talk, to ask and to try and understand.

He knocked on the door and as soon as his father answered the verbal abuse began. "What ya doin' here ya fuckin' loser?"

Daryl barely got the question out, "I want ya ta tell me why ya done the things ya done ta me, why ya thought it was okay ta hurt your own son." And his father answered by punching him so hard in the jaw he was wobbling when it was immediately followed by a blow to his gut. He fell back and his father kicked him repeatedly and then told him to get the fuck out or he was going to shoot his ass.

Blood was coming from his mouth and he was sure he had some broken ribs. He was beaten physically and emotionally, and he came to the realization his questions would never be answered. There was no answer. He got on the Bike and he rode.

He'd be hard pressed to tell anyone where he rode, but when it happened, when his world changed completely and forever, he'd passed through four counties. He had tears off and on. He'd thought a lot about Beth and thanked God he had her. He knew he was going to look and feel like shit at his own wedding. But he'd be married to her so everything would be okay.

For now he just needed this, needed to ride, needed to clear his head. He was on a two lane just going, not worrying about where he might end up, just as long as he made it to Beth tomorrow nothing else mattered now.

It happened so quickly he wasn't even sure what he'd hit. He would remember later he'd been rounding a curve and he saw something in the road. Although he tried to veer away there wasn't time and chopped bikes are notoriously lightweight and unstable, his rear tire hit the object.

He remembered still gripping the handlebars as the Bike went off the side, and he remembered sliding almost as fast as he'd been riding. At some point he must have lost consciousness because he didn't remember when it stopped.

The next thing he recalled were voices, guys talking to each other. Laughing and saying they couldn't believe the guy had survived that fall, and that he wouldn't live long out here on his own. They joked that if they hadn't been behind him and seen him go over they would never have gotten all his good shit. He remembered they kept saying "claimed" as they dug in his pockets taking his wallet and his cell phone. Then someone yelled "claimed" and took off his leather jacket, another took his helmet, one of them even took the boots off his feet.

Finally someone lifted the Bike from his leg and someone bellowed, "The Bike is mine Len."

And someone else said, "Well yeah Joe, I wasn't gonna take it, just gettin' it for ya."

He was alone and he couldn't make his body work. He knew he had broken some bones, and he could no longer feel his left leg. During the times he was conscious, a little bit aware, he grieved. He'd missed his wedding and now he was going to die. His body would probably never be found and Beth would think he hadn't cared, that he just ran away.

He had no idea how long he lay there after that, but he was pretty sure based on adding up light and dark, he'd been there four nights when early one morning he heard a voice, "Shit Eric, the poor guy is almost dead. Get somewhere you can get some cell phone service and call 911. Give them the coordinates and tell them they may need search and rescue equipment to get this guy out of here. I'll stay with him, see if I can at least get a little water in him."

The next time he woke he was in a hospital bed and he could see the lines running into him. Some kind of IVs. Everything still hurt like a son of a bitch but he did feel more comfortable, and he no longer felt either hungry or thirsty.

A woman came in and stood next to the bed, "Hello I'm Dr. Tara Chambler and I'm responsible for your treatment. We didn't find any I.D. Do you know your name?"

Fuck yeah he knew his name but maybe he didn't want to tell her, maybe now that he knew his whole life was fucked up beyond repair, maybe it was better if he just stayed disappeared.

"Nah I can't remember much. How long I been here?"

Something told her he wasn't being truthful, but this guy had enough bad news coming, she wasn't going to press him right now. "Okay we'll call you John then, is that alright?"

"Whatever."

"Well John you're one tough customer. You were lying at the bottom of a heck of a mountain for at least four days. Obviously you were dehydrated and you've also had some blood loss, you have broken ribs and a broken left arm. Of course there's also a large assortment of cuts and scrapes and bruises but none of those injuries are life threatening and you should make a full recovery. And two days, you've been here two days."

"Yeah okay. But what about my leg? I's sure my leg was broke."

"Your left leg was very badly injured. It seems that besides the fall, something heavy hit it, do you have any idea what?"

"Well yeah, I's ridin' a motorcycle."

"That's what we thought. The damage to the leg was severe. There was loss of blood to it for days and the bone was shattered, as were all the bones in your foot. There was the impact of the fall and the bike landing heavily. We had to amputate just below your knee."

He didn't yell, he was too stunned, "The fuck. Ya kiddin' me? Why? Why didn't ya just shoot me?"

"I get that you're upset John, but do you realize the number of people in this country who have lost a limb? Think of all the vets. They get by, have rewarding lives and you will too."

"Can't be climbin' around on the roof with only one leg, I won't even be able ta work."

"So you're a roofer?"

"Yeah."

"You remember a lot for a man who can't remember his name."

He looked at her through those two black eyes and asked, "If I tell ya my name are ya gonna have ta call anyone, like my relatives or sumthin'?"

"Not if you're over 18, and I'm sure you are."

"Yeah I am, an I ain't no charity case either I got insurance n stuff. But them guys stole everythin', the wallet the bike, my phone, everythin'. I gotta get the information. Give me a couple days then I'll give ya a name."

