Summary: With the world going to hell, Daryl Dixon thinks he's perfectly fine with it that is until a familiar face shows up at the the quarry. Daryl/OC - Adopted from Vmk - xx

Reconnecting With Your Past In Hell

Chapter 1

Song – All This And Heaven Too – By Florence And The Machine

And the heart is hard to translate,
It has a language of its own,
It talks and tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations,
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures,
In short shallow gasps!

But with all my education,
I can't seem to commend it,
And the words are all escaping me,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how,
I can't seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.


Out of all the places Naomi Bates thought she would end up. She never thought she would end up back in Georgia the state she used to call home before she moved away fifteen years ago. Leaving Georgia had been hard for her leaving the heat, the clear air that was on offer in the Georgian country side, her friends, family and him she couldn't believe she'd brought herself to leave him.

He had been the reason her parents were so keen for her to go to college so far away from Georgia. They said he was a bad influence on her, making her stray away from what was morally right and of course they hated the hunting. Man she loved to go hunting with the man she called her best friend. But she had to leave him and all the memories she had with him behind. She had never been back to Georgia due to her demanding job of being a journalist. Christmas was spent with a friend's family as well as other holidays since she was always on alert with work in case a story came up.

But after fifteen years she was finally coming home due to her father coming down with a mystery virus and the paper she worked at had accepted that if it was a family emergency she must go. She had just gone past the sign welcoming her into her old town and her hands wobbled on the steering wheel of her old truck. Seeing all the shops she used to go into, the park she would play on as a child, the bar which her and her friends tried to sneak into most Friday nights and then there it was the old garage where he had taken up a job at the beginning of the summer before she left for college.

Memories flooded through her mind of her sitting on the bonnet of a fixed car while he worked on another just watching him and savouring every feature of his body making sure she would never forget him. She never did, she never would he had meant to much to her and she knew in her heart that he was still everything to her till this day even if it had been fifteen years.

Then she froze what if he had forgotten her? Hadn't forgiven her for leaving? After Naomi had left she had tried getting hold of him so many times but never once did he reply to her letters or answered her calls. After a while Naomi had given up hope of reconnecting with him and just stopped trying.

They had been friends since they had met when they were children and stuck by each other teaching each other everything they knew. He had taught her how to hunt, while she taught him how to sneak around without being caught, since she had wanted to be a journalist since she could remember and you needed to be sneaky to get a good story.

Being an only child she was lonely and he took the loneliness away by being the only person to approach her on the first day in the 6th grade. He was her friend in middle school and he never left her side, she had other friends but he was special. Then they hit their teenage years and high school and he started to become distant with her always going off with his druggy brother and covering up why he always seemed to come to school with a fresh bruise every day.

She finally pulled up into her old drive, she was thirty three years old and she hadn't set foot in this driveway since she was eighteen years old and it hadn't changed. The distinct grey colour of the drive making the small white house she had lived in stand out. She pulled up and then climbed out of her black truck and walked up to the door. Naomi was unsure whether she should knock or not, but out of habit she walked into the house and froze at the doorway taking off her leather jacket and fingerless gloves as she called out.

''MUM!'' Naomi shouted.

No response was heard only soft moans and the shuffle of feet scrapping across the floor.


And it talks to me in tiptoes,
And sings to me inside,
It cries out in the darkest night,
And breaks in morning light.

But with all my education,

I can't seem to commend it,
And the words are all escaping,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how,
I can't seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

No, words are a language,
It doesn't deserve such treatment,
And all my stumbling phrases,
Never amounted to anything worth this feeling,
All this heaven,
Never could describe such a feeling as I'm having,
Words were never so useful,
So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before