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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 3 years

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It’s not the end of the wor - oh.

Word Count - 2,600

Perspective - 2nd person

When - after you have your chat with Dale in “Deserved” (Quarry era); in the show, the episode “Vatos.” For the rest of the Slowpoke Series, here’s the Masterlist.

Relationships - you and the gang! (as always, of course! The specific gang members start with just your big bro and Carol in this installment, before we get most of the fam all there for the setup of the next story. This little drabble is just a quick follow-up to “Deserved” Pts 1-2 and is a transition to the next part - in which I promise we’ll see Dary-bear returned to us, but homeboy’s busy in Atlanta rn, so we gotta wait)

Genre - no idea, my friends, but this one errs on the fluffier side, I reckon

Pronouns - kept it neutral, but there’s a heavy implication that you are a woman. In addition, your character has that nagging feeling you may be familiar with where you just want to make sure that your eyebrows look okay.

TWs - discussions of spousal and parental abuse including the reveal of parental abuse of a major character, and some language.

*points to whoever gets the little Easter egg joke thrown in there :D *

“Heya, weirdo.” Shane sounds a touch awkward.

“Hiya, loser.” So do you, for that matter.

“Can I come in? Lemme take a look at that jaw again?” he asks.

You shrug to yourself and unzip your tent, taking off the one earbud you had in and turning off your mp3. He steps in, sits down, and you extend your chin for him. His fingers barely touch your rapidly forming bruise as he looks at it and frowns.

In a gentler tone than your big brother usually used, he tells you “I meant it when I said you did good, alright? You did very good.”

You tilt your head slightly. “It was reckless and dangerous and risky.”

“Yes,” he admitted, then he paused. “That ain’t what Dale was tellin’ you in there, was it?”

“No, not at all He was just sort of lettin’ me work it out, with a touch of philosfofy – oh my gosh, why in the hell can’t I pronounce that word today? Philo-sophy.”

“Might can that be another migraine comin’?”

You raise your eyebrows, impressed. “Look at you, all up on your pre-migraine stuff.”

“Ahem, that’s the ‘prodrome phase,’ weirdo,” he drawls, winking. “Let’s hope the weather’s cooler tomorrow so you can sleep when it hits.”

Bless his heart, he was definitely trying to be sweet. “I love you, too, Shaney,” you smile. You hope that you were just tired, and wouldn’t get another migraine so soon. Please, you beg silently. Headaches, whatever, but migraines? Not conducive to the end of civilization.

You attempt to tap where you’d gotten smacked as delicately as you could, since it was already aching. “Does my jaw look real bad, or nah?”

“It looks like whenever I’ll see it, I’ll feel good about how Ed looks.”

You try not to wince. And there had to have been something that you had intended to say in reply but you end up staring into space for a few moments instead. “Um, you, um, you seen Lori? Is she mad?”

“Not about Ed.”

Hm? That was a weird response. “What do you mean?” You thought you’d noticed tension between them earlier, but didn’t think much of it. Friends fight.

“She thinks I lied about Rick, pretty sure.”

“What would make her think that?” Shane had no reason to lie about believing his best friend dead. Then it occurred to you “Wait, she don’t think I lied too, right?”

Your brother shook his head and insisted “No way, it’s fine.”

A silence settled between you two. “What about Carol?” you asked nervously. “You talk to her?”

“Yeah.”

A little too quickly, you rush to ask “How is she? And how’s Sophia?”

“Hey, they’re fine, Y/N, it’s okay. And for a while, they’re gonna be safer, too.”

“But what about when he’s up and walkin’ again?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?”

You exhale. “Well, what did she say? What did Carol say?”

“She apologized –”

“ – Ugh, of course she did,” you whimper, burying your face in your hands before flinching “Ow!” when you accidentally rub the side of your jaw that got hurt.

Shane also flinched when you accidentally pressed your injury, but continues with what he was saying “ – She also thanked me. Thanked us.”

“Well, what else was she gonna say?” you start, feeling your emotions get the better of you again. “Apologize, then roll over, just like she’s been groomed to –”

“No, that’s not why,” Shane replied, and firmly, too. “I promised her that he wasn’t gonna put a hand on her or Sophia ever again, whatever it took. And I meant it, I mean it. He ain’t hurtin’ them again,” he insists, a little louder than he ought.

“How are you gonna promise that, Shane?”

“However I gotta. I don’t know her situation, but I know that women like that hear that shit all the time and learn not to trust it from the cops. But so far, I backed up what I said, so...”

