Title: Strange Meetings
Rating: T
Prompt: "Before the zombie apocalypse Daryl Dixon walks into a bar and meets two of the Mikaelson brother." From WayLowHalo
Disclaimer: I wish I could own The Walking Dead and The Originals but I am not that lucky.
Daryl Dixon had had a long day. He was just getting home after working most of the morning at the construction site. He was looking forward to catching up on some sleep before going back to work early in the morning.
He really shouldn't have been surprised when he got home considering Merle had been released from jail yesterday morning and he was already up to his old ways. There was his brother sitting on the couch with a naked woman on his lap as they were smoking pot. Daryl took one look and walked out doubting his brother even noticed him. After a few weeks of freedom Daryl had felt almost suffocated by his brother antics.
Getting back on his bike he headed down the street to the local bar. He always seemed to spend most of his nights there when Merle was around. He didn't much like the people his brother hangs out with. Daryl was no saint. He had done his fair share of drugs before and held some questionable company but he was not like his brother.
Entering the bar he walked straight to his usual place in corner. He liked this spot because he could see everything. All the people who came and went throughout the night could easily be watched. Just the way he liked it. It wasn't crowded yet but that was sure to change soon.
"Here you are Dixon," the bartender; Steve, sat his drink down in front of him, "am I keeping them coming?"
"Yea," Daryl answered with a nod, "it's gonna be a long night."
"Long night," a voice came from beside him, "sounds familiar." Daryl looked toward the voice and noticed a man sitting in the near darkness of the corner. Daryl cursed under his breath for not noticing the man.
"Yea," Daryl said again looking out toward the bar again. The man didn't belong here. He certainly had never seen him before. His accent was not from around here either.
"You must come here often," the man said drinking his own drink. Daryl nodded not bothering to look at him, "you don't talk much. Do you?"
"Don't got much to say," Daryl told him, "you ain't from around here. People don't much talk to Dixons."
"Really?" the man Chuckled, "why not? You seem so charming."
"Do leave him alone Niklaus," another man appeared, "we should be going."
'What the hell kinda name is that?' Daryl thought to himself watching the two men.
"My brother," the man called Niklaus said looking toward Daryl with a small smile on his lips, "Elijah never likes to have fun."
"Rebekah is waiting for us in Mystic Falls," Elijah said ignoring his brother's comment, "Mikael is near." Daryl saw the smile on Niklaus face disappear.
"As lovely as our chat has been I'm afraid we must take our leave, "Niklaus told Daryl as he stood.
"Yea," Daryl said looking back out toward the bar. He would be glad that they left. He wanted the quite that this Niklaus wasn't giving him. They disappeared out the bars side door and Daryl sat back watching as more people entered. The brothers seemed odd.