Hey there! I am really new to this, but I figured I'd kill some time while I wait for season 4 to start.
I am a huge fan of Daryl, and I really hope something happens with Carol in S4.
However, while we all wait, here's something that I hope will entretrain you. I know its entretaining me. :D This is going to be an AU story. Just so you know.
Also, my native language is not english, so forgive me if there are some mistakes.

1.

Daryl woke up in his truck, the heat of the sun hitting all over his face, and he noticed a heavy weight spreading across his lap.
'What the fuck', he thought, and then the events of the night before started to hit him as well.
It had been Friday night. He was tired as hell but he decided he could do a few drinks, so he went to the local bar with T and other guys from the car shop. As much as he tried to deny it, he was enjoying the fact of not having to drag a very drugged Merle all the way back home every weekend. Hell, every day really. It made him feel a strange sort of freedom. Merle was finally in rehab in Atlanta, not because he volunteered, but rather cause the state of Atlanta had told him it was either that, or 2 years of prision. Daryl couldn't stop hoping that Merle was finally going to leave all that fucking stuff behind, but he knew better. Merle was Merle, and he was always going to be trouble. He was always going to be his brother, too, the only person he gave a fuck about, so once a week he headed to Atlanta to check on him. Of course, he was now some sort of leader of the rehab center, but luckily, he knew better than to go and fuck it up. That would only mean more time in rehabilition or his ticket to prision. No. He had been through that. It was not going to be like that this time.

So anyway, last night he headed to that bar, he didn't remember the name. It didn't matter, though, cause it was the same piece of shit he was used to going. Hell, he even liked that kind of places. Pool tables, cheap whiskey, lots of women he didn't give a fuck about, but that apparently were willing to fuck him. He was never going to understand that. He never cared about his clothing, hell, he actually didn't have a fucking mirror in his house and he couldn't remember the last time he cut his hair, but for some odd reason, women seemed to find him attractive or some shit. Or at least the women who frequented that kind of places. Yeah, he guessed he was somewhat muscular, but in most cases, he thought they were just desperate. The funny thing was.. that even though he sometimes went for it, those weren't the kind of women he would look in the streets or in the supermarket. Yeah, they were what everyone would call 'hot', but in his opinion, they were all the same: the blond hair, the excesive make up, the big tits, and they were usually loud and annoying. He liked other kind of women, most likely those who would never approach him. He was more into the nice eyes, the cute smile and all those things Merle would call him a pussy for. Sure, sometimes a nice looking wife would be checking him out when her perfect looking husband was not paying attention in the grocery store, but that was about it. And honestly, he didn't care. Not one bit. Relationships were something he was not willing to do. Although he found himself taking off a woman's pants every now and then, that was as far as he was willing to go. Yeah, there was no doubt he was the softest of all Dixons, but that wasn't much to say anyway.

He started to remember the events which brought him there, but they were always pretty much the same. He had been playing some pool with T-Dog when a couple of girls approached him, asking to play with them. There wasn't even time to start the game when the blond one took a zip of whiskey from Daryl's glass and inmediately went all over him. They both disssapeared through the front door and that was it.

The sun was starting to become unbearable and he decided to look down to the female figure who hadn't woken up yet. He felt annoyed and he didn't know why. He shifted a little and felt the blond girl moving. Nice body, big tits, 'no surprises' he thought. He breathed in relief when he found a condom thrown in the truck's floor. He noticed they were both fully clothed, although his zipper was down. He figured that since she was wearing a jean skirt, taking her clothes off hadn't been necessary.
She looked up at him with a weird smile. 'Hey there. Are you up to a second round?'
He stared at her, trying his best not to be a huge asshole. He didn't succeed:
'I'm up to gettin the fuck out of here. Where the hell ya live?'

As he approached the woods that led to his house, he felt relieved. Their house, actually, cause him and Merle built it themselves, wasn´t much to look at, but it was a lot more than he would have asked for one year ago. And it was in the middle of the woods, kinda far away from the small town they escaped to after their fucking dad got away from prision. There was a lot to hunt in the surroundings, and he hade ven managed to grow a few crops and fruit trees. He chuckled to himself remembering how Merle used to call him Heidi, although he had a hard time picturing Heidi with a crossbow and a couple of dead rabbits. 'Motherfucker', he tought. Yeah, he was in a better mood now. He figured he would take a nap before going for a hunt. He could still taste the whiskey in his mouth and he had a huge headache. When he managed to reach his cell phone which was under the truck's seat, he saw a text message from T:
'Had fun there casanova? Remember our boss is having his birthday party in that shit hole tonight. Wear something long sleeved for fuck's sake'.