Yeah, he sure did. He’d almost beaten Ed to death, before stopping himself and promising him that he would do it the next time that Ed laid another finger on anyone else.

Your conversation with Dale kept running through your head. “How’s that different from mob justice?”

“It ain’t a mob, it’s just me. And c’mon, he’s an abuser. You think he’s gonna change?”

“What are you, the Punisher?”

“What’s your suggestion, then? A restraining order?” he spits out.

Yeah, he’s definitely mad. You don’t blame him. It’s personal.

You try your next statement in a different tone of voice. “I’m worried about you.” It's been harder and harder to see him, if that makes sense. Well, it doesn't, but, um, you guess it's that he's been somehow less recognizable? Less like himself. Sure, everyone has changed after what happened to the world, but...whatever, you don't know.

“Well, I appreciate your worry.”

Yeah, right.

“Don’t patronize me. There ain’t nothing wrong with me worryin’ about you when I know this shit is personal.”

“Then don’t preach at me,” he snaps back. “And please, keep your voice down.”

You say nothing in reply, you only lay down and stare into space.

He does the same. You both need to breathe for a minute. That’s all it took to calm down, really. Quick to get angry, quick to cool off.

Your mama had taught all of you that. Just stop for a while to settle down, like taking a tea kettle off the burner. It’s funny: you and your siblings aren’t all fully blood related, but you all were taught and used the same coping mechanisms, even your sister who joined you as a foster when she was 15.

“I also, um, I-I accidentally let it slip to Dale that mama was...treated bad once,” you tell him.

You hear his breath catch for a moment. Next he says “It’s okay. Not the end of the world.”

“But I didn’t say nothing about you,” you assure him quietly.

He thought you’d spilled his secret, too. Yeah, nope. Unless Dale assumed your mom’s first husband was Shane’s bio dad, then no. You knew well how people could immediately put up defenses around or prejudge those who came from a bad situation, because they labeled them as loose cannons or damaged goods.

“Hey,” he repeats, turning to you. “It’s okay. And it wouldn’t be the end of the world even if you had.”

You bite your lip and make a goofy sort of face at him. “Maybe use a different phrase than ‘it’s not the end of the world,’ hm?”

“Aw shit,” He bursts out into a laugh at that one. “Fair play, okay. And hey, sorry for gettin’ all...”

“Huffy?”

“I got real huffy. And don’t ever apologize to me for remindin’ me about...” he trails off again. He’s fiddling with his ‘22′ necklace he always wears.

“What? About morals, Shaney?” you say, pursing your lips.

“You are a pain in my ass.”

“Well right now, I am a pain in my jaw, tell you what.”

He sighs, and speaks all gently again. “Wanna go check it out in the RV mirror?”

“Only if you promise I won’t run into nobody on the way,” you groan, and very dramatically. You aren’t really being too serious. Yeah, you don’t want to have to show your face, but also it’s not the end of the wor – oops. You mean to say: it could be worse.

“You will run into everybody,” Shane assures you.

Now it’s your turn to sigh. “Ugh, I wish I could scurry off on another hunt with Daryl right about now.” You wipe your eyes and heave another big sigh. “Do my eyebrows look okay?”

And to that, Shane doesn’t seem to know how to react at first. You’d think he wasn’t used to hearing those sorts of things after growing up with sisters and dating so many women. “Eyebrows, really?”

“Says Mr. Shaves-His-Chest,” you drone, smug expression on your face. You grab your eyebrow pencil from your bag along with your tweezers. Eh, you rethink the tweezers but keep the pencil. Why get fancy, just keep your brows looking naturally full and you’ll be chill.

“First you wish you could run off into the woods with the redneck, then you worry about your appearance in the same breath; should I worry?”

“I don’t give a hoot about how Daryl Dixon thinks I look, oh my gosh,” you snort, crawling out of the tent. “But by the way – that choke hold was illegal.”

He crawls out after you, stands, and stretches his back. “And I told him he could file a complaint.” He pauses then asks “Want me to show you again? Especially how to fight off somebody bigger than you?”

“Show me all the moves, man. I don’t want to get a cool bruise like this ever again without puttin’ up a better show.”

There was something about his voice when he answers “Yeah, I don’t want you to find yourself in that position ever again neither,” that makes you put you reach up to put an arm around his shoulders for a moment. He returns the gesture, mumbling “Love you, weirdo. And from what I saw, you weren't too bad.”

“Love you, loser,” you smile back at him."Th-thank you."

