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DAWN OF A NEW DAY

**authors note- Compared to my other fan fiction stories…this story contains material of a more graphic nature than some of the others I've written. Like all of my stories, is intended only for mature audiences only.

Chapter 1

Daryl grabbed for his alarm clock, smacking at the snooze button over and over….no matter how many times he hit it, it wouldn't stop. Finally, exhausted and wanting to go back to sleep, Daryl grabbed the clock and ripped it's cord from the wall. To his surprise, it still wouldn't stop.

"What the hell?" Daryl said out loud, sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. Then he realized it wasn't his alarm clock but a car alarm from outside. He grabbed for his watch off his nightstand and saw that it was 4:30a.m.

"You've got to be kidding me….."Daryl grumbled as he tossed the watch back onto the nightstand. He had just gotten home around midnight from working a double shift at the neighborhood mechanic shop.

It was a large shop owned by a friend of the family, Lawrence Jackson. He always had work for Daryl and Merle when Merle felt like earning an honest dollar although that wasn't very often. They had gotten some heavy equipment in and Jackson, as everyone called him, asked Daryl to stay and work on it.

Not many of the mechanics in the shop were capable of heavy equipment mechanics but Daryl had a knack for it. In fact, he had a knack for almost anything he set his mind to even though he didn't finish school past the 9th grade. Much of that had to do with Merle and his father.

Merle had gotten locked up and his dad, who had always been in and out of the Dixon boys' lives whenever he felt like it, had finally returned for good but this time. He was sick but no one really ever knew what with. Most figured some sort of liver disease from all his years of alcohol abuse but by the time he returned it really didn't matter anymore. He only had a few months to live. Daryl's dad had been a mean son of a bitch to both him and Merle, never there for either boy when they needed him. Daryl suffered countless abuse over the years whenever his father would return home. He had the physical and emotional scars to prove it as did Merle. Even still, the last time he came home Daryl saw how frail and scared he was of dying. It was what made Daryl drop out of school to take care of him. It was one last fruitless attempt to gain some respect and admiration from his father. The only thing Daryl's father had for him was hatred. Daryl's mother had died in childbirth and Daryl's father always blamed him for it. Daryl knew this and always wondered if Merle felt the same although their mother was something they never talked about. Daryl remembered his father's last words to him before he died. I'll finally see your mother again….and when I do, just you know, I'm gonna tell her what a piece of crap you turned out to be….can't even take good care of your dying father…you're worthless….just worthless…. Ironically, Daryl had taken great care of his father, probably better than he had ever been his whole life.

Daryl didn't shed one tear when his father died. Surprisingly for Daryl, Merle did. Of course Merle followed it up with spitting on his father's grave. Daryl had never seen Merle emotional and he never had since. It even freaked him out a little to see Merle that way and it was something he didn't understand but he didn't know if he really wanted to either. After their father's funeral, they never spoke of their father again either. Merle was really his only family, dead or alive.

Daryl tossed and turned in his bed for awhile trying to go back to sleep. About an hour later he could smell coffee brewing.

"Fuck it…" Daryl said and he got up and walked to the kitchen in just his boxers. Daryl rounded the corner into the kitchen and hesitated in the doorway.

"Good Morning Daryl, there's coffee on the stove if you want some…." Janine told him as she sat at the kitchen table.

Janine was Merle's "flavor of the month" that month. She worked at the local diner and was up early getting ready to go in for her shift.

Daryl quickly walked over to the laundry room off the kitchen and grabbed a t-shirt from the dryer, putting it on before walking back in. He grabbed a mug out of the cabinet and poured himself some coffee.

"Why are you so bashful Daryl?" Janine asked. "It ain't like I've never seen a man with his shirt off before, we're lucky if Merle puts on anything before he starts struttin' around the house in the morning." Janine laughed.

Daryl just ignored her question. Truth was Daryl didn't want people staring at or asking about his scars.

Daryl grabbed a cigarette pack from the pantry and sat at the table. He opened the new pack and lit a cigarette setting the pack back down in front of him next to the ashtray. Janine reached over and took one out for herself and stuck it in her mouth and leaned closer to Daryl waiting for him to light her cigarette. Daryl just stared at her a moment, annoyed that she didn't even ask if she could have one. That was one thing he always hated about Merle's women. Merle would drag them in one night, then they'd stay until he got tired of them but in the meantime they'd mooch off the Dixon boys as much as they could. Daryl hated it considering most of the groceries and necessities of the house he paid for. He wasn't getting anything in return from these women, not that he wanted anything from them anyways.

Daryl hesitantly picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette but afterwards she stayed leaning in close. She slowly pulled the cigarette from her mouth, her two fingers adorned with long red fake fingernails. Her hair was bleach so blond her hair was brittle and dry. She had so much make-up spackled on that Daryl didn't know if he'd recognize who she was if she wasn't wearing any. Daryl found absolutely nothing attractive about this woman. Merle however, had much lower standards than he did in women. Although if anyone asked Merle he'd always say Daryl was too picky and probably wouldn't know what to do with one if he got his hand on one he approved of.

"Well….well…well….what's everybody doin' so bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning" Merle came strolling in, naked as the day he was born.

"Damn Merle…..Ain't nobody want to see all that first thing in the mornin'….you need to learn to put somethin' on before you blind somebody…" Daryl said to his brother.

"Oh I'm not complainin'" Janine said as she got up and walked to the opposite side of the table to meet Merle. Merle roughly shoved her against the table, lifting her up onto it as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Merle shoved his tongue in her mouth and she let out a moan as Merle kissed her hard. Daryl's coffee spilled out of the mug due to the force against the table….

"Damn! Don't start all that shit here…..people eat on there you know…." Daryl complained as he jumped up from the table grabbing his mug and walked over to the sink.

Merle laughed and pulled Janine off the table and pushed her towards the living room.

"Merle I only got ten minutes before I have to leave for work." She told him.

Merle slapped her on the ass and started to follow her out of the kitchen. "Don't worry babe…..that's plenty of time, come on, let's go back to my room… we don't want to make poor Darylina uncomfortable since he ain't got no one to suck his dick…." Merle headed out looking back laughing at Daryl. Daryl flipped him off on his way out.

Daryl stood at the kitchen sink at looked out the window. He could see a figure stumbling across the street. Their neighborhood wasn't exactly one that you'd take a leisurely stroll through but Daryl assumed the person must be drunk. He left his coffee mug in the sink and decided to go back to bed.