Ok there's some rapey time in this chapter, incest too. So don't read if it doesn't float your boat.


Shots echoed in the woods and a mad, nasty laugh followed it.

"Merle, what the fuck!" Daryl hissed and scanned the area for anything moving. The fucking world ends and this is the person he is stuck with; his lunatic brainless big brother.

"Stop being such a pussy Daryleen. I shot ourselves a lunch!" Merle gave another nasty laugh and a victory shout as he stepped closer to the deer he had just shot. Daryl, still eyening the surroundings stepped towards the deer as well. His brother was right, now they had plenty of meat to eat.

"Let's get back to the truck and cook us a meal!" Merle left the carrying of the deer for Daryl and made his way towards their tent. Daryl just huffed and began to lift their meal up when he heard a branch snap close by. He froze and listened closely for more sounds. He dropped the deer down and lifted his crossbow up trying to see who, or better said what, was walking so close by. As he heard more rustling sounds he slowly walked towards it. Blood pumped in his ears as he took steady steps forward, and there they were, two damn walkers right in front of him. Just as he moved his finger to shoot a panicked yelp came from the other,

"Humans!" And Daryl slightly lowered his bow, taking a better look at the men. Smaller man, or a boy, let out the air he had been holding and the other taller guy just looked annoyed. That didn't make Daryl very happy. He lifted his bow back up and the Chinaman held his breath again.

"What's your business in here?" Daryl growled. The bigger man just looked more irritated and Daryl wondered what his chances were if this would erupt into a fight. The bigger one took a half step forward but the Chinaman took a hold of his forearm as a plea not to continue and the three of them stood silent for a while until the bigger man gave in.

"We heard gun shots, wanted to check if somebody had problems with walkers. Wanted to check out what the hell was going on." An acceptable reason, Daryl decided and finally lowered his bow.

"So where did yo-"

"Daryl, what the hell is taking so long- the deer ain't that heavy!"

He slightly winced as he heard the sound of his brother making way towards them. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes only to open them lazily to see Merle by his side looking amused. Shit, this just isn't going to end well he thought.

"So the deer ain't the only animal you found my dear baby brother."


Shane is kinda surprised of the reaction this redneck gave as he heard the sound of his friend yelling for him. The alfa male vibes he had gotten from this man, Daryl if he had heard right, completely vanished when the other guy stepped next to him. Shane wasn't sure why, but he felt more irritated. Two rednecks to deal with wasn't making his day any better. But then he mentioned a deer. Ignoring the insult he had to ask,

"You got a deer?" The one called Daryl looked at him like he was a moron.

"Yeah" "No" The hicks said at the same time and the bigger guy shot a mean look at the other.

"How much?" He asked and the idiots looked troubled.

"We have a camp nearby. Other survivors. We have been living on a can food for a while. So how much for the deer?" Shane explained shortly.

"Fuck no, we ain't trading it. I've been tracking that animal whole night!" Daryl said, clearly irritated.

"Shut up" The bigger redneck growled. Shane noticed how Daryl changed his weight to his left, away from the other man and how he lowered his piercing gaze to the ground.

"What do you got?" The redneck demanded and Shane glanced Glenn and licked his lips.

"How about a carton of cigarettes?" The bigger guy squinted his eyes and grinned in a way that made Shane slightly sick.

"It's a done deal mister."


It was kind nice, this noise of people just talking. Daryl usually didn't feel comfortable around many people, but after being alone with Merle all these months... Daryl caught himself smiling. He was smiling for fucks sake. He was even talking with this Chinaman, and what were they talking about? Pizzas. Fucking pizzas.

"-whatever. We used to live in the country, it was a damn feast every time we got pizza for dinner."

"Probably because they didn't have to butcher their meal first" Daryl heard someone crack a joke, he noticed it was that bitchy blond chick.

"Well I don't see you complaining about that deer ya stuffing into your mouth, Missy." Daryl retorted. The blondie was opening her mouth to answer back but Shane cut her off.

"Save it Andrea. You should be more polite to the man who got food in your stomach." And with that she shut up. Daryl gave her, as he liked to call it, the Dixon stare and was pleased to see her whisper nervously to her sister.

"Well I practically lived on it." Glenn continued, and Daryl was confused for a second. "On pizza I mean. I can't cook anything." He took another bite of his meat and sighed. "I do miss pizza." Daryl laughed with the others. He couldn't remember the last time he was this relaxed. Merle usually kept him on the edge, he was so moody. Thinking of Merle, Daryl perked up his head, where the hell was he? Spotting him slightly away from the fire where everybody were sitting at, Merle was talking with a woman, that skinny skank, Lori. Daryl would have usually let Merle do whatever pleased him, even though he didn't think he could stop his brother from doing anything, but this was different. They might stay with these people and he didn't want Merle fucking that up by doing something stupid. Like he always did. Daryl got up and walked towards them when he saw Merle getting closer to Lori and she didn't appreciate that. Daryl could hear her talking now.

