Being a Dixon meant you were rugged, tough, and unfriendly. You did was you had to, to survive. No attachments. Especially after your dad was left behind in Atlanta, having to stick by your Uncle Daryl.

But when your group found the Greene farm, something in you flipped a switch when you met Beth. She was different from you, looked different, acted different, raised different. It mesmerized you.

Whenever you and your Uncle had no luck finding Sophia, she would sometimes hug you. Initially, it took you off guard, but you ended up hugging back. You were a little surprised she hugged you considering you were typically dirty and sweaty.

You eventually realized you had feelings for the girl, and once you realized that, you couldn't even formulate a sentence around her without crashing and burning. It was humiliating.

Lori ended up asking you about your mannerisms around Hershel's daughter which, after a lot of prodding, you told the older woman. She advised you to tell her, get it over with.

You thought about it. A lot. This was outside of your comfort zone and outside of how you were raised. But alas, you went up to the girl and said you needed to talk to her out on the porch.

"What's goin' on?" She asked in her southern tone, concern lacing her words.