A/N: Usually I am all about Caryl, but this would not leave me alone, so here it is. Drop me a line and let me know what you think.
Beautiful Disaster is a song by 311, music is a huge part of my life, it always ends up somewhere in my writing.
Also I don't own The Walking Dead or any of the Characters, the belong to the powers that be, but I do own Jamie.
Beautiful Disater, flying down the street again.
I try to keep up, you wore me out and left me ate up.
Now I wish you all the luck, you're a butterfly in the wind without a care.
A pretty train crash to me.
Beautiful Disaster
Today was his 36 birthday and he was glad it was almost over. Work was a bitch in the heat even though it was only May, this meant they
were in for one hot summer. He loved his job as a mechanic, but it was miserable in the Georgia summers. Hot in the garage, hot under the cars, just fucking
hot. There wasn't enough water to quench your thirst or enough shade to give any relief.
If it was hot on May 4th, Daryl's birthday, then you always knew how the rest of the summer was going to be. Heat this early did not bode well
for the rest of the season, by 4th of July they would all be baked like potatoes. He was used to it but it didn't mean he had to like it.
So when he got home and Merle's truck and bike was in the driveway he groaned. Merle always wanted to make a big deal of his birthday, ever since Daryl
was little, and frankly Daryl wished just once he would forget. But he never forgot, not once, even years ago, before he got clean, when he was heavy into
drugs, he never forgot about his brother. Merle hadn't really been around much lately though, so Daryl was surprised actually. He was sure he had some new
woman or something. But he guessed he wouldn't forget because that would be a first.
When Merle came out of the house holding two beers as soon as he pulled in. Daryl groaned, because he knew what was coming. Merle was already
dressed in his clean cloths and showered. He just prayed he wasn't planning to go to the strip club again, Daryl had no use for those girls, not the kind that
would jump on your lap for a ten dollar bill.
He wasn't interested any way. Not in a stripper or a doctor, not in any woman. Been there done that.
"Heads up brother go get cleaned up, taking you out tonight." Merle said, handing him a beer.
Daryl looked at him, trying to decide if he could play sick enough for Merle to believe him.
"Come on, drink up, going to make sure you never forget this birthday."
Shit, he thought to himself, that was a scary thought. No getting out of this, Merle had his mind made up to take him out. It was Friday night and Merle was
a pain in the ass if he wanted something.
"Well, fuck me then."
Daryl said as he walked into the house. Aint this a bitch, happy fucking birthday.
WDWDWDWDWDWDWDWDWDWDWDWD
They went to a new bar called Donovan's. Daryl didn't know why, and Merle was acting kind of shady too and that made Daryl more than a little nervous. The
place looked ok though, atmosphere of any other bar and the music was good. The kind of place that played The Allman Brothers and Skynard, served
mediocre alcohol and just as mediocre food. No place special, just not the usual place he and Merle went to when they went out together, which wasn't very
often.
Daryl didn't like to go out, he didn't like people. Merle on the other hand had the gift of gab and made friends with everyone, everywhere. He would talk to
anyone, didn't matter who they were.
"Ah here she is." Merle said as the waitress walked over. She had a big smile on her face.
She was a sweet looking little thing with dark hair and green eyes. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a loose bun, with wisps of hair around her face.
She had two pencils stuffed in the bun and a cigarette behind her ear. Daryl smiled at that, it was adorable. This was the kind of woman Daryl went for
before. Before Leslie. That's how his life was in his mind now, before Leslie and after Leslie. He was currently in the after Leslie part of his life, and it was not
a good time.
This waitress was cute though, had a dimple on her chin, and one on her right cheek when she smiled, which she was doing right now. Daryl wondered what
it would be like to kiss her cheek where that dimple was or the one on her chin. Then he shook his head, those kinds of thoughts never entered his head, not
anymore.
This was after Leslie life and he hadn't had that much to drink yet either. So he couldn't figure it out. Why had he thought that, it had been so long since he
thought things like that? Usually if he was drunk enough he would find someone to fuck in the bathroom of the dive bar he and Merle usually went to, if he
had a mind for it. That wasn't very often though.
"Hey Merle I was wondering where you were tonight." She said smiling.
Oh, ok Daryl got it now, it was like that.
"Jamie Collins, this is my baby brother." He said standing up and kissing her on the cheek.
Not the cheek with the dimple, Merle was an idiot sometimes Daryl thought to himself. If she was his he'd be all over that.
This girl was not Merle's usual type and Daryl was a little confused. She obviously was also way out of Merle's league. She carried herself in a way that oozed
confidence and that was so attractive to Daryl. But he wouldn't be kissing that dimple if she was Merle's woman. He knew that, no matter how cute she was he was
not interested in Merle's cast offs. No thank you. He almost felt bad for her, Merle wouldn't be sticking around very long, he never did with women. Still even if he
was interested a little a few minutes ago, he wasn't now.
