Growing up with your dad in the south pre-apocalypse was very different from how you both were now, especially after your Uncle Merle died back at the prison.

Your dad was with Aaron now, which took a lot of warming up to. A lot.

Aaron was nice, he brought you things on supply runs, always asked you to do stuff with him, so you knew it was kinda shitty to push him away when he's only ever been nice. But, you really couldn't help it, this was weird and unfamiliar territory to you.

Plus, Aaron also adopted that baby...Gracie...after the Savior War. You've never had a sibling, or a cousin, or anything like that. You didn't want a baby sister, you didn't want a second dad. You didn't want to trust him in case he flipped the switch on you and started acting like Merle.

When your uncle was still alive...he was a douchebag to put it lightly. Loud-mouthed, discriminated against everyone in some way, abusive, close-minded, you name it.

Part of you was scared Aaron would start being like that, even if it was unrealistic, Daryl took notice to your behavior and attitude toward Aaron and didn't find it hard to guess why.

You were in your room, reading a comic you and Carl used to read together before he died two years ago. You were avoiding yet another dinner with the two of them and Gracie when you heard a knock from your door. You looked over as your dad walked in, shutting the door behind him.

"Wha's goin' on with ya?" He asked as he lightly sat at the edge of the bed, taking the comic from your hands.