Aaaand as he takes his arm off, he musses your hair. You should’ve seen it coming. “Never mind, I loathe you forever,” you pretend to pout, stomping away to the start of the path down to the quarry. Amy radioed when she and her sister went fishing, so you wanted to give them a wave.

“Hey, where you going?”

“I’m wavin’ to Amy.”

“What are you, twelve?”

“Psht, says the one who keeps his chest smooth like a prepubescent boy’s.”

Next, you swallow and try to look casual as the two of you walk to the RV. It’s the first time you’ve seen anyone other than Dale since the incident with Ed earlier that day.

Was that Jim all the way up there? Yeah, that was definitely Jim. But what’s he doing?

Looked like he was doing some sort of digging. Digging a toilet, maybe? Kind of a hot day for it, but that was certainly admirable.

Eliza and Sophia are on some crates in the shade, thoroughly absorbed in whatever they’re coloring. Carl catches your gaze and squints, making that “I got-my-eye-on-you” gesture before cracking up and waving. And the next thing you knew, little Luis is running over and asking if you broke you fingers ‘when’ you punched Ed (ughhhhh). Miranda makes an apologetic face at you, and Mr. Morales just mouths it’s okay.

Jacqui walks over and takes your hand in hers, nodding and pecking a quick kiss to your head before returning back to her crossword book. And as you pass by Lori and Carol doing some mending on the “couch” (which is just the backseat from one of the cars that you all used when the weather was dry), you feel your cheeks grow warm and you duck your head in embarrassment and shame.

Lori’s smile is laced with pity, eyes lingering on your jaw, and Carol smile is...you aren’t sure. She looks ashamed, too, you guess. And she shouldn’t, but it doesn’t surprise you.

Then oh no, she’s getting up and walking towards you. “Dale went to go talk to Jim, if you were looking for him,” she lets you and Shane know, not looking Shane in the eyes as much as she is you.

“Nah, someone here,” he begins, clearing his throat, “Wanted to use the RV mirror to fix their eyebrows. Not namin’ names.” And with a wink, he opens the door so you and Carol can walk in, then leaves and gives you two some privacy.

Her hand reaches out as she delicately examines your bruise. Her eyes are wet.

You manage to whisper “I’m so sorry,” before your bottom lip gets all wobbly again.

“No. You and your brother have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,” she murmurs in her quiet way, eyes glued to that red, black, and blue mark.

“I lost my temper.”

“Well,” she said, her smile sad, “I don’t blame you.”

You weren’t able to formulate an answer at that moment. Carol sees this, takes your hands and quietly thanks you. “Sophia thanks you, too, you know. She actually smiled at your brother after she found out what you and he did.” After placing a soft, motherly kiss on your forehead, she clears her throat, wipes her eyes and smiles. “So, what’s this about your eyebrows, now?”

After you hugged again, cried a little, and made up, you’re sitting with her and Lori on the couch, helping them with the mending, and chatting about the little birthday celebration for Amy that would finally be tomorrow.

“If Glenn is up for a quick run tomorrow, I wanna try to find sprinkles. Amy mentioned wanting cupcakes with ’em,” you mention, tongue halfway out of your mouth as you try to get the stitching on the patch you’re sewing even. “Is that dumb of me to try?”

“Oh Y/N, honey, don’t ask that poor boy to go on another run again after the past two days he’s had, because you know he’ll say yes,” Lori protests, a knowing sort of grin lighting up her face.

“What do you mean? Oh, well I guess,” you consider. “Glenn is sort of a people-pleaser...” And he’ll be really tired after coming home this afternoon or tonight, you suppose.

“That’s not quite what I meant.”

And before that insinuation can fully form in your stomach and fill you with nervous dread, you see a waving hand come into your peripheral vision. You turn and look.

Holy Moses in a basket.

Amy and Andrea are carrying practically a whole school of fish! How did they catch so many in only a couple hours? Was that even possible? And were there were that many fish in the quarry?

The ripped knees on the pants you’re repairing forgotten, you cough out in astonishment “Guess the quarry-monster didn’t scare the fish away,” and raise your arms in a touchdown pose. Mr. Morales comes from around the clothesline, catches your eye, gives you a fist-bump, and exclaims to everyone “Oh baby, will you look at that?” His smile is a mile wide, and he laughs out in glee “Hey, check it out!”

Lori drops her own mending and flat-out claps at their achievement, and a few others join. You sure as heck do, then stand up to go to Amy.

Andrea, satisfied, hands Mr. Morales one of the bunches of fresh fish. He’s practically bowing to them as he praises “Ladies: because of you, my children will eat tonight. Thank you!”

