Mackynzie POV

Last night had been a helluva night...head was pounding from that massive hangover I had...Ugh...Drank way too much...But I didn't give a flying fuck. I saw Daryl slip into Savannah's room last night. Didn't see him come out, which was a good sign. Savannah is good for my big brother. He seemed...happy. Happier than I have ever seen him in our whole lives.

I walked to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee that had been put on and then added some milk and sugar. I couldn't remember the last time I had a cup of coffee...My head was still killing me...but the creamy smooth coffee took my mind off of it a bit.

"Mornin"

"Mornin" I smirked back at Rick as he entered the room

"Sleep well?"

"Yup. Like a big baby. Head hurts like a bitch now though"

He chuckled "Well that's what booze does to a person. Here" Rick threw over a bottle of aspirin in which I caught

"Thank the fuckin lord. You are a lifesaver" I took one out of the bottle and popped one into my mouth.

"No problem…" He smiled "I'm curious, what did you do before all these things happened?"

"If you really want ta know. I was a waitress on piss poor pay. Lived in a dump of a house with my dad until...well….lets say some shit went down...Wasn't pleasant…So...I moved ran away from home with my brother...He took a job as a motorcycle mechanic and I continued to serve drinks…Merle had been thrown in jail for meth dealing. Idiot..."

"I see...how did you get separated from him?" Rick's eyes furrowed

"Daryl went looking for Merle, I went along with him, until we all got separated from a herd of walkers...I was on my own for quite a while"

"Well you seemed to have done a damn good job on your own. You seem like a strong woman"

"I'm a Dixon. Course I am" I smirked at him giggling and he laughed

"Yes you Dixon's are incredibly stubborn and strong. Your brother, Daryl he's a good guy, despite what most might think of him"

I smiled "I'm glad you think that way. Most people won't even give us a chance, just cuz we are a bunch of "rednecks"...I hate that word…"

"Well you're not a redneck. You're a person, same as all of us"

Thank you Rick. I preciate that"

"Do you miss him? Your dad?"

*flashback*

I walked home from work that night, having had a very late night. I hated my job...It was piss poor pay and I had to be around those damn pigs of customers...but it was better than being at home…

It was dark outside, usually I would have been home by now, but I had taken a late shift today. Hopefully Daryl would be home by the time I was there…

I slowly opened the door to the house, trying to make sure I was quiet as possible. I didn't want to wake the old man...Then some shit would go down and I really didn't want to go through that…

The old man was sitting on his chair...passed out obviously and snoring loudly. I went into my room and quickly slipped out of my clothes and into a t-shirt and shorts. It was incredibly hot as usual, being in Georgia and all.

I lay down on my bed and sighed. What a day...I can't wait until I make enough to get out of this shit hole. I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

I immediately woke up as I heard the door creaking open, it was dark so I couldn't see who it was. A first I thought it might have been Daryl but...the figure was too big...Dad…

He stumbled his way over to me and threw something at me, I didn't know what, but it hurt like hell as it hit me in he head, disorienting me and knocking me off the bed. He came over to me, hitting my body over and over again. I tried to squirm away and crawl but a sharp pain stabbed into my back and cut along my skin. I screamed loudly as I felt a knife cut its way down my back, preventing me from getting away.

Blood dripped down my face and into my eyes, blurring my vision and my whole body was in agony. I could hear the ripping sound as his knife cut through my clothes. He had always beaten me, there hadn't been a moment where he wouldn't, but he had never gone this far. I guess he assumed that this was the last way he could dominate me...Right then I wished I was a man..nay...I wished I was dead…

Suddenly Daryl came in the room, having been out late. He rushed into the room and pulled him off of me, and what it looked like, him beating our old man senseless. However, that was when the old man remembered about the knife and started to stab towards Daryl.

Daryl used all of his strength to push him away, and thats when he pulled the gun. He aimed it and quickly shot our father in the knee, earning a guttural scream as he collapsed to the floor.

Daryl quickly ran over to me, kneeling next to me…

"Everythings going to be a'right k baby girl? Just hold on" he said frantically as he scooped me up in his arms.

Thats when everything faded into darkness…

I scoffed "Hell na. Glad the fat bastard died…"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up…" Rick frowned

"S'okay...I just...rather not talk about that..Sorry…" I sighed

"I understand. Some things bring up bad memories. I won't pester ya fo them" he smiled lightly

I smiled, finishing off my coffee "Well I think I'm going to take a shower. See you later" I smiled weakly and walked off

"See you later Mac"