NEW STORY! THIS IS A LONG ONE, SO HOLD ON!

Buck Dixon stepped out into the sunlight from the darkness of the prison walls, smirking as he felt the warmth on his face. Finally, he was a free man again. Time to set his plan in motion.

Buck looked around the parking lot, and saw a truck waiting, a small man waiting outside, looking very nervous. Buck smirked as he walked up to the truck, and chuckled to himself as the man wiped his hands on his pants before holding a hand out to Buck to shake.

"Buck, hey how are ya?!"

Buck glared at the man as he ignored his hand. "you know exactly how the fuck I am Axel."

Axel gulped. "man you know I didn't think they would actually take what I said to court!"

Buck shook his head. "get in the fuckin' car, and drive."

Axel nodded and quickly walked around to his side as Buck got in. Axel started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot, headed towards the highway.

Axel looked over at Buck. "so where are we headed?"

Buck stared at Axel long enough for him to get nervous, before he spoke. "Winthrop."

Axel blinked for a moment. "Winthrop? That shitty little town? Ain't that the one ya got arrested in?"

Buck smacked Axel hard across the back of his head.

"yeah, and I got arrested because of you asshole! I had shit to do there, and ya fucked it up bad. Now I gotta get back there."

Axel rubbed at the back of his head. "god damn ya almost popped my eyeballs out!"

Buck growled as he looked at Axel. "my woman died because of you. My sons have spent the last 16 years in fear and pain because of you."

Axel went silent before stammering out his response. "i..i didn't know you had a woman...or sons."

Buck snorted. "like I would tell you, ya filthy cockroach. My woman died because I wasn't there to protect her, and now my sons are in danger. Now get me to fuckin' Winthrop, and I'll let you live. Did you bring what I told ya too?"

Axel nodded quickly, reaching into the backseat and pulling up a bag. Buck opened it, and counted the money out, checking the papers to make sure the numbers matched to what he expected, checking the keys and laptop before pulling out a phone.

Buck dialed a number by heart.

"Dale Horvath? This is Buck Dixon. I'm out."

THETRUEFATHER

Dale Horvath hung up the phone, shaking his head as he looked up to the other man entering the room.

"you'll never believe who I just got off the phone with."

Hershel Greene raised an eyebrow as he sat down. "you said one of my take downs was back out on the street, who is it?"

Dale leaned back in his chair. "Buck Dixon."

Hershel sighed. "yes, it has been 16 years hasn't it. Well what's he doing?"

Dale shrugged. "he's coming back to Winthrop, told me he's looking for his sons."

Hershel eyed Dale. "i hunted that man for 7 years, he was one of the most successful bank robbers the united states has ever seen. And I never found any information leading me to think he had sons."

Dale sighed. "i don't know, all I do know is he's following the protocol to the line. he seems to be taking his parole seriously."

Hershel scoffed. "i bet you 100$ that Buck will be back to robbing, within the next few months."

Dale shrugged. "I'll take that bet."

the two men shook on their bet, neither of them realizing just how wrong they were.

THETRUEFATHER

Buck looked at the house as he pulled up. It was dark green with white trim, and had a large peach tree in the front yard, with the forest curling around the house. Buck got out of the truck, taking his bag with him.

Axel rolled down the window to talk to Buck. "hey man, Negan is looking to put the crew back together."

Buck turned and reached thru the window, dragging Axel across the seat and choking him against the door frame. Axel panicked, looking up at Buck with wide eyes. Buck eyed him with anger.

"you go back to Negan, and you tell him that if I ever fuckin' see him, or anyone lookin' ta put together a crew again, I will fuckin' kill them. Got it?!"

Buck threw Axel back across the truck, the man gasping for air as he nodded.

"okay okay! I'll tell him!"

Buck nodded. "now get the fuck out of here."

Axel drove off quickly, and almost immediately another 2 cars drove up. A man Buck didn't know nodded to him as he handed him a set of keys.

"wheel's says it'll be about 2 weeks, some of the parts got held up in Detroit."

Buck gritted his teeth but nodded. He pulled one roll of bills out of his bag and handed them to the man.

"make sure this gets to Wheels."

the man shook his head. "sorry man, Wheels would have my head if I took money from you. He said that this goes against some of the life debt."

Buck smirked. "that man has been sayin' that for over 2 decades. I don't ever pay for my car to be worked on."

the man chuckled. "well that thing is a gorgeous piece. Some great upgrades, it'll be a monster by the time Wheels is done. "

Buck nodded. "tell Wheels I'll be in contact."

the man nodded as he got in the other car. "for sure man. Good luck."

Buck smirked as he looked back towards the house. "i don't need luck, I just need my plan."

Buck walked up the front steps and let himself in with the keys from his bag. As he stepped inside, he took a look around. He checked the living room and bedrooms, smirking to himself. That was a good interior decorator he got. All the information he gave her was that it was 3 males in one house, and that they weren't into pussy shit. She got it on the dot, the house looked great.

Buck looked at his phone to check the time. It was too late tonight to do any surveillance, that would have to wait for tomorrow.

Buck called in for delivery, and as he waited he unpacked his laptop and got it up and running. A few hacks here and there and he was into the local school database.

Buck frowned as he leaned back. A in woodshop and in gym, Cs in english and biology, but D in math and history. That would need to be fixed.

Buck spent the rest of the night brushing up on his history and math, getting prepared for the rest of his plan.

THETRUEFATHER

Daryl sighed as he looked at his report card. Another D in math and history. He knew he could have studied harder, but math was just a jumble of numbers in his head and history were names with no meaning to him.

Daryl carefully tucked his report card deeply in his backpack as he saw Merle pull up. Daryl jogged over and got in.