“Thank Dale,” Andrea insists, “It’s his canoe and gear.”

Amy does a little victory dance as she chugs what’s left in her water bottle. You join the dance, obviously, then watch as Eliza and Sophia follow suit from their little coloring corner.

Jacqui, beaming, high-fives Andrea, and Carl has finally found his words by the time he calls out to his mom in excited astonishment to “Look at all the fish!”

Mr. Morales has having fun holding up the catch to people, and you squeal when he does it to you. Luis runs over next to Carl and, darling little savages they are, they poke the fish and sigh “Whoa.”

“Yeah whoa,” Lori agrees. “Where did you two learn to do that?”

“Our dad,” Amy announces proudly.

“Cool! Can you teach me how to do that?” Carl asks. They’d just had a fishing lesson from Amy a few days ago, actually, but now it would be perfect to expand upon!

“Sure! I’ll teach you all about nail knots and stuff,” Amy answers, then quickly remembers to check with the parents “If that’s okay?”

Carol shrugs and smiles, while Lori nods her head, saying “You won’t find me arguing,” while Miranda and Mr. Morales echo “No objections here.”

You’re still standing and talking with Amy when Dale comes back down from the hill where he’d been talking to Jim.

“Hey Dale,” Andrea calls out. “When’s the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a disgrace!” she jokes.

Wait, what’s wrong? Why does he look so pale? Shoot, is he okay?

“Dale, are you alright?” you ask him. Did he need water? Was he having chest pains? Was his pulse steady?

“I, uh, I don’t want to alarm anyone,” he starts, putting a hand on your shoulder and nodding his head. “But we may have a bit of a problem.”

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Let The Flames Begin (Chapter 26)

A long one for you lovely humans. I considered splitting this into two chapters, but I couldn't find a good spot to do it. I know as a reader I prefer longer chapters. It gives me something to really sink my teeth into. But as a writer, sometimes it hard to stretch a chapter too long. Sometimes it just feels right to end it and move on to the next. So sorry if my inconsistent chapter lengths annoy people, I can't help it looool

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Daryl was sat in his tent watching Charlene sleep peacefully. She had been back now for a few hours but neither of them had left the tent. After Merle had come in, interrupting fuck knows what, Charlene had told them both everything that happened after she got lost. After that, she looked worn out so Daryl had demanded she lay down. She did and fell asleep within seconds. Merle left after that and Daryl had just sat here staring at her. He couldn't believe she was actually here. He couldn't believe that for once he had some good fucking luck. He had not taken his eyes off her for a second, like he was scared she might dematerialise if he did. It just felt so foreign to him, that something went his way. He had been convinced that was it, but it wasn't. She was back here with him and Merle and he couldn't find the words for how grateful he was. Now she was sleeping peacefully he could really look at her. He hated how unwell she looked, knowing she had struggled and he wasn't there to help her. He tried to remind himself of her words just hours earlier. She didn't blame him. He blamed himself though but he was trying to stuff it down. She was here and fine and that's what mattered.

He kept thinking about what might have happened if his brother hadn't come in. She leant down, almost like she might kiss him. His brain couldn't seem to wrap his head around it, because he knew she would never kiss him in a million years. It annoyed him to no end that Merle had to interrupt them, so now he was left wondering and confused. Maybe she was just gonna lean her head on his again like she had done earlier. He liked being that close to her. He knew emotions were high in the moment, it was the only reason why he had grabbed her and pulled her on his lap. He’d never be able to pull that shit otherwise. But he had been so desperate to make sure she was real, that she wasn't just a ghost in his mind coming to torture him. He hated being in his own head, wondering what might have happened. He knew what he wanted to happen but it was just a fantasy, it would never be a reality for him.

He glanced to the side, noticing her shirt and the rabbit's foot. His face flushed a little realising the girl had seen him clutching them both. Prolly thinks I’m a fuckin’ pussy now. His stomach was growling, it had been for hours. But he hadn't been able to drag himself away from her. But after the billionth time, the painful rumble in his belly won out. She was safe here anyway, sleeping soundly in his tent. He got out of the tent, making sure to zip it back up before walking over to the RV. They kept most of the food in here and he hated how he had to walk through people to get any. Before he could even get there Shane was stood in front of him with a stern face and Daryl clenched his jaw. He didn't like Shane one bit. It wasn't just the fact he was a cop. Daryl never liked cops much anyway, they always tried to pin shit on him just because he was a Dixon. But that wasn't his issue. The guy was a fucking asshole and he hated the way he looked at him and his brother, like he knew he was better than them. There was something off about him. Daryl couldn't put his finger on it but he didn't like it.

