Burned Into Your Soul
Summary: Daryl Dixon didn't believe in soulmates. Until the dead started walking. Until the day he met Beth Greene. TWD AU during ZA.
AN: I tried to have a musical note and a crossbow after their initials, but of course FF won't allow it. So, just use your imaginations. Still working on my other stories. Putting this out there to see what kind of reception I'll get from it.
Chapter 1
For as long as Daryl Dixon could remember, he had looked at the initials and musical note burned onto his skin as a curse. He had woken up one morning when he was 17 to the intense pain of the branding of his soulmates mark on his skin. He didn't want or need a soulmate. His world was too fucked up to ever entertain the thought of wanting to share it with some unsuspecting girl whose only fault had been being born his soulmate. He lost track of how many times he had passed his thumb over the raised, dark skin-
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He shook his head. He was now 35 years old and had yet to meet the other half of his soul. He hoped he never did. Being his soulmate would only bring the poor girl a shit ton of trouble. And heartache. The mark on his skin was only one of many other brands he carried. This one was by far the nicest one to look at.
Still, he did sometimes wonder who his soulmate was. She obviously loved music, since that was the clue that went along with her initials. The girl would only be 18. Far too young for him either way.
A musician and a crossbow wielding redneck hunter. That combination was almost laughable.
The universe had a very twisted sense of humor.
Beth Greene stared at the dark mark on her skin with longing. She wondered who her soulmate was. Her momma told her she had carried her mark since birth, which meant her soulmate had already been born before her. She ran her thumb over the mark-
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He must be a hunter of some sort. That explained the bow and arrow. She wondered if he ever thought of her. Or at least who he thought she would be. She often wondered what clue was on him. Probably a musical note or something like that. Beth had been singing almost from the time she could talk. She wondered how old he was. She hoped he wasn't too much older than herself.
Her momma had told her that she was fortunate to have her soulmates mark so young. That meant they had a far better chance of finding each other sooner.
Beth also knew that if she ever did meet her soulmate, he had to accept her just as much as she had to accept him. If either person didn't accept the other, both would suffer debilitating pain until they finally accepted their destiny.
At 18, she wondered if that day would ever happen.
And then…
The dead started walking.