He thought about it for a while and then he thought of just the guy who would do it, that squirrely guy he worked with. Shit he knew the guy had done some time for breaking and entering and he also knew he needed money, he had three kids and another one on the way."

He called him. "Ya do this right I'ma give ya two grand. Ya fuck up, ya get nuthin' an I don't know ya."

"I can do it."

"My sister in law is gone every Thursday mornin' for some mommy an me deal, ten ta noon. Ya slip in, there's a short hallway an my room is the first on the left. There's a canvas duffle bag on the floor in the closet, fill it. Ya get the green metal lock box from the closet shelf an the two framed pictures on the dresser, they're most important. Ya get me jeans, shirts an a jacket, tennis shoes, underwear, socks, however much ya can get in that duffle. Ya bring it to Southside Hospital in Smithton, ta the volunteer desk, ya tell 'em it's for me an I'm in room 410."

"I'm tellin' ya right now Axel, ya better not take nuthin' else an ya better never set foot in that house again. Ya don't never tell anyone anythin' about this, especially don't tell no one ya heard from me. Ya do n I'ma kill ya. It's that simple. We clear?"

"Yeah sure Daryl ain't no need ta threaten me, I ain't gonna fuck this up. Thanks for givin' me the job."

Axel had come through. The metal box had a stash of cash in it, but more important it had his birth certificate, his social security card, his bank book, his one and only credit card, the title to the motorcycle and his insurance documents for his health insurance and the motorcycle insurance.

When Merle got home that night Carol told him, "I think Daryl was here some of his things are gone." Merle was pissed but also relieved. Little Brother was somewhere close.

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He called on the motorcycle first. The insurance company said they had to send a cop over to take a stolen vehicle report. As much as he hated that idea the Bike was worth some money and more than that, he wanted that health and disability coverage.

He told the cop everything he remembered including the story of the "claimers" and the names he'd heard them use.

He called on his medical plan.

He was going to call social security as soon as he got out and got somewhere he could stay, he needed an address. The hospital social worker had told him he was entitled to disability insurance. He knew he'd better get on that because he had no idea what the hell he was going to do for a living, and he'd paid in since he'd started working.

After another four days in the hospital he was transferred to a rehab facility. Rehab was brutal but he didn't give a fuck. He needed to get back what he could. He was alone now. His life was ruined. He wasn't going begging to his brother and he sure as fuck wasn't going to burden Beth with what was left of him.

She'd get over him soon enough and she was better off without him. She'd find a new guy and be a lot happier than he could ever make her. That didn't mean he hadn't shed tears, that he didn't miss her more than anything, that he didn't love her. He was always going to love Beth Greene. He spent all day every day missing her. She would always be everything to him. That's why he had to stay away.

When he'd gotten to the rehab hospital a woman had come to his room. "My name is Denise Cloyd and your medical doctor Tara Chambler, asked me to take on your case. She thought maybe I could help you through the next few weeks." She didn't bother to tell him that Tara told her all about the scars on his back and his depression.

"Help me what?"

"Help you deal with the emotions and the grief of losing your leg. That's pretty serious stuff Daryl and something you and I should probably talk about."

"What, you're a shrink? I don't need ta talk about none a that shit Doc. I can handle it by myself, I don't need no one."

But Denise had a kind of patient, quiet and soulful manner to her, she was non-threatening and friendly. She put him at ease. By the time Denise was done with him that day he agreed to keep seeing her. She held him to that and they had a one hour session every day.

Two weeks after he'd been transferred to the rehab facility he was getting around on crutches like he'd been doing it his whole life. The next step, as soon as that wound healed just a little bit more, he'd get his prosthetic.

It was then he had a couple of visitors.

The cop who'd taken his stolen vehicle report brought them in and introduced him to Aaron and Eric, the men who'd found him. They were environmentalists working for the EPA. There'd been a tip about a lot of illegal dumping around the area where he was found. They'd been documenting the dumping and mapping locations for a couple of days. That's how they stumbled on him and saved his life.

They stayed and visited for a long time. He told them he was going to be released and become an outpatient in just a couple of days. All he needed was a place to stay. Aaron smiled, "Well we have a pretty nice place and there's a downstairs guest room, you'd be welcome to stay until you finish rehab."

"Thanks but I ain't a charity case."

"Well you said you did carpentry work and as soon as that arm is strong enough we've got projects we were going to pay someone to do. You can earn your stay and you can chip in for groceries. If you think you need to pay more, we'll work something out for the rent, how's that?'

"I ain't got my tools."

"Oh we have plenty of tools but we've discovered they're worthless if you don't know what you're doing." Aaron had a kind, friendly smile and like Doc Denise he put Daryl at ease.

"'K, as long as I earn my keep. You guys done a lot for me, saved my life, I owe ya, thanks."

Soon after the claimers got popped, thanks in part to the details he was able to provide the cops. He received part of the reward money that had been offered by a state motorcycle owner's association. Apparently the claimers had quite the chop shop and stolen parts business.