“What ya want?” Daryl asked roughly, glaring at him. He wasn't in the mood for this bullshit.

“We think you should wake Charlene up. We haven't really had the chance to introduce ourselves properly,” Shane had this look on his face. A condescending look that made Daryl want to throttle his damn neck.

“Nah, she’s stayin’ put and no one's gonna fuckin’ bother her,” Dary sneered, going to take a step around him. Shane sidestepped him though and Daryl clenched his fists by his side.

“We just wanna talk to her man,” Shane shrugged, looking like he thought he had a say in this.

“Think ya talked enough when she fuckin’ got here and ya’ll ambushed her,” Daryl scoffed, shaking his head.

“We got kids here, we need to know if we can trust her. So you need to wake her up for me,” the policeman in him was seeping out and Daryl wanted so badly to kick him in the face.

“I ain't gotta do shit. We trust her, that's enough,” he growled, glowering at him. Shane snorted, looking more than amused.

“Oh right, because we should take the word of you and your junkie brother?” he asked with a smirk. Daryl stood a little straighter, scowling at him.

“Yeah. Or we can go somewhere else and ya can see how long ya fuckin’ survive without the redneck trash catchin’ ya food,” Daryl snarled, his voice low, menacing almost. Shane squared up to him a little and Daryl never wavered as he glared him down.

After a tense minute, Shane scoffed, moving away as he shook his head and walked away. Yeah, fuckin’ walk away ya piece of shit pig. Daryl went back to the task at hand, going into the RV and grabbing a random can. He heard Merle before he saw him, he would recognise his brother's footfalls no matter what.

“What’s deputy dipshit want?” he drawled with a snort, standing next to him. Daryl glanced at him and shrugged.

“Wants me to wake Charlene up so they could fuckin' prod at her,” he huffed, stabbing his knife into the can and opening it.

“What ya say?” Merle asked curiously, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Told him it ain't gonna happen and if he don't like it we can leave. See how long they last without us gettin’ their food,” he replied. Merle barked out a laugh and clapped Daryl on the back, making him flinch a little.

“Shit son, I’m proud of ya,” Merle laughed. Daryl didn't know how he felt about that. Merle’s approval had been something he had been desperately seeking since a young boy. But if he was proud of him for being an asshole then he knew it wasn't a good thing.

“How’s she doin’?” Merle piped up after a moment of silence as Daryl ate. Daryl heaved a weary sigh and tossed the can in the small trash can before he turned fully to look at his brother

“She don’t look well. Skinny as fuck, worn out,” he said tensely, making Merle nod.

“She’s been through a lot without us there to help her. But she's alive,” Merle said firmly. Daryl lowered his gaze, chewing his thumb and Merle squinted at him.

“Don't make me hit ya, boy. I know its still botherin’ ya. It’ll take some time to get used to the fact shes here again. But it ain't yer damn fault,” Merle scolded. Daryl scoffed bitterly, meeting his eyes.

“Is my fault. I told her to run and she got fuckin’ lost. Now shes half-starved and exhausted,” he huffed, scowling at him.

“Ya blame yaself. I get it. I blame myself too. If I hadn't let my guard down for a second I wouldn’t have got knocked out by that damn biter. We can both blame ourselves brother but it don't change a damn thing. She's here. She's fine. We get some food in her belly and get her to rest up, she’ll be as good as new in no time,” he insisted. Daryl looked down again before nodding. He was right, it wouldn't change a damn thing dwelling on it. He still blamed himself but he needed to move past it.

Merle left to do God knows what. His brother always seemed to just disappear and Daryl didn't know if he wasn't sneaking off to use or if he was just terrorising people here like usual. He couldn't bring himself to care too much. He wanted to get back in case Charlene woke up. He left the RV and when he glanced at the tent, he saw Lori loitering around it looking nervous. He stomped over, so done with people and their bullshit.

“Don’t y’all ever get tired of bein’ annoyin’?” he scoffed, making her glance up to him. She looked wary and Daryl stood up taller. He knew he was being intimidating but that was the point. These assholes needed to leave his girl the fuck alone.

“I just wanted to talk to her, I have some spare clothes if she needs them,” Lori said softly, shrinking back a little when Daryl took a step forward.

“Then come back when she ain’t sleepin’ and not a second before,” he growled, unzipping the tent and getting inside. He zipped it back up and heaved a sigh as he sat down.

