Hello my lovelies!
So, the past few weeks have been pretty busy with work work and more work. But damn I almost forgot to share, I got a new job! So I’ve been going through a lot of training lately and have been also house & dog sitting on the side and doing volunteer work. So once again I haven’t been able to write much until now.
I’ve been doing much better lately and have been concentrating more on myself. My family and boyfriend have been a great support, as have all the amazing people that messages me when I was down. So thank you guys so much again!
I’m all up to date on the requests now so please send new ones my way. I really hope you liked the newest posts, and comments/feedback is always welcome. Oh and not to forget, Dirty Dixon | Part 4 is finally posted and can be read right here: http://welovedaryldixon.tumblr.com/post/87334897501/dirty-dixon-part-4
I hope everyone is doing well, I can’t believe it’s almost June! Time has been flying by this year, and I’m dying to see the new season already. I believe I’m having withdrawls (might explain the sudden inspiration to write haha!) Well I wish everyone much love, happiness, kisses, hugs and fun. And don’t forget, requests are more than welcome on all the characters! <3
"If you call me sugartits one more time I swear to god Merle I’m gonna kick you in the nuts!" She yelled at his older brother. Daryl watched her from a bit away, it took some guts to stick up to a brute like Merle, but Merle only found it funny until she actually did kick him right between the legs and stomped off, leaving him on the ground, groaning and moaning.
"Bitch," he hissed after her but remained on the floor for a few minutes, cradling his balls.
"It’s your own fault dickhead," Daryl told him snickering.
"Yeah yeah, I know," Merle said and stood up when the aching had gone away enough to move again.
She was one hell of a girl, ever since she joined the group she had taken partial command and given people chores, jumping in where it was needed and proving that she was more than capable of pulling her own weight. It surprised him, at least everyone around here had their days but she seemed to remain strong, but at the same time she kept her distance from the group.
That night he headed over to her while she sat by a campfire, a bit away from the already sleeping others, except for Shane and Dale who kept watch that night. But they were out of sight, and Daryl knew she liked it that way, being away from others. For some strange reason though, he wanted to talk to her, apologize for his brothers behaviour and offer a drink of his bottle of jack. It was the least he could do.
"Hey," he said but she didn’t respond as her face was hidded in the palm of her hands. He heard a soft wimper and he layed his hand on her shoulder which made her flinch and look up while he pulled away. Quickly she wiped away her tears and the scowl was brought back to her face.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Yeah," she sniffed. "I’m fine, fucking allergies," she muttered but he could see she had been crying. He sat down next to her, giving her some distance while she stared into the fire and the look on her face softened when he handed her his bottle/
"Do you think this happened for a reason?" she asked Daryl softly after taking a sip and giving the bottle back.
"Everything happens for a reason, this just happens to be a fucked up situation," he answered the way he thought about it. She sniffed and cast her eyes down, looking at the ground and shuffling her feet.
"I never watched a person die before all of this happened," she admitted. He didn’t answer, because he had seen some fucked up shit happen in his life and he wondered what had made her so tough.
"Sadly it was someone close to me to be the first," she looked into his eyes and smiled faintly, trying not to cry, trying to remain strong but failing miserably.
"I keep seeing him, over and over. It never fucking ends," she whispered.
"It’s not gonna get any better, it just gets easier," he whispered and fresh tears rolled over her cheeks as she closed her eyes for a moment.
"This is one big fucking nightmare," she muttered and buried her face in her hands again, trying to hide her sadness. But Daryl wouldn’t let her cry alone, in times like these support was needed and he put his arms around her and comforted her. Even if they said nothing the rest of the night, at least she knew he was there for her.
The air was stuffy and dry in the building we carefully and quietly walked through. I took the lead, having Daryl follow right behind me as we tried to find supplies in the building. We had already taken down a few walkers but further into the building the coast had been clear.
"Door on the right, I’ll go first," I said softly and swung the door open, peering inside with my flashlight, only to take a startled step back and bumping backside first into Daryl when a rat came scurrying out. I heard him groan softly and looked back.
"Sorry," I whispered.
"It’s fine," he said softly and we through the new room. I held my hand out and touched his leg, stopping him from moving before continueing and listening for anything that was hiding in the dark, not realizing I was placing my hand a little to close to his… "Dammit," he muttered shortly after and I turned, just to see him turn away from me.
"What’s up?" I asked and he shook his head.
"You alright?" He was facing away from me and I wondered what for.
"Yeah, just keep looking around."
"Did you hurt yourself?" I asked curious as usual but he shook his head and I noticed his hands were in front of his body and his crossbow hanging over his shoulder now.
"Daryl?" I grabbed his arm to turn him around and he sighed with his hands in front of his groin.
"Uhm…" I started. He just looked at me with an annoyed look on his face when I realized he was hiding the tent he had pitched. Apparantly I had… rubbed him the wrong way, as a figure of speech?
"My fault?" I asked sheepishly. He nodded and I looked around for a moment before closing the door behind us, knowing we were alone.
"Need help with that?"
"So where’s your group?" I asked the boy who sat with me and my mother. He wore a sheriffs hat and ate the food we had given him while he smiled up happily at us.
"I bet they’re somewhere nearby. You can come with us if you like," he said and I smiled at him.
"We’ll have to see about that," I said and he nodded.
"It’s not safe, there are a lot of evil people out there. Especially now. I think it’s because everyone is afraid," he said, looking away for a moment, giving in to his own thoughts and fears.
