See you again (Daryl Dixon)

Backstory

(TW: there is mention of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, and foul language. if you get triggered by any of these please skip the chapter.)

I was born into the Grimes family, My brother being Rick grimes.

When I was born my father was already a drunk. My mother and him had been getting into a lot of problems. While these problems were going on he was either: sleeping with another woman, getting drunk, high, or something else. My mother and father stayed together till I was about three and Rick was eight. When my mother and father divorced my father took me even though my mom fought to keep me. He took me, and my mother took Rick. My father was never able to take care of himself or me so I started picking things up to make sure I didn't die. As I did that all of the responsibilities from around the house were placed on my shoulders.

My father never got through his and my mother's divorce. He was the famous neighborhood drunk, crashing his car into the neighbor's mailboxes, coming home late, and often too drunk to walk in a straight line. The thing was my father was an angry drunk. At first, my father would come home and yell at me, but as the days progressed and he and he continued getting drunk he started getting physical with me. Anything could trigger him, if I didn't have something ready for him to eat when he got home, or if i "talked back" he would beat the shit out of me.

Through the years of abuse, there was someone that got me to trust them, his name was Daryl Dixon, I met him in high school along with his hick brother, Merle Dixon. When Daryl and I first met we didn't get along at all. It was all "fuck you"'s and middle fingers to each other, not even sure why we just rubbed each other the wrong way. we didn't bother getting to know each other at all. It wasn't till Daryl accidentally walked into the girls changing room and saw the scars I had from the abuse that he started being nice to me. I hadn't noticed that Daryl walked into the changing room, he just started being nice to me when he passed me in the halls there were no more middle fingers to each other or anything like that. It threw me off. Eventually, I had enough of my confusion and straight-up asked him why. He said "it was the other day... I walked into the girls changing room-- ON ACCIDENT, I ain't a perv or anything. But I saw the scars on your back... I didn't say anything because I didn't want to upset you. I'm not as big of an asshole than you think. So I stopped trying to fight you. I understand what you're going through. I don't want to be a part of anything that makes your life harder than it already is." he let out a sigh, I honestly didn't know what to say-- no one was ever this considerate to me. "I- since when did you have a soft spot for people?" I asked with a chuckle. I wasn't necessarily mad about him seeing my scars. I wasn't completely sure how I felt about it actually. He's the only one that's seen them other than me and my father. "Hey-... wanna go get lunch sometime?-- Nothing weird just lunch. Maybe we can swipe some of my dad's beers and some cigarettes after." I asked, wanting to get to know him better. "Sure, but maybe we should get my brother to get us some beers instead of stealing them from your daddy. I assume he's the one doin' it." He agreed. "Heh. Yeah, your right. How olds your brother anyway?" I asked. him looking over to him. "He's twenty-five." "damn so he's ten years older than you huh? (he's fifteen in this time-space)" he grunted in response. We finished the school day and went to this place called melt that had these crazy good sandwiches. After we called his Brother Merle to come to pick us up to get some beers and cigarettes. When he got to the restaurant he saw the both of us horsing around sitting on a bench in front of the restaurant. I had him in a chokehold smiling and laughing at his trying to squirm out of my hold. "Hey, dipshits!" Merle yelled out of his truck window getting our attention, we both looked over to who had called us. Dary told me that that was his brother and to let him go. I let him go and we walked up to the truck getting in. "you gonna hav' to sit, in my bro's lap, dollface." Merle told me as I was bout to get in. I looked over to Daryl to make sure it was ok, he shrugged and patted his lap with an embarrassed look on his face. I ended up having to sit on Daryl's lap because there wasn't a third seat. "Merle hurry up this woman's heavy." I scoffed at him "I'm only 97 pounds you asshole." I stated looking back at Daryl. "Wait you're only 97 pounds?! How the hell did you get stuck on her hold bro?!" Merle looked over and Daryl with an astonished look painted on his face, as he howled with laughter. "Please, I just didn't want to hurt her." he spat out. "Oh sure Daryl. Were you forgetting the tapping out that you did?" I laughed. When we got to the store, Merle went in and came back out with some cigarettes and beers in his hands. "Yall need to go anywhere else?" he asked. I told him the directions to this abandoned park that I had found that we could just chill at without anyone bothering us. Merle took us to it and dropped us off there. He told us that he wouldn't be able to drive us anywhere for the rest of the night. Said he had some shit to do. We told him that we were fine, I grabbed both the cigarettes and the beer and went over to the swings. I took out a cigarette and lit it, passing the box and lighter over to Daryl. I took a drag of my cigarette and sighed. "Why'd you say you got what I'm going through?" I asked, rearranging myself on the swing so I was facing him before I took another drag of my cigarette. He looked over at me taking a drag of his smoke before turning his back to me and raising his shirt. I furrowed my brow and narrowed my eyes at the sight of his back. It was decorated with scars. I sighed "that's some depressing shit. Let's lighten the mood a little bit." I said leaning down, grabbing two bears handing one to him, and opening my own before taking a swig of it. After we had finished a couple of beers we were running around the playground, I ran away from him since he wanted to see if he could pick me up. I didn't necessarily trust him in his drunken state to not drop me. As I was running around I tripped over a tree root "fuck!" I shouted as I fell, I landed on my back and knocked the air out of myself. "What ar' ya' given up already?" He said leaning over me. "Nah, I tripped dumbass." I said as I swept his legs. "Woah!- you bitch you tripped me!" I snickered in response as I crawled over to him and laid next to him. "Shut up. Just look at the stars." I told him looking up at the sky staring at all the stars. I cuddled up into his side a bit, we stayed in a comfortable silence as we both started to drift to sleep. After that, we went on being friends. Real friends. We had each other's back, when I'd get into a fight with someone he'd root for me and if things were getting too serious he would step in to stop the fight and drag my ass out of there. He's seen me cry and helped me through my tough times, and I did the same with him. Honestly, over the years I had started to develop feelings for him and he had feelings for me as well, we didn't act on our feelings but we knew each other's feelings were there. We were actually quite touchy with each other, we were always cuddling or giving each other cheek kisses or forehead kisses ect. In the year before our last year of high school, his dad dropped him out for some reason. I was incredibly hurt. I knew it wasn't his fault but I did miss him. I had no friends other than him and his brother.