Being in a group was going to be taxing, sharing her attention with all the others. He didn't like it one bit. He watched her as she stirred in her sleep, and she yawned a little. Her eyes snapped open and she looked around frantically, but when her eyes landed on him he saw her relax infinity and snuggle back into his blanket. He knew it would take some adjusting for her too. She had told him how she had been sleeping up in the trees to stay safe. He was proud of her. She had survived two weeks without him and she did fucking good.

“Sleep alright?” he rasped, making a sleepy smile grace her pretty little face.

“I did. It’s nice to feel safe again,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. His heart constricted. He would never get used to the fact she felt so safe around him. It made his chest swell with pride and he tried to ignore it.

A few hours later and Daryl found himself brooding just outside of his tent. He was working on a trail snare, hopefully they would grab some rabbits at some point. As soon as they had stepped foot out of the tent, Lori had ushered the girl away from him and since then he hadn't been able to talk to her. He had no desire to go over as she spoke to Carol and Lori, he just sat outside of his tent with a scowl etched on his face. He was engrossed in his task, trying to ignore the burning jealousy that was scorching his veins from the inside out.

“Daryl?” his head snapped up when he heard her timid voice, looking up at Charlene as she stood there looking somewhat awkward. He squinted a little, not sure why she was acting that way.

“S’wrong?” he asked gruffly, thinking the worst as he always did. He noticed then she had a bundle of clean clothes in her arms, some shampoo and a brush lay on top of them.

“I wanted to wash in the quarry, but I don't wanna go alone,” she said softly. He tilted his head and quirked a brow at her.

“Alright…?” he asked slowly, clearly not getting why she was telling him this. Shouldn't Lori or Amy or someone go with her? He just blinked up at her for a moment and she looked down, her cheeks flushing and it only confused him further.

“Will you come with me?” her voice was almost a whisper and he was more than certain he hadn’t heard her right. She wanted him to go with her? Whilst she was naked? Washing herself?

He looked up at her dumbly for what felt like forever until he realised she had in fact asked him that, and now she was stood glaring at the floor with pink cheeks.

“I...uh…” he looked down, feeling the tips of his ears burning as he tried to compose himself. Fuck sake, just do it. Act like a fuckin’ man.

“Alright,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. She looked at him with a little smile and he swallowed thickly as he stood. He grabbed his bow in case he needed it and lead her down to the quarry. She set the clean clothes on a rock near the water's edge and the shampoo and brush within reach. He stood there, eyes flitting about and when they landed on her, she was looking at him expectantly.

“Are you gonna...you know, turn around?” she asked looking somewhat amused. He turned around, sneering at himself as he cursed inwardly. Just fucking stood there like he expected her to get naked in front of him like that. Fuckin’ idiot.

Charlene got undressed, keeping her underwear on because she didn't feel too comfortable with being naked out here like that. She got in the water and Daryl sat on a large rock near the edge, keeping his back to her.

“The waters nice and cool,” Charlene mused as she started scrubbing the dirt and grime from her body. Daryl just grunted and nodded. It was pathetic how much his mind was running away with him. He wasn't even looking at her and he felt like a pervert for just being there. He stayed quiet for a while and then he heard someone walking towards them. He raised his bow on the off chance it was a biter, but instead, Shane came into view. Daryl had to fight himself to put the bow down, glaring at him.

He didn't fail to notice how Shanes gaze wandered to Charlene in the water and Daryl bristled, sitting up straighter, completely tense. Shane walked over to him, sitting on the rock opposite with a smug look on his face. Daryl didn't want him here, Daryl didn't want him facing the girl while she was trying to fucking clean herself.

“The fuck ya here for? Can't ya see she’s tryin’ to get clean?” Daryl sneered at him. Shane gave him a smirk and raised his brow.

“Could ask you the same thing. Didn't take you for a peeping Tom,” he chuckled. Daryl inhaled a deep breath, resisting the urge to deck him.

“She asked me here,” he growled, anger flashing behind his baby blue eyes. Shane cocked his head a little as a slow smirk spread across his stupid fucking face.

“Is that so? She your girl?” He asked, his tone mocking almost like he knew Daryl wouldn't ever get a girl like her in a million years.

“Yeah, she is. So ya best put ya damn eyes back in ‘fore I scoop ‘em out and fuckin’ feed ‘em to ya,” he snarled. Shane looked almost surprised for a moment before he chuckled. He raised his hands like he was surrendering as he stood up. Daryl glared as Shane took another look at Charlene in the water before he sauntered off.