"Back off Merle." Daryl walked slightly between them, shielding the girl from Merle.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Nothing baby bro, just talking here."

"And that's all, so back off." Lori barked behind him. Daryl saw how Merle's eyes narrowed, ready to pour more gas to the fire.

"Come on bro. Let's go eat some more, alright?" he said hopefully. The tree of them stood still for a while. Then Merle wiped his nose and took a step back.

"Nah, I'll be heading back to the tent. See ya at morning baby bro." And then he stalked away. Daryl turned towards Lori. They stood in an awkward silence for a minute.

"Sorry" he muttered and walked after his brother.


"What an asshole." Lori scoffed and snuggled closer to Shane.

"That I don't deny." Lori had just told him about this little scene. After watching the Dixon brothers tonight, he decided that there was something odd about how they acted towards each other. He couldn't really point his finger at what, though. And now he didn't really care, for all he knew they were like the white trash that they looked like, mad dogs. He was angry at Merle, but there was a need for the brothers. "But they are good hunters. And we are low on can food." His comment didn't make Lori very happy as she was still angry.

"Then have Glenn go get some from the city." Lori retorted and Shane couldn't help but to think that Lori could be so childish sometimes.

"You know that we can't keep on doing that forever." Shane answered "We need them."


It was peaceful. For a day. Merle was after all, well, Merle and he didn't play well with others. And he couldn't keep his racist mouth closed, and there were a lot of colorful people in this group. Merle also tried to hit on all the women on the camp, even with those who were taken. Ed didn't take it very well when Merle said something to Carol and it had burst into a fight that took all the guys in the camp to stop. Daryl didn't know who would blow up first, Merle or everybody else. So he found Shane and suggested to take Merle away from here, to hunt with him.

"I think we'll be couple days away, to clear the air, you know, before you people tear Merle a new one" Shane gave a small laugh but gave an approving nod. "Or he'll tear you" Daryl added under his breath. Shane seemed surprised by his offer, but was more than happy to agree. Shane seemed like a good guy in Daryl's eyes. At least he protected all the people who looked up to him. Daryl appreciated that kind of people. And then there was his brother.

"Mer, we're good to go."

"Remind me again why we need an ok from Shane to leave this dump."

"You agreed on being a part of this group." Daryl said as Merle spat on the ground and went to his motorbike. Daryl tensed in alarm. "You ain't gonna -" Merle shut him up with one sharp look that was way too familiar.

"Just making the end of the world more bearable, Daryleen." Daryl looked away. Only a few days Daryl, then back to the camp, to the 'civilization'. He psyched himself and huffed. He had lived with Merle few weeks totally alone when this zombie thing had started, dammit, he could bear being with him a few days. Merle walked towards him and Daryl lifted his eyes. Merle wiped his nose once and gave a loud bujah.


"Hey Shane have you seen Daryl around?" Dale asked with his usual cheerfulness. Shane shook his head.

"Sorry, you just missed him. He went hunting with his brother. Said they might be out a few days." Dale took off his hat and scratched the back of his head.

"Pity. He said he might have some tools that I needed for the camper." Dale huffed. "We kinda made a deal about it already." Shane shrugged.

"I dunno what to tell you. How fast do you need the tools?" Shane asks and Dale weighed his hands.

"Well I would like to start fixing the car as soon as I can, better have it working if anything were to happen. But I don't think I should go around and grope other peoples stuff, especially if it belongs to the Dixon brothers!" Shane could agree on that.

"But Daryl did mention that the tools were on the back of that car they have." He added. Shane pondered for a while. Going trough Dixon's personal stuff? Sounded good to the nosy cop inside of him. Dixon's car and their tent were on the corner of their camp, slightly separated from everybody else. At first Shane thought it was somewhat suspicious to build their tent so far from the others, but now he counted it as a blessing. He did not want Merle anywhere near sleeping people. There was a tarp over the back of the car, Shane pulled it off. He froze.

"Are those what I think they are?" Dale asked and pointed the wrapped packages in the trunk. Shane took one into his hands and took a closer look at it.

"What the fuck do they intend on doing with this much cocaine?"


"So, Daryleen. How you liking the camp?" Merle taunted and Daryl hoped he would just shut the fuck up. He was watching the ground, trying to see any tracks from a deer or anything else eatable.

"Well? Something caught your tongue there, Daryleen?" Merle teased.

"No. I like it there." Daryl gave a short answer and caught a glimpse of a squirrel. You are mine. He shot an arrow after a few seconds. There was a soft thump when the squirrel landed to the ground. Daryl gave a small smile of triumph.

"I bet you like all the pretty gals there." Merle gave a nasty laugh. Daryl kept quiet and pulled his arrow from the dead squirrel. "I sure like do." Merle continued talking to himself and they continued walking further away from the camp.

"Too bad they are all such stuck up bitches. Think they can have something better than me." Merle gave his giggly laugh that he did when he was high. "I think they haven't noticed that the world ended!" Merle shouted every word louder, towards the camp Daryl realized.

