Imagine Your Path With Daryl Dixon

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I watched her from the bridge, her hair pulled back by a hairband we found in some drugstore, she walked like she owned the whole damn prison. She glanced up and noticed me leaning there, a smile playing on her lips as she looked back to the young woman whom she was talking to. She and Beth always had a strong bond, and I knew why they were so close.

When she first got found by Shane it was the very beginning of this whole shit show, and somehow she found a fondness in me, just me though. Most of the others would steer clear, thinking I was a loose cannon, but it was almost like she saw through all the shit. Finally I had to ask her….

“What do ya want?”

“What are ya taking about?” She replied back, the fire between us blazing away as the others all mingled together, even Merle, but not her. Nope she sat right down in front of my fire and didn’t say a word, just like she did ever damn night.

“Well ya do this all the time, and I am starting to think ya want me to just take ya to bed with me.”

“Ehhh.” The sound of disgust filled our little space as her face contorted, “Trust me Dixon, you are the most handsome fella here, but I don’t want to sleep with ya.”

“Then what is with the hanging around? Why not hang out with the Carl boy or some other…”

“Cause they don’t have the look I am so familiar with seeing in the mirror, they don’t give me the sense of normalcy that you do. They aren’t like you, they are all in denial, even Merle. But you….”

“You talking like you know shit.”

“Well I don’t know a lick of shit, but I can tell ya, I know what it’s like to come from a broken ass home, and feel alone. So maybe I am doing this so that I don’t feel so alone and empty anymore. However it is clearly not working.” she snapped, before standing and lurking to your tent.

The next night she didn’t come to my small, isolated fire, instead she just went straight to her tent. She did that for a full week or more, before I finally broke down, I walked over to her tent and softly knocked on the fabric.

“Glenn I told ya I ain’t coming…”

“Don’t worry I ain’t no pizza boy.” I cut her off as the zipper softly opened revealing her sitting on her deep purple sleeping bag, a smile graced my face as I drank in her features, even in the dark her eyes still gleamed.

“What do ya want Dixon?”

“For you to move your ass so I can get in this tiny ass entrance.” I barked as she looked at me bewildered, but still moved slightly as I ducked inside, greeted by the silence. 

“So you gonna tell me what ya meant that night, ‘bout the familiar look in my eyes?” I finally said after a couple seconds of comfortable silence.

“What do ya care?”

“Cause you ain’t like those other woman, it is like you already know what happened to me, but I can’t figure out…”

“Alcoholic parents. Daddy cut himself outta the picture when I was eleven, decided he like the gambling man’s cock more then my mother’s cocaine filled crotch. She was a dealer, smuggled shit down to Flordia all the time. She wasn’t very nice to me as a kid, I always got the shit end of the stick while she was dressed to the nines and parading around with some new drug addict every night. I don’t know if ya got the same situation, but your eyes are laced with the same sadness I saw for years.”

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