Author's note: I considered doing this for SanSan then I considered writing this for Merle but Daryl really wanted it and I don't give the guy enough love. There is Spanish in this, I've included translations in parenthesis and Daryl maybe a little OOC but I'm working off his "I was just another redneck asshole with an even bigger asshole for a brother" comment to Beth in Still. I just gave him a happier ending than I think he would have had.
I don't like you, but I love you
Seems that I'm always thinkin' of you
You treat me badly, I love you madly
You've really got a hold on me
"Damn neighborhood gettin' overrun with them spics." Merle sneered as the girl hurried past their front lawn on the way to the bus stop at the corner.
Everyday Daryl would see her walking by, her hair done up in a strange bouffant pony tail, her navy dickies hugging her round ass and her thin white tank showing off the olive skin of her arms and ample chest. He remembered her from school, before he dropped out and started hanging with Merle and his crew more and more often. Isabelle was her name and she would look at him then quickly look away and walk in any other direction seemingly to get away from him.
Daryl finished his beer and threw the can at the sidewalk, missing the girl by a foot but making her jump all the same. Merle threw his head back and laughed, the girl scowled, her full dark lips pulling up and her almond eyes narrowing, but she didn't say anything, she hurried off and soon she was out of sight.
"I'm going to get laid, want me ta see if Nancy's got a friend?" his brother smacked his shoulder.
"Naw," Daryl laid his head on the back of the white plastic chair he was sitting on and looked up at the dilapidated roof of their front porch, "I ain't interested in gettin' the clap. You should wear a rubber lessin' you want ta be pissin' fire again."
"Fuck." Merle rubbed his face and stood up, "Think I got somethin' somewhere's."
Daryl closed his eyes, "In my dresser, got half a box." he sighed. Truth was he hardly ever needed them and the box was over a year old, might be even more than half a box left, Merle was welcomed to them, Lord knew antibiotics were expensive.
"Hell yeah, little brother, ya sure you wanna just sit here, some of her friends ain't that bad, Marla's got titties out ta here."
Daryl opened one eye ta see Merle stretching out his arms, if he wasn't exaggerating Marla was packing watermelons, he closed his eye again. "I'm fuckin' beat, maybe later."
"Suit yerself pussy." he brother mumbled before heading in.
Daryl reached into the cooler by his chair and opened another beer, he hardly registered Merle walking out of the house and leaving on his bike. His head was busy wondering what Isabelle looked like without all that eyeliner and lipstick, and he was wondering if her round ass would be just as enticing bare or if big asses were gross up close and personal. He'd never know, their kind and his kind didn't mix.
"Isa!" Daryl was awoken from his alcohol fueled nap, some time later by a female voice with a thick accent calling out.
"Abuela! Que estas hasciendo aqui?" (Grandma, what are you doing here?)
"A donde te fuistes?" (Where did you go?)
Daryl stood up, these women were lucky Merle wasn't here. He wouldn't take kindly to their gibberish. He walked slowly down the steps and toward the two women, lighting a smoke along the way.
Isabelle or Isa noticed almost immediately and grabbed her grandmother by the arm.
"Come on Abuelita, we need to go." she ushered the older Mexican woman away and down the street with Daryl glaring at them the entire way. Isa looked over her shoulder at him several times, making sure he wasn't following.
After that day Daryl made point of learning Isa's schedule and he made sure he was there when she walked by his house and to the bus stop. Sometimes he'd just glare at her, other times Merle was there with a quick line,
"Hey, girl! How much for you ta clean my toilet?" or
"Homegirl, wanna bring me an enchilada next time you come by."
Daryl always laughed out loud, a perverse part of him enjoying the pain behind her angry scowl at their words.
He grew to look forward to seeing her walk by, even if she looked at him with anger and fright. She deserved to be frightened, she'd never even given him a chance, even back when he hadn't so much as spoken to her.
"Fuck her," he mumbled to himself when she would practically run past their house, without looking up.
Then one day, she didn't show, she didn't show the next day either or the day after that. Daryl would have thought she moved but he saw the little brown boy that lived with her riding his bike alone from time to time. She was still here, and he wondered how she got were she needed to go now. Maybe she got herself a boyfriend to drive her around, the thought made him sick. He told himself it was because the spics would breed but the thought of someone else in between Isa's legs made him want to punch something.
It was a fluke when he found her, he ran out of smokes and the damn store by the house was out of his brand so he hauled his ass in the opposite direction to the corner store farther away and there she was stepping out of a bus right in him. She'd been walking an extra mile in the opposite direction to catch the bus. She froze her brown eyes wide when she saw him. Daryl balled up the cellophane from the smokes he'd just opened and threw it at her.
