I got a little bit mixed up with what the quarry actually looked like and pictures didn't do much to help so if that scene doesn't make sense placement wise just use your imagination to stretch the forest a little bit closer to the water.

I hate my dad.

I hate him because he's abusive. I hate him because he scares me and my sister and my mom. I hate him because he drinks and that he's even angrier when he doesn't. But I think I hate him the most because I don't have any comprehension of a normal life. Here I am sitting scrubbing blood stains out of a pair of jeans analyzing the first crush that I've ever had. Is that a normal thing? Does every teenage girl pick apart the guy she likes or is it just me?

And on that note why the hell do I like Daryl Dixon? Sure he's handsome, if you can work up the courage to actually look at him, but what else. He isn't charming at all. Well I suppose I can't say that with certainty; he's never talked enough, to anyone, to tell whether or not he has any charm. All in all he just isn't what I pictured as the ideal man and I have no idea why that ideal has suddenly turned into a squirrel killing, no sleeves redneck.

I guess the change didn't have anything to do with me, but more the world. I guess the perfect mate is all relative to the world we live in and in this world Daryl is the perfect mate, my dream guy. He can provide food, keep away the walkers, and already knows a lot about living in the woods. But by that logic I guess Merle is a pretty perfect too...that's a scary thought.

I sat back and looked up at the sky. It was really clear today and it was a rich, deep blue. I looked over at my mom and smiled. She looked so happy just sitting scrubbing a shirt. When she looks this content I have to imagine that she is thinking of back when Dad wasn't such a jerk. Dad was great until he lost his job. He had so much trouble finding a new one that money got tight and everything went to hell in a hand basket. It doesn't excuse him for hitting me or mom, but it helps a little bit to know that he did love us at one point. That's why I feel most sorry for Sophia about, she doesn't know what its like to have a loving father.

All of a sudden I heard a rustling in the bushes beside the bank. I turned to look at them terrified and started scooting backwards towards my mom and I could feel her grab onto my arms. I knew we should have brought someone with us like Shane or Andrea because we obviously aren't fighters. I looked around for some kind of weapon and the only thing around were the rocks. At times like these beggars can't be choosers. I grabbed the largest one I could find and moved towards the bushes and the rustling. The second I saw it move out of the woods I swung the rock at it's head and by luck or divine intervention it was a perfect hit.

I killed him.

I killed Daryl Dixon.

"Oh my God!" My mother said as we both looked down at the partially unconscious man.

"Go get some of the pain meds from Dale and some gauze if you can." I said as I knelt beside the groaning man. As my mom took off up the hill I reached out to wipe blood off the side of Daryl's forehead.

Just as I brought my hand to the cut he grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand away.

"I'm sorry I hit you, but let me clean up the blood its the least I can do."

"Don' know how much I trust ya after takin' a rock to the head. Jesus, girl, ya got a stiff pitch." He started to get up and stagger towards the water. He started to go down and I reached out to help him which in retrospect was a terrible idea since he has at least 50 pounds on me.

Just as I grabbed him to try and steady him he went down and took me with him. I landed on top of him with a elbow to his back and he cussed and shoved me off. He immediately got back up and got in the lake and started scrubbing his arms. I just sat on my knees and starred at him.

"God what's wrong with ya? Don't ya know when to leave well enough alone?"
I blushed and started to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were a walker because you were making so much noise and if it had been someone from camp then they would have said something and I didn't think it could be you because you're always so quite. I mean you never make any noise; you hardly even talk, which is why your such a good hunter I guess. I've always heard that you have to be silent while hunting in order not to scare the animals away, but I've never been, so I wouldn't actually kno..."

"Well don't bother goin' cause you would obviously suck, ya don't know how to shut up!" He looked directly at me as he stormed out of the lake and back the way he came.

I put my head in my hands and tried to fight back the tears after having made a complete idiot out of myself in front of my perfect man.

To address reviews: First off I did not think I would have had any yet so thanks that makes me feel great about my writing. Then about Daryl and Anna being so far apart age I am the kind of person who believes that age doesn't matter at all, so that's just a preference thing...sorry! And as for Carol/Daryl to me that doesn't happen until much later let's say 3rd season so no awkwardness of a double crush. Also I feel that originally Daryl respects Carol because they share the abuse and I won't really see an actual relationship between the two, but once again that's a personal thing.