Well shit, how the fuck do I explain that one? The anger was simmering, about to boil over as he tried to breathe through it. Shane was a fucking prick.

“Daryl?” he heard from behind him. She sounded like she was right behind of him now, out of the water. He was about to look when he remembered her lack of clothes and he stilled completely.

“Yeah?” he asked warily.

“Could you help with my hair? It's really bad,” she lamented with a sigh.

“The fuck I look like, ya damn caretaker?” he snapped, regretting the words as they left his lips. It was the panic in him causing him to lash out. Not only had he told someone they were together and he knew damn well the group liked gossip, now she wanted him to wash her fucking hair. He’d be close to her, whilst she was partially naked. He stood tense, his mouth unable to form an apology because he was a pig-headed asshole and he glared ahead of him.

Charlene pursed her lips, she didn't know why he was being a dick all of a sudden but it sent a rush of anger through her.

“Maybe I should ask Shane,” she muttered. She wasn't sure why she said that, maybe it was because he had just been there so it was the first person she thought of. It was almost childish but it still left her mouth anyway. She didn't know why but it was clear Daryl didn't like the man for some reason or another. And apparently, Daryl wasn't the only person who liked to push buttons when they got mad. Daryl turned around, scowling at her, her undressed state forgotten as he squinted at her.

“That supposed to be some kinda joke?” he spat, his right eye twitching with annoyance. Why the fuck had she said that? Did she know he was jealous? Because if she did that was fucking awkward. She just looked up at him defiantly and he had to fight to keep his gaze on her face.

“No. I’m just saying, if you don't wanna help me I‘m sure someone else would,” it was like something inside her had snapped a little. She was already aware he would never see her in that way and it irritated her that it was such a big deal for him to help her just because she was partially undressed. Like she was that vile to look at it made him snap at her.

He glared at her, the image of Shane washing her hair making his brain hurt and he clenched his jaw., but when he really looked at her, he saw just what she meant when she said her hair was bad. It was all knotted and caked in blood and he felt the pang of guilt in his chest. It was his fault that she was this way, he had failed her. The least he could do was swallow his pride and fucking help her out a little. Besides, he had a thing for her hair for the longest time. It would be a shame if she had to cut it.

“Fine, I’ll help,” he relented, looking at her sheepishly.

“You sure? I mean you aren't my caretaker and all,” she huffed, rolling her eyes as she padded back over to the water. Daryl shook his head with a deep sigh. Why did he have to fuck things up all the time? She had been back a few hours and already it was back to the same bullshit. Him lashing out whenever he felt cornered and her thinking he didn't care about her. He toed off his boots, rolling up the legs of his pants to his knees as he followed her. He couldn't help but look at her heart-shaped ass in nothing but panties as she got in the water. He wouldn't forget that anytime soon.

He sat on the edge, his legs in the water and she went over to him, standing between his legs. He grabbed the cup she had brought with her and started to pour water on her hair, her head tilted back. Her hair was a mess and he worked carefully, trying to pull apart some of the matts in her hair. He grabbed the brush and pulled it through some of the knots.

“Ow!” she yelped, turning to look over shoulder at him with a glare. He looked at her sheepishly and bit his lower lip.

“Sorry,” he muttered as she turned back around. He was more careful after that as he tried to brush out some knots, he wasn't used to being so gentle. He alternated between water and the brush for a bit and then he grabbed the shampoo. He wasn't sure who it belonged to but he wasn't sure about it. He didn't want her meadowy scent to be overridden by it. He massaged her scalp with his fingers, relishing the feel of her hair and getting the chance to touch it like this. After a few more washes and brushes, her long hair was once again clean and knot-free.

“There ya go,” he said, still feeling ashamed of himself for his earlier outburst. She turned around in her water to face him and his eyes went to her small breasts without him meaning them to. He caught himself though and brought his eyes back up to her face. She didn't seem to notice since she didn't hit him in the nuts.

“Thanks,” she said, looking somewhat sad. He stayed sat there with her between his legs and he chewed his thumb.

“Look, about before…” he started.

“Let me guess, you didn't mean it?” she snorted bitterly. His heart sank at her words and he furrowed his brow as he looked down at her. See, she’s already gettin’ sick of this bullshit.

“I didn't mean it Charlene and ya know I didn't. I fucked up...again,” he bit out, feeling angry with himself.

“I get it Daryl. You don't like looking after me and you certainly don't wanna be stuck with my ugly half-naked ass,” she frowned. Daryl looked at her like she had grown another head. He was about to speak up, to tell her just how wrong she fucking was with every bit of that statement but he was interrupted.