"Why?" she asked him exasperated. Her voice was strong and clear with just a hint of an accent. "What have I ever done to you?"
Daryl didn't bother saying anything, he lit his cigarette and glared at her. When she realized she wouldn't get an answer she continued down the street and Daryl followed, his eyes taking in the sashay of her hips as she walked quickly trying to get away from him.
Finally she just stopped and stepped aside, clearly trying to get him to walk ahead of her, Daryl stopped too.
"What are you doing?" there was fear in her voice now as she looked around. If she was looking for help she was shit out of luck, they were alone, the street deserted and the woods to their right.
Daryl didn't stop to consider what he was doing, he flicked his cigarette onto the street and grabbed her upper arm, dragging her into dense forrest.
"Daryl!" she yanked at her arm, trying to get away. He held on tight but stopped when she yelled his name.
"You know me?" he asked.
"Of course we went to school together. I know you." he voice was shaky and she yanked at her arm again. Daryl tightened his hold and pulled her after him for a few more minutes before stopping at a large tree in a clearing.
Baby, I don't want you, but I need you
Don't wanna kiss you, but I need to
You do me wrong now, my love is strong now
You've really got a hold on me
"Daryl, whatever you are going to do, please stop." her voice quivering but she held her head high. "I know I can't beat you but i've never done anything to you, why are you being like this?"
Daryl rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, "You used ta run from me in school girl and yer still runnin'."
"I didn't…..and look how you are, of course I run. I can't beat you and your brother. I'd be stupid not to run."
"Yeah you did," he ignored the rest of her answer, "see me comin' down the hall 'n you turn tail and head the other way." he bit back.
"I…it's cause." Isa shook her head and closed her eyes.
"It's cause what? Huh? Scared of the redneck, then you wonder why I ain't nice ta ya. Fuck you!"
"I wasn't scared….then….not like that." her cheeks were red as she looked out into the woods towards the road.
Daryl stepped into her line of sight and took another step closer to her, getting in her personal space. "Scared like how then, brownie?"
Her face crumpled up in anger, "Fuck you redneck!" she tried to move around him but Daryl was faster, grabbing her and pinning her to the tree behind her.
"Answer the damn question." Daryl could feel her soft breast pushed up against him and despite his agitation he began to harden.
"I…" Isa squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, "I thought you were handsome…OK!… I was shy! Now you have something else to torture me with."
"What?" Daryl shifted in surprise, accidentally rubbing his erection against her belly.
Isa's eyes widened at the feel of his hardened member, "Daryl what are you going to do?" she almost whispered.
And for some reason his mind took the question and turned it into a challenge. He grabbed her jaw and bent down to kiss her.
Baby, I love you and all I want you to do
Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hole me
Tighter, tighter
Isa let out a squeak as his lips touched hers and for a few moments there was nothing, nothing but him moving his lips on hers, rubbing himself against her like he was still some stupid teenager, then she parted her lips and the kiss deepened. It didn't take long for him to wrap his arms around her, drinking in the soft taste of sweet lemonade on her tongue, it was a nice change from the liquor and cigarettes he was used to. He realized this was probably his first sober kiss in….years…maybe ever.
He took her there against the tree, surprising both of them in his intensity and her willingness. If he was afraid her skin or her body would repel him he was wrong, he enjoyed the feel of her fleshy backside as he held her up, her thick thighs wrapped around his waist as he trust into her over and over again. He studied her when they were done, as she bent over to retrieve the underwear and pants he'd practically ripped off her. No, he decided, big asses aren't gross up close, he liked them just fine. She wasn't fat, he noticed, even though Merle had said she was more than once, she was just more padded in certain places. Thinking of Merle brought him back to what he'd just done.
"Best if people didn't know what happened." he rumbled as he buckled up his belt.
Isa paused as she buttoned her own pants, "Like your brother." she asked softly.
"Merle wouldn't like it, should probably keep using this bus stop too."
Isa didn't say anything as she continued to dress, she sat on a fallen log and put her shoes back on.
"Hey," she didn't look up. "I know yer schedule, I'll come every chance I get."
She smiled sadly at that, "Sure Daryl."
He wasn't a fool, he knew she wouldn't like it. He wouldn't like it if it was the other way around, if she had told him they needed to hide, but if they didn't, if they walked out of these woods hand in hand, things wouldn't be pretty for either of them, but it would be hell for her.
"Will you be here?" he asked a stone in the pit of his stomach.
"Ill be here." she answered and she was.
They got six moths of sneaky bliss before he screwed it up.
I wanna leave you, don't wanna stay here
Don't wanna spend another day here
I wanna split now, I can't quit now
You've really got a hold on me
"Come on! You've been a fuckin' fag for months now. You gotta get laid little brother." Merle was dragging his ass from the shitty hole-in-the-wall bar they'd been drinking at and toward a car with a couple of painted up whores who were so sloshed outta their minds they could barely talk.
