AN: hey,well things have been rough at my house. I have been very sick and a family member passed away suddenly. We were listening to some of the music this person enjoyed and I remembered how much I used to love this song, and the video. This fic is based on the video :) I know have WIP's to finish. I will I promise, but this just came to me :)

I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead

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He never had given much thought to dancing

But she gave a lot of thought to being asked

Well hed never been good, coming right on out and asking

And shed never been given the chance

Something moved him cross that old gym floor

When fear was holding fast And to his surprise the words came at last

And she said yes to his half hearted request

And they held on for dear life til the last song played

They wont let go its beyond their control

They lit a flame with the match God had made when she said yes.

Rhett Atkins- She said yes

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He'd never given much thought to dancing. Hell Daryl could hardly believe he was at a school dance. It wasn't exactly his scene. Most people around town were surprised that he was still in high school. At this rate he would be the first Dixon to graduate, ever. People in this town thought he was nothing more than another no good Dixon.

His dad had died last year, burnt their house into the ground with his drunk ass inside it. It wasn't much of a loss. Not like it was much of a home to begin with. Things at his house had been a nightmare since his momma died when he was seven. His daddy had turned into a raging alcoholic who liked to take things out on him and Merle. Merle had gotten out of the house. Left Daryl to sink, the sole focus of his daddy's rage, as Merle had slummed in every drug den in the city. But then something had happened, and Merle had gotten his life on track.

Merle had gotten his GED, and went to trade school. Then had somehow managed to start up his own mechanic shop. Daryl was proud of Merle, and that was saying a lot. When their daddy had passed last year, Merle had been there for Daryl, for the first time in Daryl's life. But Merle was over compensating. Trying to make up to Daryl for all the scars on his back. Which brought him back to the dance and why he was here, tonight.

Merle was becoming almost new agey with his crap. He wanted Daryl to experience all aspects of high school that was supposedly "fun."

So when Rick had mentioned the dance, Merle had been insistent. Daryl was going whether he liked it or not.

Daryl was a loner by nature but had a group of good friends. He and Rick and Glenn and Aaron had all come together. Daryl was suffering in silence, counting off the minutes until he could leave. Merle had said if he didn't stay a set limit of time, he would volunteer to chaperone the next one. Daryl shivered at the thought.

Glenn and Rick had been up dancing with a few girls, but he and Aaron had been parked on the sidelines. He knew that there were a few girls that would say yes if he asked, but he really couldn't get up the motivation. He liked keeping to himself.

"I can't believe she's here."

Daryl looked up as two girls travelled in front of him and Aaron. Aaron was staring at the other end of the gym, lost in thought.

"I know...it's weird right?" One of the girls said to the other. "She can barely walk. Who's going to ask her to dance?"

His gaze followed to where the girls were looking, when he saw her. Carol Miller.

He knew who she was, it was a small town. Everyone knew everyone. Everyone knew the story of Carol.

She'd been a twin, but there had been complications at birth. He didn't really understand it all but her twin brother had died and Carol's legs had been messed up somehow.

Her parents had been told she wouldn't survive. She lived.

The were told she wouldn't speak. She'd had apparently spoke at nine months.

They were told she wouldn't be able to go to school, she was at the top of their class.

She was told she would never walk, she could probably outrun zombies on those crutches and braces she had.

"It's kinda sad really." One of the girls said with a smirk.

"Bitches" he murmured under his breath glaring at the girls. Aaron turned to look at him in question, and he nodded towards the girls conversation.

Carol was sitting across the gym, watching and smiling as her friends danced, waving her to them. She shook her head no, and that's when it struck Daryl. She wanted to. She wanted to get up and dance, from across that darkened gym, he could see the longing in her eyes.

Those eyes of hers, the very first time he'd noticed them, was when his momma had died. His friends had been young, uncomfortable with death. No one had wanted to talk to him or make eye contact. He'd been walking through the hallways in a daze, wondering when anyone would look at him ever again.

She'd still been in a wheelchair then, her little arms could push that thing faster than he could ride his bike. She had been manoeuvring down the rickety ramp outside the school when her wheel had gotten stuck. The chair was about ready to tip. He'd jumped over and pushed from behind, helping her move. Asshole teacher hadn't even noticed. She'd dropped her book, and when he'd handed it to her, the smile that had spread across her face, was something he would always remember.

"Thank you Daryl, I almost fell." She'd said sweetly. "I'm real sorry about your momma." She added and just like that she was gone. Off like a race car driver in that little chair.

Over the years, they had said a handful of words to each other. She always smiled when she saw him, but that's where it seemed to settle, until he watched her tonight. Mesmerized by the fact that she was beautiful, the glittering lights in the gym seemed to make her glow. Her eyes watched her friends, and for some reason, it hurt, to know that she wanted to dance.

He was up before he knew what he was doing. A slow song started to blare from the speakers.

He'd ignored Aaron's questions about where he was going. The two bitches noticed him and gave him a sexy glare, but he didn't care. Now that he decided what he wanted to do, it was as though he discovered what had been missing all his life.

She didn't notice him right away, but when her eyes, met his. That smile lit up her face. He knew in that moment, he would always think of that smile as his smile.

"Daryl..hi.." She smiled again, a pretty blush spreading across her face.

"Do you wanna dance?" His voice was cracking, just over a whisper.

Her mouth formed, an o, and her eyes, he knew in her eyes she wanted to say yes.

She sighed nodding to her crutches. "I don't think I can..." She started, then stopped when he interrupted her.

"I won't let you fall." He whispered.

She stared up at him, and his outstretched hand. Moments seemed to be a an eternity. He was waiting for her to say no, when she nodded. He pulled her to her feet, holding her up with his arms and tightly to him.

"Yes."