"I haven't had had a decent fuck in ages." Merle continued his ramblings and Daryl tensed. He wondered where this was going.

"Fucking skanks." Merle yelled again towards the camp.

"Don't shout, okay." Daryl hissed. He shouldn't have. Merle had his attention on him now.

"Don't be like that, baby bro." He gave a nasty smile and put his hand on Daryl's shoulder. He visibly flinched at his touch but Merle didn't move his hand.

"Don't touch me." Daryl growled, tried to intimidate his brother but the other just found this funny.

"Or what?" He asked and rubbed circles with his thumb. Daryl's stomach felt heavy and he shrugged his brothers hand away and continued walking, hoping his brother would stop fooling around. And with two long steps Merle was behind Daryl and a pain lashed trough his scalp as Merle took a hold of his hair.

"What the hell!" Daryl growled, trying to pull Merle's hand away.

"Maybe I'll just need to use you eh, Daryleen?" He whispered near his cheek and Daryl turned his head away. "Wouldn't be the first time." He added and Daryl felt a flash of nausea.

"Not this time." He said in weak voice and lifted his crossbow and aimed for his brothers leg. Merle didn't like that, and now they were struggling and Daryl got a few hits on his ribs. Daryl tried to hold on to his weapon, but Merle succeeded to twist his arm almost to the breaking point and he had to let go. His beloved crossbow flew to the ground and Merle went straight to his hands, trying to trap him. Daryl slipped away from his grasp and tried to get away. The branches under his feet snapped under his weight as he ran. He should have foreseen this. He could have been safe if they hadn't agreed on staying, keeping Merle away from those women. It had taken only a fucking day around those fucking women to drive Merle up to this point. Daryl cursed under his breath. He heard Merle behind him, closing in. He stumbled and Merle took this chance to tackle his feet. And he was falling down, the dry leaves not softening the fall at all. He hit his head and hissed in pain.

"Now, now, stay still, baby brother." Merle was sitting on his back, trying to trap his hands and Daryl tried to kick him. "Whoa there." was the only comment he got.

"Get off me!" Daryl hissed and struggled against the weight holding him down. A sharp punch in his ribs hurt like hell, but he kept on struggling. Merle grunted in irritation. The second hit went straight to his head and Daryl groaned in pain. Everything went dizzy and Merle took this opportunity to tie down his hands with his belt. Everything was a blur to Daryl, he only felt the pain in his head, the dry leaves under him and Merle's heavy breathing behind him.

"Finally, to the business." Merle muttered and Daryl could feel his pants going down. The panic grew heavy in his chest, it cut trough all the pain in his head, trough the dizziness. Merle was really going to rape him. "No no no no, stop it Mer, you don't want to do this, please" he hear himself begging and all Merle did was give one of his sick laughs. Then there was the sharp pain. Daryl couldn't help but cry out loud. He felt so sick Oh God. He shut his eyes and tried to gasp for air. He tried to fight his hands free but was punished with one painful thrust inside. He let out a small whimper. It was all too much, feeling his brother inside of him, his breath on his back and the bruising hands on his hips. His heart beat in his ribs and he couldn't breathe. The pain didn't go away, it grew and grew and Daryl could hear himself begging for his brother to stop, and Merle just went faster, slamming inside of him again and again and again. And then he gave a unrefined grunt and slumped on top of him. He calmed down his breath and unceremoniously pulled out.

"Well that was nice, wasn't it?" Merle said, catching his breath and giving a slight tap on his ass. "Now here's the deal. We are both going to go back to the camp tomorrow evening. I'll be waiting you in this spot." He freed Daryl's hands. "Don't forget to bring some food."

And then he walked away.


Daryl couldn't stop trembling. He sat in the cold water, naked. He had wandered to the lake where the women washed everybody's clothes in. He had scrubbed his skin until it was angry red and sore. He took a trembling breath and tried to calm down. It didn't work.

"Aw fuck." He mumbled, lowering his head to his hands. His eyes prickled. Daryl realized he was crying. He hadn't done that in years.

"I don't have time for this." He mumbled, angry at himself. And even more angry at Merle. He got up, reaching for his clothes. The tears smeared his face, and Daryl tried to will them to stop oozing out of his eyes. With trembling hands he pulled his jeans on. He had trouble with his zipper.

"Damn it!" he shouted and wiped his eyes. It still didn't stop. His breath was uneven and he was dizzy again. He heard a noise behind him, and with a few quick moves he had his crossbow in his hands, eyes looking for the source. Not a single soul had seen Daryl Dixon cry since he was six years old and beside her mothers closed coffin. But there stood Shane, staring straigh at his tear striped face.


Comments please. Give your opinions should the Shane x Daryl relationship be bromance or romance.

Edit: Just fixed most of the mistakes I found, I'm pretty surprised I haven't got any complaints about them.