"what the fuck Merle, I got out an hour ago!"

Merle chuckled. "sorry, got stuck with a bitch."

Daryl rolled his eyes. "god damn it Merle, would it kill ya to not get your dick wet every other day?"

Merle smirked. "well yes in fact, it would."

Daryl rolled his eyes as he leaned against the window. The glass was cool on his aching skin. Shane and Phillip had been assholes again today, smacking him around after gym class. Daryl was getting so sick of it, of everything. It seemed like there was no where he could go that he wasn't getting bullied, beat down and spat on.

Daryl shook himself hard as he looked down at his wrist. Amongst the old scars were blood pink lines, a lasting reminder of how close he got last night.

Daryl sighed as Merle pulled up in front of the house. Merle gave him an odd look.

"what the fuck is your problem?"

Daryl shook his head. "nothin'."

Merle snorted. "fuck ya need to get in the woods, it's gettin' late."

Daryl rolled his eyes. "it wouldn't be so late if you hadn't picked me up late."

Merle groaned as he tossed Daryl the small old hunting rifle. "go get dinner, bitch later."

Daryl gritted his teeth as he went out the door and crossed the yard into the woods. As he hit the tree line Daryl smiled and took a deep breath of the fresh forest air. He never felt so good as he was in the woods.

THETRUEFATHER

Buck could almost touch him, he walked that close by. It had to be him. The same beauty mark Buck had, the same smile as...as her.

He was definitively her son, there was no doubting that. That smile, the same one that taunted Buck in his dreams every night. There it was again in real life. She was alive, in her sons.

Buck watched as the teenager walked off into the woods, clearly hunting. Buck followed at a distance, but he couldn't help himself as he kept having to stop himself from reaching out to the young man. It wasn't time yet, the plan was not yet to that point. Buck would have to wait until tomorrow.

THETRUEFATHER

Daryl turned around, swearing he heard something behind him. He froze as he listened carefully, but heard nothing more.

Daryl turned back around, but he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. The feeling continued as Daryl moved farther into the forest, finally finding one skinny rabbit. He sighed as

he picked up the small animal. That would have to do, as Daryl looked up to the fading sunlight.

Daryl turned around, headed home, when he heard the unmistakeable sound of something coming thru the brush. Daryl raised the gun and waited, firing when a ball of fur flew thru his line of sight. Daryl frowned as he looked back thru the forest. What was the rabbit running from?

THETRUEFATHER

Buck froze. If he moved a muscle Daryl would see him. It was a risk chasing the rabbit into Daryl's path, but it was one he had to take.

Daryl was 16, but skinny, very skinny. He clearly wasn't being fed well at home, and by the look of his older brother, it was something that ran in the family. Both boys were underweight, and both were in desperate need of new clothes.

The clothes would have to wait, but a meal Buck could help out with. He smirked as he watched Daryl nail the rabbit, taking a perfect shot. The gun may not be Buck's choice of hunting weapon, but it was lethal in Daryl's obviously practiced hands.

Buck remained frozen as Daryl scanned the trees around him. Thankfully a squawk a few yards away distracted Daryl, and he went about his business as he picked up the second rabbit, and walked on thru the forest.

Buck remained just out of sight as Daryl crossed the treeline and headed back up to the beat down house. Daryl dressed the rabbits before disappearing inside, but Buck didn't leave. No, he stayed, and watched his son.

THETRUEFATHER

Daryl sat in his room, staring out the window. He still couldn't shack the feeling someone was watching him.

Daryl sighed as he laid down on his bed, pulling the thin blanket up around his shoulders, shivering. Winters in Georgia weren't as bad as most of the country, but when you had no heating or good blankets, it was still very cold.

Daryl looked up as his door opened. For a moment he was terrified it was Travis, coming to beat him

for god knows what reason this time. But it was Merle, and Daryl relaxed.

Merle tossed something to Daryl and he caught it in the air. It was a small polar fleece blanket.

Daryl looked up at Merle. "where'd ya get this?"

Merle smirked. "snatched it from that bitch I was fuckin' earlier. Got this too."

Merle tossed over a candy bar, which Daryl eagerly opened and bit into. Merle chuckled, Daryl had a soft spot for chocolate.

"ya have a good night little bro."

Daryl nodded as he swallowed. "you too, thanks Merle."

Merle nodded and left the room, headed across the hallway to his own room. As Merle laid down, he

sighed as he pulled his own threadbare blanket up to his neck. He could handle the cold for tonight, but tomorrow he was going to need to do something.

Merle growled as he thought. Travis had several blankets, but if you even thought about grabbing one of his, well that hadn't ended well for Daryl. Or for Merle that night.

Merle itched at his elbows. The track marks ached and burned, but it was a need he could never fill, thanks to Travis. Merle knew he was headed down a dangerous path, but considering the life he had here, what the hell else was there to live for?

THETRUEFATHER

Buck turned down the heat before he walked to his new bed. Buck groaned with pleasure as the soft bed enveloped him, the thick blankets warm around him. This was so much better then prison, in fact, it was almost perfect, just two things missing.

Buck ran thru his plan for the next day. He had to do this part perfectly. If not it would cost Buck time, and time was something he was fairly certain he didn't have.

Buck growled as he thought back to what he had seen earlier. Travis Anderson, fuck that bastard. Two hungry sons, and what does that motherfucker do? Take a rabbit and a half for himself, leaving the brothers to pick at what was left. That bastard was going to drown in his own blood, Buck was deadly certain of that.

Buck took several deep breaths. He had to get his temper under control. One thing he knew for certain was, approaching tomorrow with anger, that was no way to accomplish his goal, to continue the plan.

CARYL AND METH WILL COME...IN A WHILE. BUT HANG ON PLEASE!