.: Daryl | Age 31 *Present* :.
The old wooden fence I was walkin' along seemed to stretch on for miles up ahead, curvin' with the rise an' fall of the green Georgia hills. To my left an' right, there was nothin' but fields of grass, rollin' on forever with no end in sight. I didn't really know where I was, but it felt right... It felt like home.
Suddenly, up ahead I could see a tall willow tree. It's branches were droopin' almost all the way to the ground, covered in fuzzy lookin' light green Moss. It was the only tree around, and it's roots sat right up against the line of the fence... It looked real familiar to me. I felt like I'd seen that tree a million times...
It wasn't till I looked to my right and saw that old blue house I grew up in off in the distance, planted right in the middle of the field, that I realized why that tree looked so familiar to me.
The porch light was on, but the windows were dark... My old truck wasn't in the driveway, and neither was Merle's motorcycle or my piece'a shit father's ratty SUV. It was just a dead shell of a house that never deserved to be called a home, a dark place I ran away from so many nights of my life...
"Daryl!"
A soft voice called out my name, one that I'd heard almost all my life. When I turned my head, I could see Raelyn standin' underneath that willow tree, waitin' on me like she always used to when we were just kids, runnin' around causin' trouble. But she didn't look like a little kid, not in the least... She looked exactly how I remembered seein' her last; a grown woman, with long, wavy golden hair that fell down to her waist, bright green eyes and a thin, cute button nose. She looked like an Angel on earth, and I felt a warmness fill my heart.
She smiled at me as she crossed her thin, tan arms over her chest and leaned her back against the trunk of the willow, and I felt myself smilin' back as a cool breeze passed through, brushin' her long hair over her shoulder and into her eyes. Raelyn reached up with both hands and combed the fly away strands backwards and outta her face, but this time... It wasn't her...
There was a dead, rotted mound of flesh where Rae had once been, her blonde hair matted in dirt an' blood, her tank top and jeans ripped and dingy. She snarled, staggerin' closer to me, but I stumbled backwards, fallin' to the ground.
"Son of a bitch...!" I heard myself growl as the thing that used to be Rae crawled toward me, screechin' an' howlin' somethin' awful, tryin' to get a bite outta my leg as I kicked 'er away.
I crawled backwards, frantically pattin' the ground for somethin' sharp, anything... When my finger tips grazed a decent sized stone, I gripped it, threw my arm up, and smashed the rock down in the corpse's skull.
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My breath caught in my throat as my body jolted itself awake, an' suddenly I was back in real life... Propped high up in a pine tree, twisted up in these damn branches like human origami, just to get a few hours of sleep knowin' I wouldn't get eaten alive. I groaned at the feelin' of one of the sharp, twiggy branches jabbin' me in the ribs, an' shifted my weight as best I could.
Below me, I could hear a scratchin' sound, followed by some low gurgles... I didn't even have to look down to know what it was, but I did, anyhow. Just as I thought, one of those geeks was at the base of the trunk, scrapin' it's dirty, disgustin' fingernails against the bark. It's cloudy eyes were locked on mine, and bloody drool seeped from its mouth as it growled up at me.
I frowned as I yanked my crossbow from its strap on my back, an' squinted one eye as I aimed the point of the arrow right between that dead thing's eyes. With a pull of the trigger, the arrow was launched and stuck in the walker's skull, killin' it instantly. The body crumpled to the ground, and I stared down at my arrow for a minute before decidin' I'd wait till mornin' to get it. Too much hassle right now, climbin' up an' down this tree... I just wanted another hour or two of some kinda sleep.
I closed my eyes an' tried my best to get comfortable, but my mind was just too busy. That walker just got me thinkin'... It was the first one I'd seen up in these woods. That wasn't really a good sign... Meant they were runnin' outta food in the city, so they were travelin' up into the hills in search of it. Probably feedin' on critters in the woods to survive, but I just hoped and prayed they wouldn't get their hands on our camp.
An' as if that wasn't troublin' enough in itself, I just couldn't stop thinkin' about Raelyn... Hell, I was even startin' to dream about 'er now, an' I never really was one to dream when I slept. I hated not knowin' if she was okay, or even alive, or what she had to go through that I couldn't protect 'er from... I knew she was a tough girl, I'd seen her throw down an' kick ass on more than one occasion. But this world was rippin' everyone apart, even the people who had been trained in the army for years to deal with situations like these were taken out in just a matter of days by this plague of death. The rest of us were just the lucky ones who lived to see another day, an' the streak of luck was just draggin' on an' on... Who knows when our times will come? All we could do was live day to day.
