Daryl Dixon is trouble. Or so everyone in Greenville, Georgia thinks. He starts bar fights, he rides a motorcycle, does some shady dealings, and looks like he tastes like Marlboro Reds.
Hadley Sutton is a preacher's daughter and is supposed to be the epitome of grace and purity. But her home life has left a dark scar inside her, one that fills her with rage.
Hadley is looking for an escape...and Daryl Dixon might just be the person to give her that.
(This fic is inspired by Ethel Cain's Preacher's Daughter album and is set in the 70s. There will be mentions of violence, abuse, and sexual situations.)