I didn't stand around any much longer because I knew the next thing that would come out of my mouth wouldn't be good. I ran out the house ignoring the woman that was calling me to come back. I didn't care if her pa saw me; all I know is that I needed to get out of there. Once outside, I saw my motorcycle parked in the driveway; I hopped on it and drove off not looking back. I was pulling up into the drive way of my old beaten up trailer. As soon as I got off the bike, I breathe a sigh of relief. At least now that crazy girl or her dad won't be able to find me. I opened door and was shocked to see Merle just lounging on couch.

"Merle, what the hell are you doing here?." Wasn't he supposed to be in prison? Don't tell me escaped now. Merle was shocked to see me but a smirk appeared on his face.

"Well, if it isn't my baby brother. Is this how you greet me after running off with that blonde bimbo?"

"What da hell are you talkin about?" Blonde, the only blonde that came to mind was the one he woke up next to this morning. How the hell did he know if he was referring to that girl .

"Are you okay? Did ya finally come to yer senses and stop playing fairytale?"

"I ain't ever played fairytale with no women and I don't know what you're talkin about."

"Well, how about we go down to the bar and get ourselves a drink?" Merle suggested. He got off the couch getting ready to head for the door. Drinking? Drinking seemed to be the thing that put him in this mess. Unlike his brother, Daryl preferred to stay away from trouble.

"Nah, I'm just gonna stay here," I said.

"Suit yer yourself, Darylina." Merle said before he left. Once merle was gone, I checked my phone. I almost threw it the ground when I saw what the background picture was. It was of him, the blonde girl, and the little girl smiling together. Who the hell was playing this kind of sick joke on him? I was going to delete the picture when I saw that the time read 9:15 a.m. , holy shit I'm late for work.

I got on my bike and drove straight to work. As I was heading to work I couldn't help but think what a crazy day it's been so far. First, merle is out of prison and I still don't know how. Second, I woke up next to a customer's daughter. Could this day get any worse, I thought to myself. It seems like my thoughts were answered because when I pulled up to the shop it was closed. What the hell? Dale usually came in around 6:00 a.m., so why was the store closed. As soon as I got off my bike, I was greeted by Martinez.

"You're late, can you open the shop so we can get started already?" he asked. Open the shop? I don't own this damn shop. Was this guy high or something?

"You know I don't own this damn store. Where is Dale?" I asked.

"Man, you need to lay of the liquor. Dale died 4 years ago and he gave the shop to you. Now, can you please open the shop before customers come?" I looked around and saw most of the guys I worked with looking at me. I didn't know what to do because I didn't have the key and what did he mean by four years had passed. I didn't have much time to think because a truck pulled to the shop. I nearly shit myself when I saw the young woman from earlier step out of the vehicle.

"Hey, Martinez. I see the shop is still not open because someone forgot their keys," the woman said holding up the keys in her hand.

"Thanks, Beth." Martinez said before walking over to her and taking the keys, but before he left he whispered something in her ears. Once he was gone, the young woman ,who name is Beth, walked up to me.

"Are you okay?" she asked while putting her hand on my face. I moved away quickly causing her hand to drop to her side. I could see hurt appear on her face but it quickly disappeared.

"Daryl, what's wrong with you? You can tell me," she said stepping closer.

" I don't know what you want from me girl?" I said. She couldn't just pretend that this morning never happened.

"What I want is for you is to tell me what's wrong?" She said.

"What's wrong is I slept with you and if yer father sees me talking to you, I'm going to be a dead man." Her response made me confused because she started to laugh as if I had told a joke,

"Honey, I don't think my father would say something to a married couple."

Married? When the hell did I get married? Was I in some alternate timeline or I did I jump into the future. I shook all those crazy thoughts from my head and said,

"Look, I don't want to play any games. I know I didn't marry any 19 year old, so can you please stay away from me."

"Daryl, stop acting like this" she said with a serious look on her face.

"Acting like what? It was a one night stand and that's all it's ever gonna be. I don't love you and we aint married."

"Fine," she said before storming off to her car and driving off. Once she was out of sight, I let out a sigh that I didn't know that I had been holding. Married? Dixons don't get married especially since everyone in town think we're nothing but low-life rednecks. I decided not to think any further on that, but to think about what Martinez said earlier. Dale was dead, that couldn't be true. I was just speaking to him the other day. Instead of heading inside the shop for work, I decided to go pay dale a visit instead. I been to this man house once or twice but I remember where it was exactly. All I know it was a small home similar to a cabin. I pulled in front of the house, making sure to park my bike next to the mailbox.

I knocked on the door and waited but no one answered. I tried calling his phone, but it was no longer in service. I tried knocking again expecting a different outcome, but I got the same reply. Before leaving I saw a sign that said Foreclosure. After seeing that sign, I don't know what came over me but I kicked the sign down and began to destroy things that were around me. I grew tired and fell on the ground. It wasn't long before I heard the police sirens approaching. I didn't feel like making a move because I didn't do anything wrong. This house was abandoned so I wasn't trespassing.

I heard a car park and the crunch of someone's boots stepping in the grass. The figure stood over me. The figure was none other than Sheriff Rick Grimes. I felt like laughing at how horrible this day was getting.

"Daryl, I didn't think it would be you. I got a call that a crazy man was destroying things in front of an abandoned home. I just didn't think that man would be you." Sheriff grimes looked a little different than the last time I saw him. The last time I saw him his face was bare, but now he had a full beard. He continued to look at me waiting for a response but once he saw I wasn't going to speak he said,

"I'm going to give you a warning, since I know you have a 4 year old girl waiting at home for you and I don't want to change her perception of you. I-"

"So, it's true…" I said interrupting him.

"What's true?" He asked now confused.

"Dale's dead."

"If you are you referring to the man that used to own this home, then yes." He looked like he wanted to say something else but he decided not to. He just told me not come here again or else he's going to have to take me in. As soon as he was gone, I got up and got on my bike. I headed back to the old trailer hoping that Merle wasn't there. When I got home I saw that merle still wasn't back. At least one thing is going my way.

I'm in the future. I'm really in the future; I didn't know who to talk to about this. I could talk to Merle but he wouldn't believe me. Sheriff grimes would probably think I'm on some drug and definitely take me in. The only option I had left was Beth, who was my "wife". I didn't feel like finding her because how shitty I treated her earlier. I decided I was going to wait it out; maybe this is just one shitty dream.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As far as this story is going I don't think it's going to be very long, probably 10 or 9 chapters. I'm still trying to figure it out. I hoped you enjoyed it. Also, I like feedback and if you have any critiques please tell me.