I opened my eyes an' stared at the moonlight shinin' in through the branches of the pine tree. A sigh left my lungs as I tried to push Raelyn's face outta my head, but I knew damn well nothin' would keep 'er out. She was burned into my memories, every last little bit of 'er, an' she was there to stay for as long as I lived.
Even after three long months of bein' separated from her, I could still hear her twangy voice, an' hear her cute, raspy laugh, an' see the attitude in 'er eyes when she didn't like somethin' me or Merle said to 'er... I could still smell that sweet, fruity scented Victoria's Secret perfume I'd gotten 'er for 'er birthday (With the help of the lady in the store... She pretty much picked it out for me an' gave me the box, an' I never breathed a word... I never was the best shoppin' for people, 'specially not a woman.), an' I could almost feel the warm, lingerin' hugs she gave me when we were sayin' hello or goodbye... I missed that girl somethin' awful. No matter how hard I tried to forget 'er, she hung onto my heart somehow an' tore it to pieces.
Why'd we leave 'er in that damn truck? I shoulda just ignored Merle's loud yammerin', drove right past that gas station and got us all the hell outta there... Maybe then my best friend... Hell, my only friend, would still be here. Maybe this woulda all been different...
I clenched my jaw an' closed my eyes again, tryin' to think about somethin' else. My thoughts raced to the deer I was trackin' through these woods, but that just made me think of the time I taught Rae to shoot a rifle when she was 16. A smirk curved my lips as I remembered the look on 'er face when she accidentally peppered a hole into the side of Mr. Jackson's old barn, but luckily we never got caught for it.
No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get that girl outta my mind... My thoughts jumped from the time I first saw her little head of white-blonde hair out in the woods behind my house, to the time she beat Mitch Wilson's face in for shit talkin' my momma when I was in the 10th grade, to just three days before this zombie outbreak, when we'd been drinkin' at my apartment like we always did on the weekends... An' I kissed 'er.
That night, I planned on spillin' my guts to Rae. I mean, tellin' 'er how I really felt about 'er, how I'd always felt ever since I'd been old enough to understand... But I pussied out at the last second, left 'er hangin'. Didn't talk to 'er for two days, but I was just... Just...
All right, hell. I'll just say it. I was scared shitless. I'd never cared for anyone before, besides my brother, an' that ain't the same. With Raelyn, though... She was somethin' else. She was always in my thoughts, and when she was around I just felt... Calm.
But, she wasn't around, no more...I shoulda just told Raelyn how I felt... But it was too late. She was gone, and she'd never know... And I knew that was somethin' I'd just have to learn to accept.
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.: Raelyn | Age 27 *Present* :.
"Disoriented... I guess that word comes closest."
We all hung on Rick's every word as he explained how he survived wakin' up alone in an abandoned hospital to the group of us sittin' around the smolderin' campfire. Lori, his wife, clung to his arm, her head on his shoulder. His little boy, Carl, sat snuggly in his lap, a thin blanket wrapped around all three of them.
It was dark up in those hills, and it was cold as hell, even with our campfires. They were only embers, though, just for safety... Low visibility. From what I'd heard, it was one of Shane's "rules". Honestly, I didn't give a damn what that shady mother fucker said, but I figured I'd just keep my opinions to myself an' go with the flow for now. Last thing I needed was to cause trouble around the only sane people I'd seen in months.
I tugged my faded red flannel around my body and inched closer to the burnin' embers, keepin' a sly eye on Shane's face from across the glowin' orange coals. He was starin' at Rick, who was still explainin' how he felt walkin' all alone through the streets lined with crashed cars and dead bodies wrapped in bloodstained sheets. Shane's dark eyes were almost spiteful, and his jaw was tensely set.
Every now and then, I noticed Lori flash her green eyes over to his as Rick spoke, and they held each other's gaze for a brief second before tearin' away again. I could tell there was somethin' goin' on between those two, it was so obvious in their body language toward one another. But, Rick didn't seem to notice, and I didn't feel like it was really my place to say nothin'.