$20,000.00 was added to his already healthy savings.

And he'd begun sending Merle a postcard every couple of weeks. They'd just say something like, "I'm fine, miss you guys, especially Jonah." But Merle and Carol were happy to know he was okay.

Three months later he called a realtor and made a deal and bought a property. It was something he'd thought about for years and now seemed like the time to take the plunge. He'd move in soon.

One month later he felt like he'd gotten a lot of his life back. He was getting around pretty damn good on that prosthetic leg, and doing jobs around Aaron and Eric's place had taught him he could still work. He even got other small jobs in town and it felt good to be making money again. He wasn't roofing but that wasn't the only kind of carpentry job he was capable of. And he was good.

And the daily sessions with Denise had helped give him a new outlook on life. She'd gotten him to talk about growing up with Will Dixon. His feelings of abandonment when his mother died, and then when Merle went to the pen. The physical abuse and the mental abuse. And they'd spent hours talking about Beth. What she meant to him, how important she'd always been and how much he was suffering being apart from her.

"Don't you think you've been unfair to Beth by not contacting her?"

"Nah, I'm doin' her a favor. She's better off if she thinks I'm an asshole that run out on her. Now she's got a chance ta have a good life."

"Well I thought you loved her but it seems to me you're being unfair to her in several ways. Don't you feel it should be her decision if she wants you in her life? Who are you to decide what she does or doesn't want? She's been in love with you since you were five years old. That in itself is remarkable. So now what, you're just going to let her believe that the boy and the man she's loved her whole life never really loved her? Because you can bet your butt right now Daryl Dixon, that's what she's been thinking ever since you didn't show up at the church."

He was taken aback by that and it got him wondering, was there really a way? Would she give him another chance? He'd messed everything up so badly but maybe Doc was right, maybe he should try. He made a plan.

Seven months after his accident he said goodbye to Aaron and Eric and Doc Denise. Well Doc wasn't letting him off that easy, they'd be having three times weekly phone sessions.

He headed for his new home. If Beth agreed to take him back he just knew he could fix it up so she'd be happy there. Aaron and Eric had given him all their tools on the condition he'd come back after he got settled and build them a back deck. Done.

He had a second hand Ford truck with an automatic tranny so it was easy for him to drive with his prosthetic. He had the tools and a few clothes. He went right to his new place and started getting settled in.

Two weeks later he checked around and made a call to Axel, he found out where she was and he headed that way prepared to beg. He got close to the base and his nerves took over, but he wasn't going to chicken out, he just needed a little something to take the edge off.

He went in a tavern sat at the bar and ordered a tall one. He'd only taken the one swallow when Shane Walsh walked in. The fuck? Then he remembered the rumor that Lori was down this way somewhere, maybe they were back at it. Yeah Olive Oyl was just that dumb.

He hoped Shane wouldn't see him, but sure enough he walked right over and slapped him harder than necessary on the back. "Hey there Dixon long time no see. Ya got quite the reputation after what you did to Beth. Damn that was cold."

Daryl didn't want to fight him, he had something else he was going to do and he wasn't going to show up looking like he'd been in a bar fight. "Shut the fuck up Shane you don't know nuthin' 'bout me n Beth."

"Well I know there ain't no you and Beth. Shit she didn't wait long once you left her. She high tailed it down here right away. I've seen her twice in town with that Abraham Ford guy, from Amy and Caesar's wedding. Shit she's so pregnant she looks like she's gonna pop any minute." He laughed and then put the knife in just a little deeper, "It sure as hell didn't take her long to replace your sorry ass."

Daryl didn't do or say anything he set the beer down on the bar and left. He just needed to get home.

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Abraham had just put the last coat of finish on the crib for her. He'd wanted to buy her a new set of furniture for the baby but she'd been adamant she had to buy her own. When she bought that used crib and said she was going to refinish it he got adamant with her. "I can't let you do that Beth. You shouldn't be breathing that stuff in and you're way too far along anyway. I'll refinish it for you and you can pay me with a chicken dinner. How's that?"

And she knew he was right and she'd agreed.

He came in the kitchen door to let her know it was done. He saw everything out on the kitchen counter ready to be prepared, but no Beth. He smiled thinking she must be napping. He only intended to peek in at her and then he'd go ahead and fry the chicken himself.

He looked in her open door. An old George Strait tune was softly playing on that little Pill thing of hers. She looked so beautiful and so sweet curled up on the bed sound asleep. In her arms she cradled a framed photo of herself and Daryl Dixon.

He knew then what he had to do. He couldn't just let this go on, he loved her too much. He wanted her but even more than that he wanted her to be happy. He knew better than anyone there was only one man that was ever going to make her happy.

He was going to make it his mission to find Daryl Dixon for her.

A/N If you think it was long, well believe me there's so much more I wanted to include. We'll find out more about what Daryl went through in the next chapter, and how our supporting players did as well. Thanks so much. I would really appreciate hearing your thoughts on this one, please comment / review.

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