Marshall Mathers is vanishing in plain sight. Once untouchable, he now spends his days passed out wherever gravity drops him, the couch, the hallway, the bathroom floor. The mansion reeks of despair and decay. The mirrors are shattered, the blinds haven't been touched in weeks. The world's stopped asking where he is because everyone already knows. When the label gives up, Paul calls the last person left: Leah Rourke. She used to be the cleaner, the one they called when fame turned fatal. She could make overdoses disappear, fix careers on the brink, and vanish before the damage hit the news. But now the pills she once flushed are showing up in her own purse, and she's holding herself together with precision and denial. She's a High functioning addict. Just enough. Leah doesn't belong anywhere near an addict like him. But no one else is coming. She knows what to look for. What to say. What not to feel. This isn't recovery, it's delay. Nobody expects Marshall to get better, they just need him alive long enough to make money off what's left. He doesn't trust her, some days, he's not even sure she's real. And she's not here to save him. She's here because a living addict still sells better than a dead god.

"The Daryl Dixon I Know" is about Daryl's life before the apocalypse. We get to know the world he lived in as a teenager, with the young and beautiful Catherine Clark at his side. The story will be seen in Catherine's POV as she tells her story and how she met and fell in love with Daryl. This fanfiction is just a short, quick love story that you can enjoy reading in just one sitting. ! I do not own Daryl Dixon's Character but everything I write about are my own ideas and this story is made up by me. ! I moved the timeline so that the story starts in 2010. I know that Daryl was almost 40 at this time, but in this story the apocalypse doesn't exist, and it's easier for me to write in this time then in the 80s where Daryl originally would have been in his teens.