When there was a pause in Rick's story, Carl turned his blue-eyed stare up to his dad's face, and whispered, "Mom said you died..."
Instantly, Lori's eyes widened in shock at what her son just announced to the group of us around the fire. She quickly looked to Rick, seemingly speechless as she struggled to find the words to explain, but he stopped her with a reassurin' smile.
"She had every reason to believe that, Carl..." Rick said, kissin' the little boy on top of his head, then turnin' and doin' the same for Lori.
She kept her eyes low, but once again I could see her flashin' a glance to Shane across the embers. She almost looked angry, and Shane couldn't hold her eyes for long before starin' at the ground in front of him, almost in shame.
Finally, I couldn't take sittin' quietly anymore, and asked the question that had been on my mind since Glenn and I pulled up to camp, "I don't mean to interupt, but... Where's Daryl?"
There was a brief pause around the fire, and as I glanced around at everyone's faces, they all looked the same... Anxious, shiftin' their eyes all around, until Dale warily spoke up.
"Oh, he went on another one of his little hunting trips..." He told me, tryin' to give me a comfortin' smile, but I could read the uneasiness right through it, "He should be back tomorrow sometime. It's been two days, after all."
I sighed, feelin' a little deflated as I glanced over my shoulder, takin' in the thick, dark trees behind me. "Okay... I guess I can wait one more day."
"I tell ya, it's hard to imagine Daryl having any friends." Dale said, and I could see Amy and Andrea noddin' in agreement from next to him, "Especially not a pretty girl like you, Raelyn."
I felt a stiff half-smile spread onto my lips as I nodded in Dale's direction. I never really was any good at acceptin' compliments.
Suddenly, Glenn's voice piped up from my left, and I turned my head to look at him, "That's exactly what I said. Well, minus the pretty girl part. I mean, n-not that you're not pretty, Rae-"
I found myself gigglin' at the awkwardly nervous way Glenn was stammerin' for his words, and reached out to pat his shoulder.
"Relax, Glenn." I told him with a smirk as I raised my eyebrow, and he let out a long exhale.
From behind me, I could hear footsteps in the grass, and turned my upper body to see Morales makin' his way over to the fire from his tent, where his wife and kids had just gone to sleep.
"Speaking of Mr. Dixon..." He grumbled while takin' a seat next to T-Dog, "How are we gonna tell him about Merle...?"
Silence fell around the group of us. No one had an answer, not even me. I could tell these people already knew exactly how short tempered Daryl was, only from spendin' a few months with him.
"Well, I don't know," Dale finally sighed, furrowin' his thick eyebrows in a worrisome way, "But I think we all know he's not going to take it well. Merle's his brother..."
"I dropped the key," I suddenly looked to T-Dog, who had boldy spoken up, "I'll tell him. It was my responsibility."
"I cuffed him," Rick countered, like they were battlin' for an item at auction, "That puts it on me."
"Guys, it's not a competition..." Glenn informed the two of them in a grumble, before turnin' to T-Dog and gingerly addin' in, "I don't mean to bring race into this, but... It might sound better coming from a white guy."
"He's kinda got a point there, Tee." I agreed as T-Dog glanced over to me with a frown.
"I did what I did..." He mumbled as he glanced around at all of us, "Hell if I'm gonna hide from it."
"We could lie?" Amy offered up enthusiastically from where she was huddled up close to Andrea, and the older woman shook her head.
"Or tell the truth." She corrected her younger sister, "Merle was out of control. Something had to be done, or he would have gotten us killed... I'm sure even Rae could agree with that."
I nodded as I met Andrea's blue eyed gaze from across the glowin' fire, then turned to Rick and his family, specifically focusin' on Lori. "Ma'am, Merle's a good friend of mine, if you can believe it... Almost like a brother. But your husband did what was right, and if Merle got left behind... Well, that ain't nobody's fault but Merle's."
My words seemed to give mostly everyone comfort, save for Shane who just seemed like he didn't give a shit about nothin' but what was goin' on inside his own head. I knew what I was sayin' was true, but thinkin' about Merle chained to that metal pipe up on that rooftop made me sick to my stomach. I started regrettin' leavin' him there alone, wishin' I woulda stayed with him, and maybe things woulda happened differently. Maybe he'd be sittin' here with us, and I wouldn't feel quite so outta place...