The only other "friend" I had was my dad when he was so drunk off his ass that he'd start beating me. At these times he was actually a decent man. He was a mechanic so when he wasn't too drunk he'd teach me everything he knew about cars, told me I was the best daughter he could've ever had, and told me he was so sorry. Then after a couple more beers, it was back to the way it always was. Beating me, calling me a stupid bitch, saying I was the worst daughter, the normal. When I got out of school I left to try to find my mother and brother. My father had told me about them when he was slightly drunk, not drunk to the point of hitting but at the point that he could still hold a conversation. When I found my brother, Rick Grimes, I just showed up on his doorstep and knocked on the door. His wife, Lori Grimes, Answered I told her my name and my business at her house. Told her that I was trying to find my brother, "Rick Grimes", Her eyes widened at the mention of his name. She told me that Rick had talked about me and that he was never able to see me after his mother and father divorced. She told me that he had tried to find me but was never able to. She said that Rick wasn't home just yet, that he was out at work and that he was a police officer. She offered me a drink and took me inside. When he got home and I told him who I was and how I found him. all he did was stand in shock, with his eyes wide and his mouth gaping open before He just hugged me, told me that our mother had died of breast cancer. It made me a bit sad. I don't remember much of her but i remembered she would sing me this song called safe and sound. Though I didn't know the woman she was still my mother. After we all got to know each other that day they offered for me to stay with them for a while which worked for me since I didn't really have a place to go. I was currently living in my fucking car so I didn't mind having a bed to sleep in. I ended up staying with them for a year and a half before I joined the army. It treated me pretty well so I stayed there.

My father's liver failed and since I was a match the hospital reached out to me to see if I would help. I decided not to help him. Let the bastard die.  I stayed out in the base of course taking breaks at times to come back home to Rick and Lori. On one of my breaks when I came home I found out that Lori had a baby, his name was Carl and he was about one when I met him. Neither Rick nor Lori had told me so it was quite a surprise. I got along with the kid pretty well and scolded Rick for not telling me. After my break time was up and I went back I stayed for a while going back into the rhythm of what we were doing before.

One day I had gotten a call that Rick had been shot in a car chase. When I heard about it, I flew down immediately.

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AUTHER'S NOTE: wowie thats a doozie. 2081 words. thats a lot. anyways i hope you all are liking the story so far! well its not really the story quite yet- but we will be getting there soon. also side note: im planning on making a trailor for the story but also ive never done that before and i have no idea how to do that so if yall have any reccomendations make sure to tell me in the comments! also please rember to drink water and eat some food today!