A/N: Another short Dixon brothers fic; it takes place a month before the Dixon bros meet up with Rick's gang and are left on their own. I've been reading a ton of Dixon brothers fics and they were all so good, and I think that I found a new otp of mine don't get creeped out but I think I fell in love with Amy/Merle and Amy/Daryl but mostly Amy/Merle so Amy might appear in this story nothing huge and she MIGHT! Anywho, I plan on making this about the boys and how they survive during the apocalypse while on their own and it will be a mature read! Warnings below!

Disclaimer: I do not own any one nor do I make profit from the making of this! I proudly leave it to AMC and Mr. Kirman and Frank Darabont!

Warnings: foul language and slight abuse

Hot: Walking Dead

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It was hot, fucking hot! Daryl lagged behind which only caused another round of inappropriate curse words to explode from Merle's lips as he stopped to wait. He usually never waited but today he did and Daryl didn't like it.

He held the bow tighter, the arrow brushing right across the top of his bare shoulder, both arms exposed to the heat of the sun. The brothers haven't always wandered off together as one much but today was a day for everything and Merle honestly preferred if Daryl stayed at his side. They've finally made it back to their camp site which was only made up of one large tent, a small one right beside it and a silly little fire pit in the middle. Daryl was usually stuck in the small one while Merle took the larger much roomier one just to be a dick and because he could.

Only certain nights would Merle ever let him sneak inside with him, that was only if there were walkers right outside, but where they've set up camp, walkers never really came close to them.

Merle squatted down right in front of the fireless pit and stared up at Daryl who stood there on the other side like an idiot, looking up where he shouldn't; "Hey Darlina, that there son ain't gonna' make yer' eyes any better," he didn't snap but Merle's usual gruff, cracked voice normally gave Daryl the chills and the youngest sibling relieved himself from the burning rays of the sun, walking over towards his tent, shoving his bow inside.

Daryl didn't come back out after. Merle sat there for a few minutes longer just to lose himself in his own thoughts. He needed a drink and he needed some food.

He stood up and brushed off his dirty jeans, looking back at Daryl's tent. "Darlina, you gonna' come hunt'n with me or you gonna' stay here and pout, I need some food," he marched towards the large tent and gave Daryl's a kick before entering his own to grab a can of beer.

It was a good thing Daryl spotted that unoccupied Pepsi truck when the boys were wandering cautiously around the city for food or something, and the strange thing about that Pepsi truck was that it wasn't full of Pepsi at all it was full of Bud Light which made Merle a little bit joyful; that was probably the only great thing Daryl had done in a long time, that really made Merle somewhat pleased.

Darly shifted a lot in the tent and popped out a minute after Darly left his, guzzling down his warm beverage. "I'm comin' with you Merle, jus' quit yer' drinkin' you know what that does to you, and we—I don't need no drunk on my hands while searchin' for somethin' to kill!" Daryl snapped, of course he snapped because he was fed up with Merle's bull all the fucking time, but he knew when enough was enough; he didn't want to end up on the ground, or pinned up against a nearby tree, a fist full of his shirt in Merle's hand just from trying to protect himself and his brother, but he let Merle do what he wanted to do. "Boy dontchu' ever tell me shit like that, jus' keep it to yer'self, now wipe off yer' pants, looks like you shit yer'self!" Merle always had to be the one to harm, but no Daryl was never EVER allowed to throw curses like that at 'um and to hell with the shitty drawers, never had Daryl took a fucking shit in his own briefs it was fucking dirt.

But Daryl did what he was told and wiped off the front of his trousers then the back. Merle gave the boy a head jerk motion which told him to follow and the two of them fled further into the sticks.

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E/N: Just a short begining chapter to start out with! How good was it? Review me and make me happy :) thanks for reading! I'm still working on this so don't tune out...or else!