"... And that's what we tell Daryl?" Dale's skeptical voice brought me outta my thoughts and back to reality, watchin' as the older man turned his head over his shoulder to peer into the woods, then lowered his voice as he started speakin' to us again, "Word to the wise... We're gonna have our hands full when he comes back from this hunt."
Glancin' at the worry washin' over everyone's faces basked in the glow of the weak campfire, I let out a stressful sigh and ran my hands through my long, ratty hair.
"Now, ya'll, just relax." I said, and everyone turned their attention to me, "Yes, I know Daryl Dixon is a stubborn, hot-headed, loud-mouthed son of a bitch, and no, he ain't gonna take this news very well..." I paused and felt myself cringe a little as I imagined just what his reaction was gonna be like, "But, if he gets real rowdy, let me handle him."
Across the fire, I caught Shane rollin' his eyes, but I chose to ignore it. I wasn't gonna let that guy's pathetic ego get under my skin.
There was just quiet for a minute or two, nothin' but the crickets and the soft cracklin' of the embers, before T-Dog spoke up again, his voice soundin' distant.
"I was scared... I ran," He said, his eyes glued to the glowin' coals, "I'm not ashamed of it."
Andrea suddenly turned to look at him, then said, "We were all scared... We all ran." She paused to scrunch her thin blonde eyebrows together in confusion before askin', "What's your point...?"
T-Dog leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees, lickin' his lips before startin' to explain, "I stopped long enough to chain that door to the roof... Hallway was real narrow, not many geeks could fit. Maybe half a dozen or so at one time... That's not enough weight to break through it. Not that chain, n-not that padlock." T-Dog waited a second for us all to absorb this information, and I clung to his every word as he gravely spoke again, his voice low, "My point? Dixon's alive. And he's still up there, handcuffed to that roof. That's on us."
T-Dog's grim words struck somethin' deep in my heart, a sorta pain that made me sickeningly numb throughout my entire body. He stood up from the fire and silently disappeared into his tent, leavin' the rest of us with his heavy feelin' of guilt. I pulled my knees tightly to my chest, wrappin' my arms around them and buryin' my face in the sleeves of my flannel.
I tried my best not to think about Merle, and instead mentally willed Daryl to make his way back to camp as soon as possible...
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My first night sleepin' at camp was restless and uncomfortable. Jackie and T-Dog had some extra room and a sleepin' bag in their tent, so even though it was a little awkward, I hunkered down there until mornin'.
When Jackie and T-Dog stirred with the early mornin' sunlight, I kept my back facin' them and pretended to be asleep, just listenin' to the two of 'em shufflin' around the tent. They quietly whispered to each other and kept their footsteps light, until finally I heard the sharp sound of the door's zipper slidin' upward. Jackie and T-Dog walked outta the tent, zipped the door closed again, and then it was quiet.
I sat up in my sleepin' bag, lettin' out a sigh as I listened to the light chatterin' from the camp's people outside the tent. Still, I didn't hear Daryl's distinct, raspy southern drawl... My stomach dropped a little in disappointment, and a part of me just wanted to stay hidden inside until he came back. But I knew I couldn't do that, so I reluctantly kicked the sleepin' bag off my legs and stood up.
As I stretched my arms upward, feelin' the ache in all my overworked muscles from the hell I had gone through the day before, I noticed a small stack of folded clothes next to me. A note was sittin' right on top, and I squinted at the paper as I bent down to snatch it up.
"Here's some clean clothes. We tried to find some that we thought would fit you best... Bring you other clothes out after you change so we can get them cleaned up for you. - Jackie (:"
I smiled a little at the scribbly handwritin' that was so obviously a woman's... It was almost motherly, and it comforted me in some sorta way. So, I dropped the note onto the ground and quickly stripped outta my worn out jeans and black tank top. When the grizzly, horrible lookin' scar on my side came into my view, I froze. It made me sick to my stomach to look at it and remember how it happened, the risen pink skin in the shape of teeth marks... It felt so strange and foreign, almost numb as my finger tips softly grazed the surface...
