A World Like This [1]

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Edited 12/29/16

Avery Dixon, it's always been hard to call myself a Dixon. I never knew what it meant to be a Dixon. I was the only Dixon for a very long time. But now I find my father, I find him alive. Yesterday I tried asking about our family, he didn't tell me much, just about my uncle Merle. Merle basically raised Daryl, said he might have been an ass but he was still the best brother you could ask for, he always had Daryl's back. When I asked Daryl where Uncle Merle is he got really quiet. Merle took off with Michonne once, Michonne returned but Merle never made it back. A man that called himself the governor shot him, he let him turned forcing Daryl to be the one to really end it.

I looked over the railing to see Daryl sitting at a table eating a bowl of cereal.

"Morning Daryl." I said walking down the stairs. Daryl grunts in response. I guess he's not a morning person. "Can you at least say hello?" I asked.

"Good morning Ava, would ya like somethin' to eat? Need ta' barrow some money? Maybe we should go ta' the mall?" Daryl sarcastically remarked. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior.

"I could do without the sarcasm but good enough." I said shrugging my shoulders. Rick, Beth, and Hershel started laughing and I smiled at them.

"Aww Daryl Ava's going to help you become more social." Beth joked. Daryl just grunted again and went back to eating his cereal. Everyone started laughing again. I loved this place so much, the people here really made you feel like you were family and it was refreshing to know that not all people in this world were evil. Everyone was shocked to find out that Daryl was my father, but they all were happy for us in the long run.

"Hey is Carl up yet?" Rick asked me. For the past four days Carl's been sleeping in my room. He makes me feel better and at least this way I don't wake him and everyone else by screaming in the middle of the night. Daryl was against it at first, I don't know if it's because he found out he's my father or if he would have said something earlier. He's been pretty protective of me lately and It's nice to know he cares but he hasn't let me go on runs or let me go out of the gates all together. He doesn't even want me killing the walkers on the fences. It makes me feel useless and I hate it.

"No, he's still sleeping." I looked over at Daryl and saw he was already looking at me. I can tell he hates this, he hates Carl and I sharing a bed but we aren't even dating I just don't see what he so concerned about. I looked back at Rick who was also looking at Daryl, he looked back at me and nodded his head.

"Ava, can I talk to ya?" Daryl asked. I sighed I knew what this conversation is going to be about. I nodded my head. Daryl stood from his seat and walked out of the cell block. I sighed again.

"Good luck." I turned to see Rick smiling, I smiled back and walked out the door, feeling the warm Georgia weather always makes me happy. I looked around, hoping to see where Daryl went. After a while I found him standing by the fences. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair in utter frustration. I shook my head and started walking out to the fields.

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask even though it was clear what he wanted to talk about.

"I don't want Carl to sleep in yer cell." He simply stated. He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand that Carl's the only reason I don't have nightmares.

"Look Daryl I know you worried but there's no reason to-"

"Yes, there is!" He yelled. This is honestly the first I've seen Daryl mad and yell. He started rubbing his face. I'm starting to feel bad for him. I mean he just found out about a daughter he never knew he had and now he feels the need to worry about me. Maybe his life would have been better if I never told him. Maybe I should have just kept what I knew to myself. "Look Ava I just don't want ya ta' get hurt. Carl's a teenage boy and he's got urges and he might not be able ta' help himself and-" I immediately cut him off this isn't the kind of conversation I want to have.

"Please just stop. Can we please stop talking about this it's--"

"NO! WE CAN'T JUST NOT TALK ABOUT IT!" Daryl yelled, cutting me off. We tend to do that a lot, cut each other's sentences short. I finally see where I get my temper from. My mom never used to raise her voice, no matter what the situation was. He just doesn't understand what I've been through. He doesn't know what happened to me before the apocalypse.

"I'm done talking about this." I said silently.

"WELL I'M NOT!" His yelling almost makes me cry. I hate him yelling at me, and I hate that I've upset him. I don't cry though, I'm a Dixon and Dixon's don't cry.

"You can't change this, it's my life I can decide what I want to do, I can pick my mistakes and maybe I will make mistakes but you can't stop me from making them. I'm gonna do what I want and you can't change my mind." I don't even know where this burst of confidence came from but I'm proud of it. I watched Daryl's face fall. I waited for his reaction, I waited to be yelled at again but he didn't, he just stood there completely shocked at my words.

"HE AIN'T SLEEPING IN THERE. I FORBID IT! I'M YER FATHER AND IF I SAY HE AIN'T THEN HE AIN'T!" He screamed. It seemed like with every word he got louder and louder.

"You aren't my dad." I didn't even realize what I said until after I said it.

"What?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M TIRED OF BEING NICE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVEN CALL YOURSELF MY DAD! YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR ME FOR FOURTEEN YEARS!" I screamed, I was so sick of all this I was sick of him being over protective. I did perfectly fine out there without him and I don't need him bossing me around now. I just stood there staring at him, he didn't respond he just stared back, his face showing nothing but anger. When he didn't reply I just grunted and threw my hands in the air and stormed off. I guess I'm becoming more of a Dixon more and more each day.

I stormed in the cell block, my anger probably obvious to everyone I passed. Yet no one said a word, they probably heard it all with me and Daryl screaming so loud. I ran up the stairs and into my cell. When I got in there Carl was changing, he was shirtless and had a pair of jeans on. When he saw me his cheeks turned a bright shade of red from embarrassment but I didn't care.

I rushed over to him and pushed him against the cement wall. My hands were on the wall just beside his head. I don't know what came over me but I leaned in a kissed him, I guess I expected to be pushed away but I wasn't. Carl's lips brushed against mine, I could feel him smiling. He was going slow but I wanted so much more than that. I hungrily kissed back. It was like he was trying to make it a moment but that's not what I wanted. Yes, I've wanted to kiss Carl for a while now, but this was more about getting back at my dad.

Carl's hands moved from his sides to my waste. He pulled me closer to him. I pulled him off the wall and walked backwards. I kept dragging him back, never breaking the kiss. I turn and pushed him down on my bed, this time breaking the kiss. Carl had a slight smirk on his face. I crawled on his lap. I was straddling his hips when I kissed him again. His hands moving up the back of my shirt and mine messing with his long dark brown hair that was incredibly sexy to me.

I don't know what I was doing. I was doing exactly what Daryl was afraid of. I was making my argument pointless. But I couldn't stop. I wanted this, Carl wanted this. I was going against everything my dad told me. I was only doing it to piss him off, but it's so much more than that now it's mine and Carl's first kiss and I know after this I'm not going to want to go back to just cuddling the boy with the brown sheriffs hat.