The Story of Daniella Dixon (Carl Grimes/Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

My name is Daniella Dixon. This apocalypse has been going on for nearly two years, now. I bet you're wondering where my group is, well, I never really had one. I was living with my drunkass abusive mother, and no telling where my father's been. I haven't seen him since before the apocalypse. Long story short, my mom was bitten about six months into this flesh eating diseased apocalypse. Yeah, that's right--me, a 14-year-old girl has been in this all alone.

As of right now I'm just walking in all directions to find people who are willing to take more in. I've come across a strange tall man with an eye patch, but my dad taught me when I was about six, never to trust anyone of whom you can't look into both eyes. He also mentioned people in hell want slurpies, but that does not really apply to this. 

So anyway, I have two weapons that I always have with me. My compound bow and pocket knife, in which has my initials: "DD" carved into it. Both of my weapons were given to me by my dad before he left my mom and I. I guess you can say I still love my dad, because we were best friends before he left. But I blame him for many of my upsetting happenings in life.

He told me three words before he left that stayed with me since: "I love you". His words have made me continue to keep the fight going through this plague. I can feel he is still alive. I am not sure where he is, but I will find him if it is the last thing I do. 

You can say I'm a quiet person. I like to keep thoughts to myself. Some people think of me as mean, because when I am asked something, I don't really give a vivid answer. I give straight forward answers. And good luck to you if you piss me off. I'm not really the best person to have around when I'm pissed. Before my mother became a drunk, she told me I get that from my father.  She told me that my personality is a spitting image of my fathers. I vaguely remember my father. All I remember is about two scenes of him that we spent time together and then his speech before he told me he loved me before he left. 

For those of you who are wondering, my dad left my mom and I when I was 8. I'm pretty sure my dad starting getting the clues that my mom was turning into an alcoholic, which is why he left. From what I remember of him, he loved spending time with me. It seemed to me that he would give anything to keep me safe and in his sight. I was his little baby girl.

He knew my mother was my dominant parent. Of course, our relationship was pretty strong, but my mother's dominated it. She was queen bee to me. That's why he didn't take me with him. I remember in his speech that he said "I raised you strong, you can handle anything." It was the line he said right before he said he loved me.

I pray that he is not dead. I hope he is safe and unharmed. I need to find people. Civilization. He wasn't the brightest man, from what my mom said, but he did know how to protect himself and the people he loved. My mom also mentioned he was a redneck badass, who was an asshole a lot of the time. The more flashbacks I had of my mother, the more I remembered her mentioning my father. Most of what she said told me that he was a pretty kickass man who I needed in my life. So, civilization it is, because if my father has any brains, he'd be with a group.