"Oh you're Daryl, Merle talks about you all the time, I've heard all about you." She said.
"Well, I aint heard about you." Daryl growled.
She laughed a full of belly laugh and he thought how beautiful it sounded, and how beautiful she was when she laughed. Not good, he thought as he started to fidget.
This girl made him feel a little unbalanced for some reason he couldn't put his finger on.
The music was suddenly too loud 'Gimme three steps' was playing and as she pulled out her pad to take their order. The blood was thundering in his ears as he was
wondering how Merle landed a girl like this. Merle always stepped in shit, all his life. This was just another example.
"No probably not, what are ya drinking tonight Merle, Jack and coke?" She smiled again, dimples.
Clearly this was not his brothers first time here. It was Daryl's first time at this particular bar two towns over from where they lived. Merle went out of his way to
come here tonight and frankly Daryl couldn't blame him. This girl was worth the thirty five minute drive. He wasn't thrilled to be playing third wheel though. They
defiantly knew each other very well it was obvious to anyone. He noted as Merle nodded at her.
"Sure darlin and one for my brother too, today's his birthday." Merle said as he sat down.
Daryl tried to sink down in his seat, damn it Merle, always embarrassing him. He never liked being the center of attention, but it was too late. She was smiling and
nodding her head,
"Oh happy birthday, I'll bring some Jeagerbombs for ya'll too, on me. Be right back." She said happily.
She walked away and Daryl couldn't help glancing at her ass, even though it seemed like she was Merle's new woman. He was a man after all, and it had been a
while. He knew he needed to get laid, he just didn't have the stomach for casual sex.
But Damn she had a nice ass.
"Nice view, huh brother," Merle cackled.
"Huh," He shrugged. "Oh sorry." He said trying not to look like he was just busted for looking at her ass.
"Don't need to be sorry, she and I's just friends it's all we ever gonna be." Merle said, and Daryl was suddenly lightheaded for some reason unknown to him. Merle
was just friends with a woman, this was news. But that wasn't why he got dizzy all of the sudden, why the air went out of his lungs for a minute. Merle wasn't seeing
her.
Merle wasn't seeing her!
But why the fuck did that matter to him.
"Why's that." He said perking up just a little and Merle noticed that. Daryl had been a shithead all night until just now. Merle looked at him his lip quirked in a tiny
smile.
"Oh she aint my type, you know that. I like em a little blonder, little taller and with a bigger rack, she's cute though aint she." He nodded at Daryl. "I been coming
here a while Jamie and I are tight."
"You are friends with a woman? That you aint fuckin? That's a first." Daryl answered, still not really believing this.
She came back with the drinks and set them on the table. She was smiling again like she really was glad to see them not just that she was trolling for a tip. Her smile
was wide and genuine, Daryl could tell things about people, he was very observant, he just didn't say much. She was a nice girl. Who was friends with Merle?
Amazing.
"Here you go, Happy Birthday Daryl." She passed his drink over.
He nodded "Thanks Jamie." He said uncomfortably, but looking up at her because, fuck it why not.
"You let me know if you guys need some food ok Merle, I got a table of college boys on the deck I gotta go deal with." She rolled her eyes as she said that. Damn but
she was cute. "Or should I just order the nacho's you and I both know you want now?" She laughed.
"Sure darlin, and some of those wings, extra hot." He smiled at her.
"Ok coming right up." She pointed the pencil at him and crooked her eyebrow.
"OK, you let me know if you need help out there Jame ok." Merle said, touching her arm and looking at her.
"Sure." She smiled at Merle and then turned to Daryl. "Did you know your brother has appointed himself my personal bodyguard, he's a good man."
"Yeah, well you need it girlie." He laughed and she hit him with the bar towel in her back pocket.
"Watch it Merle or I'm flagging you, and its only 7:30, that would ruin your night." She laughed.
"Whatever." He laughed. "This aint the only dive on my radar ya know."
She smiled and walked away. Daryl's eyes followed her. Then he turned back to Merle.
"You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?" He said to Merle.
"I've known Jamie oh about six, seven months now, she can tell you how we met." Merle said off handedly as he looked around at the people in the bar, taking a sip
of his drink."We's friends, outside the bar too."
"That aint answering my question. Why ain't we at Shooter's as usual." He looked back over at Jamie, who was laughing and taking the orders of another table.
"If you aint trying to fuck her why are we here." She was so bubbly and happy Daryl was thinking as he watched her interact with her customers. "Why couldn't we
just go to Shooter's like every other time?"
"Well, we know she aint my type." Merle looked around, cracked his knuckles then looked back at Daryl. "But I got to thinkin. " He paused, looked right at Daryl, who
looked back at Jamie. "She's just perfect for my baby brother."
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