“Room for one more?” Merle grinned. Daryl closed his eyes and groaned, of course Merle had to do this. He noticed how Charlene moved closer to him, hiding herself behind his legs almost. Her breasts were pushed against his thigh and her arm against his crotch. He hoped to fuck his dick didn't decide to wake up with her being pressed against him like this, things would get real fucking awkward if that happened. He was confused why she was so at ease with being in her underwear around him. Even letting him wash her hair, yet she shied away from Merle who she was also close to. Nothing was making sense today.

“The fuck ya want Merle?” Daryl sighed, casting a glance to his brother. Merle had a smug grin on his face and Daryl wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He knew his brother knew how this was affecting him. His brother knew he liked her after all.

“Just comin’ to see how my favourite little lady's doin’,” Merle smirked, plonking himself down on a rock near the pair of them.

“I’m kind of busy here Merle, and half-naked,” she snorted, her face flushing little as she pressed even closer to Daryl. Dear God, I take back every bad thing I said about ya. Please don't let me get a fuckin’ boner. I’ll do whatever ya want. Fuckin’ go around bible bashin’, baptise people in the fuckin’ quarry. Name it and it's yours, just don't let me get hard.

“I noticed that. Seem awful cosy here huh?” Merle smirked. Charlene's eyes widened and she looked down, her cheeks heating up. Did he know she liked Daryl? She couldn't even look at either of them. Daryls felt the heat creep up onto his face as he glared at his brother.

“Keepin’ an eye out. Shane thought it was appropriate to come down here and catch the show,” Daryl spat, his anger resurfacing as he remembered. Merle’s face darkened a little and he pursed his lips,

“Hm...is that so? Might have to have a little word with him,” Merle mused. Daryl smirked inwardly. Merle was just as protective of her it seemed and he actually wanted to see what would happen if Merle had those words with the jackass.

“Guys, shut up okay? Just leave it alone. I know how you talk Merle and it's with your fists. Can we just have no drama for once?” she huffed.

“Anyone would think ya got a thing for him,” Daryl muttered bitterly. He shocked himself. He had thought about it, but he hadn't meant to fucking say it out loud and make himself sound like a jealous bastard. Merle's grin widened at his words and Charlene glared up at him looking unimpressed.

“What's wrong? Jealous?” she sneered as she moved away a little. Not so bashful about her lack of clothes now she was getting angry. She knew he wasn't jealous, but he was being an asshole so she was being one right back.

“The fuck would I be jealous about?” he growled, standing up and grabbing his boots and his bow. Merle shook his head looking at him incredulously as he started walking away.

“How the fuck did ya ever get laid before all this Darlina?” he snorted. He really didn't understand how bad his brother was at this. He liked her and he was being a dick. Daryl shot him a glare before stomping back off to camp. Leaving Charlene with Merle.

“The fuck is his deal?” she asked angrily, climbing out of the water. Merle looked down, averting his gaze as she grabbed the clean clothes and tugged them on. It was uncomfortable since she was still wet but she was mad and didn't care.

“Don't worry about him sweetcheeks. He doesn’t know his ass from his elbow right now. Think his heads all over the damn place, with ya comin’ back from the dead and all,” Merle muttered, glancing back to where Daryl had been moments before.

“I wasn't dead,” she huffed, finally dressed. She put her hair up in a high ponytail to let it dry and get out of her face. Merle stood then, dusting himself off a little.

“I know. But we thought ya were. I don't think ya get just how bad it was sugar. We really thought ya weren’t comin’ back. Daryl just...shut off. He wasn't there for a while. And when he came back he was just angry. Only ever seen him like that after Ma died,” Merle frowned. He hoped by sharing this with her she might cut his dick of a brother some slack.

She chewed her lower lip a little. She couldn't fathom why Daryl had been so upset but she knew Merle wouldn't lie to her. She knew Daryl had issues. Especially when it came to failing at things. He had said he blamed himself for what happened so in her mind, the only logical explanation for how upset he was, was the fact he had failed again. That was the only reason he could be that upset.

“I’ll just stay out of his way until he cools off,” she sighed, making her way back to camp with Merle by her side. Merle knew he needed to talk sense into his brother. If he didn't want to admit how he felt, then fine. But he didn't have to keep lashing out at her like this. His damn mood swings were giving them all whiplash and it wasn't fair to her. If he wanted to ignore his feelings he needed to fucking man up and do it right.

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