"OOOOOOO I get the younger one!" a brunette with smeared pink lips giggled at her friend.
"Yer loss sugar." Merle laughed pushing Daryl into the back seat with the still giggling bimbo. "I always did prefer blonds." Merle dragged the bleach blond driver over to him and stuck his tongue down her throat as her hand went straight to his cock.
Daryl's stomach rolled, he hoped to get out of this somehow but if he couldn't, he sure as hell hoped someone had condoms because Merle had taken all of his the last time he fucked Nancy.
The brunette, he didn't bother remembering her name scooted closer to him, her hand sneaking up to his soft penis.
"What's the matter baby," she cooed "got whiskey dick?" Daryl grabbed her by the hair and started kissing her, he didn't want Merle to hear he couldn't get it hard, his older brother was in a mood. The brunette tasted like some kind of sugary mixed drink that made him want to puke, he pulled away and jerked a medium sized bottle of moonshine from his back pocket.
"Here." he tipped a healthy amount of the clear liquor into the woman's mouth, maybe he could get her so drunk she passed out.
It wasn't long before they ended up at the woman's trailer but to Daryl it felt like a life time with the drunken woman sucking at his neck and squeezing his balls. The four of them stumbled into the small living room where Merle announced that he and blondie were getting the bedroom and Daryl could fuck in the living room.
Daryl kissed and touched the girl, focusing on her so that she wouldn't notice that even after all this time he still couldn't get hard. To his relief the plan worked, two more shots of moonshine and the woman was out cold. He pulled of her panties and threw them on the coffee table, he pulled a tit out of her shirt and messed up her hair a bit, after that he unbuckled and unzipped his pants and let himself fall back onto the couch to sleep.
"Good job Darylina," Merle's laughing woke him up hours later. "Now lets get the fuck outta here for these bitches wake up."
He wore a high necked t-shirt to meet Isa the next day, doing his best to cover the marks that woman left on his neck, but it didn't help.
"What is that?" the pain in Isa's eyes was unbearable.
"Merle, he insisted we go out with some bitches." Daryl tried to explain. "But I didn't do nothin'."
"You did something." tears welled up in her eyes.
"I couldn't say no with Merle there."
"Why not?"
He didn't have an answer for that, "I tricked him though, didn't fuck her."
Isa shook her head, "No, I think the only one you tricked is me." the tears finally escaped her eyes and running down her cheeks as she turned and ran.
Daryl couldn't exactly go tearing down the street after her without attracting a lot of bad attention, so he kept to the woods, following as quickly as he could after her, he wasn't able to reach her before she turned down a neighborhood street, he followed a distance behind and saw her enter a house.
At least now he knew where she lived. He would wait till she cooled down, then he could explain.
She didn't show up to the tree for a week, he waited by the bus station, still nothing, he watched her house but never got a chance to speak with her, it seemed quite a few people lived in her house and wherever she used to go, she'd stopped. All her time was spent inside or in her back yard.
With all his spying, he finally found out how she looked without make-up, she was beautiful and when she would go outside to play with the small child she lived with, she would wear short shorts and t-shirts and she looked like an angel sent from heaven. He was about ready to bite the bullet and ring her door bell when she suddenly looked up at him, he froze halfway behind the tree he was peeking from. Her mouth hung open in obvious shock, as she stared for what felt like hours.
"meet you at the tree tomorrow" she mouthed after getting over her surprise.
Daryl nodded, finally it would all get cleared up, he walked home with a smile on his face.
The next day he walked to their spot to find a note and a cassette tape in a baggie nailed to their tree.
Daryl,
I've thought long and hard about us and the truth is I love you. I loved you when you would glower at me, I loved you when you would throw beer bottles at me, I even loved you when you and your brother would make fun of me and there has to be something seriously wrong with me for feeling the way I feel. I think I might even have forgiven you for sleeping around on me but the truth is there isn't anything to forgive, you never made me your girlfriend, you never were going to be my boyfriend, there was never going to be anything but sex against a tree.
By the time you get this letter I should be on a plane outta Georgia, we made a baby, you and I. I was going to tell you last time we met but after everything, I just can't stand to see the look on your face when you tell me to hide that you're the father, or worse if you told me to get rid of it. I have family that said they'd help. This is goodbye.
Love,
Isabelle
Daryl swallowed hard, the tape was the kind you could record your own song on, printed on a strip of tape at the top of the cassette in Isa's neat small writing was,
Smokey Robinson "You Really Got A Hold On Me"
He went home put it in his beat up cassette player listened to it and cried.