My breaths were ragged as I scrambled to pull the clean gray t-shirt on that Jackie had left me, hidin' the gruesome bite mark from my eyes and calmin' my nerves just slightly. I ran my tremblin' hands through my hair and let out an exhale before snatchin' the pair of khaki shorts and tuggin' 'em up my long, tan legs, and surprisingly they fit me pretty well. My socks and weathered black converse low tops were next, and then I grabbed my dirty clothes, reached for the tent's zipper, and prepared myself for some social interaction that I wasn't too thrilled about...
Me and other people usually didn't mix too well, but I figured I had to change myself a little in this new world, or I might not get too much further in one piece.
Makin' my way out past all the tents and into the main part of camp, I could see that maybe half of the survivors were up and about. Most of the women were bustlin' around with clothes and dishes in their arms, and some of the men were carryin' in firewood and settin' it up to burn. So far, I didn't see any of the kids.
"Good mornin', Raelyn." a gentle voice greeted me, and I glanced in front of me to see Carol, one of the mothers I'd briefly been introduced to the night before. She was standin' at a fold out table, sortin' through a pile of damp shirts and pants. "How'd you sleep?"
I stifled a yawn as I approached the woman with the short, buzz cut hairstyle, then shrugged my shoulders before replyin', "All right, I guess. I got a lot on my mind..."
My eyes drifted out toward the tree line, before Carol spoke up again and brought my attention back to her smilin' face, "You're thinkin' of Daryl, huh?"
I felt my cheeks warm up to a rosie pink color, and Carol's smile widened.
"Yea..." I admitted as I awkwardly reached out and fiddled with the limp collar on one of those damp shirts, "I haven't seen him in three months. I'm pretty anxious."
"Well, I can't blame you." Carol sighed, "I can only imagine what you've had to go through to get here."
I nodded my head as gruesome memories of travelin' alone through the creepy abandoned towns and walker-infested country side of Georgia flooded my mind. I had been tryin' so hard to get to Atlanta, where I thought Daryl and Merle would be for sure... My hunch was sorta right, even though I only found Merle and he regretfully got left behind...
"I'm real lucky," I told Carol, and she gave me a slightly puzzled look, "Lucky to have been in the right place at the right time, I mean... I honestly thought I was gonna die in that department store, before Glenn and Officer friendly came along."
She suddenly reached out to touch my arm, which caught me slightly off guard, but I did my best not to stiffen up. "I'm happy you found your way home."
Carol's gentle words and kind gestures suddenly calmed my nerves, and for a moment I felt genuinely welcome... That is, until Shane came waltzin' up the hill toward his jeep, passin' right by the table Carol and I were standin' at.
"Mornin' Carol." Shane quietly greeted the woman next to me, who just nodded before droppin' her eyes down to the clothes, almost like she was bein' scolded. When Shane turned his eyes to me, they suddenly got a little more intense, and his tone sharpened up, "Rae."
He curtly nodded at me, but I didn't do anything to acknowledge him. Only narrowed my eyes in his direction, just enough for him to see I wasn't buyin' his alpha-male bullshit.
"I'm headin' out to get the water, ya'll." Shane loudly announced to the camp, "I'll be back in a little while. Remember the buddy system, please, people!"
Everyone sorta just nodded and waved him away, seemin' like they all just let him think he was in charge of what they did. I frowned, knowin' that wouldn't fly with me for long. I was happy when I saw that guy climb into his jeep, start the engine, and tear down the side of the hill, kickin' up dust behind the tires as he gained distance.
"Jeez, how the hell do you put up with that douche?" I asked Carol in a quiet grumble as I tossed my dirty clothes into an empty laundry basket, along with a few more that needed washed, and followed her through camp. "I've been here less than 24 hours and I already wanna kick his teeth in."
Carol sighed as she led me past the cookin' area, down around the RV, and through a long path in the trees that led to an old rock quary. The sight of the bright turquoise water made me nervous, but I tried to ignore it and focus on Carol's voice instead.
"Shane is a troubled man." She explained to me sadly, "He has no one left. No family, no children. I think he tries to maintain order and authority within the group to give himself some purpose."
I quietly scoffed, havin' trouble feelin' sympathy for that guy. "Well, I can take care of myself. He doesn't need to watch over whatever I do, and I ain't afraid to make that known."
Before Carol could reply, we were greeted by Amy, Andrea, and Jackie, who all sat at the quary's edge, barefoot with their pant legs rolled to their knees. Piles of clothes sat in front of them, some wet and some dry, and they scrubbed the dirt off the ones soakin' in the water with thick, bristly brushes.