"You’re probably right Carl, but that doesn’t give anyone the excuse to take another persons life."
Suddenly we heard a crash in the front end of the bar and all three of us stood up. Carl almost dropped his place and I grabbed my shotgun and put my fingers to my lips, indicating they needed to be quiet.
"It might be one of my friends," Carl said softly.
"We’ll find out soon enough, now stay put." I walked out into the bar and saw a man carrying a crossbow on his back rummage through our cabinets and drawers. It wasn’t until he felt the cold steel of my shotgun against his back that he froze.
"Hands up where I can see them," I told him strictly but calmly. He did as I said and he turned around to face me.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" I grinned. The man was surprisingly handsome, his stubble and half long hair suited him well, and so did the sneer across his face.
"I ain’t lookin’ for trouble," he told me and I licked my lips.
"Well you sure found it," I smiled at him and he raised his eyebrow.
"Didn’t think anybody would be here."
"Well we are. Are you alone?"
"Yeah, for right now at least."
"What are you lookin’ for?"
"Hey! That’s my friend!" I suddenly heard Carl shout from behind me. I turned to look at him as he walked up to Daryl and I realized I could lower my gun.
"You’re friends with this redneck?" Mom came walking out of the backroom now too and smiled when she realized everything was okay.
"This is Daryl Dixon, coolest redneck I know," Carl said and Daryl grinned slightly, amused by the young mans comment.
"Are you hungry Daryl?" Mom asked from behind me and I looked at her and shook my head while I sighed. She was always takin’ care of people, even when we could barely feed ourselves.
"I actually am ma’am," Daryl said and cast me a glance. I lowered my weapon and sighed again.
"I’ll go make something, get comfy," she said walking off. Carl followed her happily, glad he had been found and glad everything was okay. I looked at the redneck and raised my eyebrow.
"You ain’t stayin’ long," I told him and he grunted.
"Wasn’t planning on it."
"Yeah, good." For a moment it was silent, in all honesty all I wanted was to keep my mother safe and we had been just fine here. I didn’t trust people, but these guys seemed alright for now.
"Have a seat, and keep your hands off our stuff," I said and walked into the backroom where Carl was helping my mom.
"So what do you think of him? He’s a really nice guy," Carl said.
"Yeah, but good looks and a kind heart ain’t gonna get him far though."
"Hey Daryl! You hear that? She thinks you’re cute!"
He went down hard, hit the ground and slammed his head. For a moment he was dazed but within seconds he was scrambeling backwards, grabbing his knife and stabbing one walker through the head while the other fell onto him. He yelled out and kicked at it but it was heavy and he was tired, he saw the jaws snap at him furiously, hungry to tear at his skin while it groaned and clawed at him. He honestly thought at that moment that it was the end for him, that he would never see his friends again, never find out what happens after all this shit. And never meet a woman he would love. But that’s when he heard a squelching sound as a silenced gun went off and a bullet tore through the walkers skull, killing it once again. Daryl dropped the body and it fell onto his legs, weighing him down and he looked up to see his rescuer walking over to him. A beautiful young woman nodded seriously at him and pulled the walker off of him while he stared at her surprised.
"Thank you, I would’ve been a dead man without you," he said but she seemed not to hear him. It was when she turned to face him that she smiled at him.
"I said thanks," he said and she nodded.
"What’s your name?" She shook her head and pointed at her ears, indicating she was deaf. Now that was impressive, a woman that relied on her eyes only during a time like this? At least she was very aware of her surroundings, that’s how she had spotted him through the trees.
"I appreciate your help, really. My name is Daryl Dixon," he said and shook her hand. She nodded being able to read his lips, still smiling at the man as he brushed himself off. She was gorgeous, she truly was and he was very impressed with her shot, because if she had missed he would’ve been walker food.
"Are you alone?" he asked her and she nodded and a slight frightened look crossed her face, it seemed as if she had been fending for herself for some time. She looked around to make sure everything was clear and put away her gun and giving him a hand to help him up. He took it and stood up, looking around for a moment.
"You shouldn’t be alone out here, it’s dangerous." She nodded and cast her eyes down but he smiled at her slightly but looked back up at him when he started to speak again.
"You can come with me, I owe you my life," he said and she shook her head, she didn’t want his life. She did just what any other alive person would do. He took her hand in his and looked at her seriously, he wasn’t going to leave her behind.
"Please, I want to keep you safe. I’m not leaving you behind." She looked into his eyes and signed ‘thank you’, which he understood quite well actually.
"You might have to teach me that though," he said and she smiled even brighter, making him blush. He hoped to get to know her better, because she was one of the most remarkable women he had met in a long time.
I dont know how to ask this without sounding like just another promo hog. but I made this gofundme so i could do something special for my husband (we recently passed our 1 year!), and it's on my blog (and pic tab) a on the picture of me and him as a cartoon(bitclip) on the beach, and if maybe you felt like posting this (or on the very off chance reblogging that pic?lol,if not it's cool) so your followers could read it and stuff I would be forever great full. Welp, thanks for reading this <3 :)
Hello there darlin’. Like you already said it’s not really related to my blog so honestly I usually don’t post stuff like this, but I understand where you’re coming from and congrats on being together for a year, that’s great! I wish you much happiness and love together and of course great adventures and fun together. But I’ll post this ask on my blog for this one time so people can check it out. xo