"Mornin', ladies." Andrea said as she reached up to wipe the sweat from her forehead with her arm, then squinted into the bright mornin' sunlight as Carol and I got closer.
"Good mornin'." Carol returned her greetin', and I just nodded and stiffly smiled at the three women. I kicked my shoes and socks off to the side before takin' a seat next to Amy, who smiled warmly my way.
"Did ya sleep all right last night, Rae?" Jackie asked me as she dipped her brush in the water, then started scrubbin' a pant leg, "I hope T-Dog's snorin' didn't keep ya awake."
I forced a smile over at the woman while I shook my head, and accepted a brush bein' passed down to me from Andrea. "Nah, I slept just fine, thank ya." I said, even though that was a total lie, but it wasn't 'cause of T-Dog's snorin'.
"I sure do miss my old Maytag washer..." Carol groaned as she fiercely scrubbed a muddy grass stain out of a pair of jeans, "Worked so much better than this cold quary water..."
"I hear ya, girl." Jackie agreed as she dunked a shirt underneath the water, then wrung out all the moisture. "I miss my coffee maker..."
The sound of hot coffee instantly made my mouth water. I used to drink three cups each mornin' when I had my job at the diner a few years ago. They always stuck me with the breakfast shift, and I had just turned 21, so needless to say I didn't sleep much. That job fed my addiction to the caffeine, but that was somethin' I obviously had to ween myself of in this new primal world. Coffee and cigarettes.
Amy let out a sigh as she wrung out a sweater and then tossed it in the clean pile, "I miss my cell phone. Texting... Facebook!" She groaned as she sluggishly picked up a pair of shorts, dunkin' them in the water.
"I miss my vibrator." Andrea bluntly added in, droppin' all our jaws and coaxin' some cacklin' laughter from down the line.
I smirked around the group of ladies when our laughter died down before pipin' up, "Me, too."
Andrea gasped and lightly shoved my shoulder as Jackie raised her eyebrows at me, and Amy's face turned bright red.
"Raelyn, you bad girl!" Andrea joked, and I heard Carol giggle as I shamelessly shrugged my shoulders, and went about scrubbin' the dirt outta my own pair of jeans.
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"Do you think Channing Tatum is still alive?" Amy wondered aloud as she glanced at me. We were followin' behind the older women, a basket of clean but damp clothes in each of our arms, "Or Jake Gyllenhaal?"
"Lord, girl, I hope so." I answered her with a smile, "Us girls can only dream, right?"
Amy giggled as we approached camp, and I followed her to a sunny spot where there were clothes lines strung through the branches of the bushes.
"All I know is I've got dibs on Channing." The teen girl joked with a grin as we set our baskets down and started pinnin' the damp clothes to the line to dry.
It was quiet for a few seconds before Amy asked me, "So... You and Daryl, huh?"
I paused as I raised my eyebrow at her, holdin' a shirt in my hands, "What about me and Daryl?" She didn't even have to say anything. I could tell what Amy was implyin' just by the mischievous smirk on her heart shaped face, "No, no. It ain't like that."
I continued to go about hangin' the clothes up to dry, squintin' my eyes in the bright sun as I reached for more clothes pins, but I could feel Amy's eyes on me.
"But you want it to be." She said as if she were askin' me, but really she was observin' me.
My face turned bright red as the teenager raised her eyebrows at me and nodded her head. I was thinkin' about denyin' it, but hell, who was I kiddin'?
"Is it really that obvious?" I asked Amy.
"A little, yea." The teenager replied honestly, "But it's cute... I think you guys would be cute together, even though I can't really picture Daryl exactly caring about anyone..."
I smiled a little and rolled my eyes lightly. I couldn't blame the girl, she didn't know him like I did. She only knew the stubborn, aggressive, hot-headed Daryl that most people didn't dare fuck with.
But there was another side to that man that only I knew, a sweet, carin' human being with a funny sense of humor that always made me laugh, even in my worst mood.
I could only hope that this world hadn't erased that side from him completely...
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To be continued...
AN:: yay, update! I know, I lied, I'm sorry... Daryl WILL be in the next chapter, this one was just getting a little longer and I'm so tired D:
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