It's been a week since the Dixons joined the camp. They had meant to only stay a week but after Dean and Eli's persistence, Merle settled for a few weeks in the camp. The leader, Shane, doesn't like them at all and finds them a dangerous group of white trashed redneck, but the Dixons never cared what people thought of them.
They have noticed that not everyone feels that way, however. The group is all too happy when the Dixons bring back meat for them, Daryl and Eli always make sure to bring a good amount back to the group.
Eli trudges out of the woods after yet another go at hunting. He has a string of squirrels on his back and a rabbit in his hands. The women are washing clothes at the creek when they hear Eli. They all turn and Eli freezes on the spot. Much like his father, Eli hated crowds. He hated people staring at him, hated them talking to him, hated them talking about them, he just hated them. Having this group staring at him right now made him want to make a break for it.
Lori Grimes, the leader's bitch, was glaring heavily at him as if he's a piece of dirt on a white carpet. The others, the blonde sisters, and the silver-haired woman were watching him more with curiosity than disgust. Since being here Eli has noticed a line being drawn. There is the group that doesn't trust the Dixons and finds them a disgusting bunch of apes and then there's the group that is thankful to them for bringing what they hunt to the group. That thankful group also are curious about them. Eli doesn't know which group he likes less. The dark-skinned woman, Jacqui, she normally sides with whatever group is bigger at the moment with her. Currently, there is three in the thankful group and one in the distrusting group, so Jacqui is siding with the thankful group.
Thankfully Eli gets some of the tension off him when his cousin comes crashing through the woods. "You little fucker." The girls watch as Dean Dixon comes out covered in mud and god knows what else. Eli turns and looks at Dean with a grin on his face. "You think this is funny? You're going to get it you, dick sucking bastard." Eli easily dodges Dean's swing, but he's not prepared for Dean charging him. Eli goes falling into the creek, dragging Dean in with him. Eli can hear laughter from the bank, but he ignores it as he dunks Dean's head under and starts swimming for the bank. Dean pushed him in pretty far, he can't even touch the bottom right now.
"You fucker." Eli goes falling under as Dean pulls his foot out from under him just as he touched the ground, causing Eli to fall head first into the water. Eli's throat burns from the water filling his lungs and his eyes sting from the creek. When he reaches the surface he's coughing up a lung full of water.
"You asshole." Eli coughs, causing Dean to grin.
"Should have closed your mouth." Eli shot a glare at his cousin, punching him right in the face.
"Bastard." The only time Eli isn't quite like his father, hiding in the background, is when he's around Dean. Most would believe Eli and Dean were brothers the way they fought, but that was just the way they were. They were their father's sons. It only makes sense for them to roughhouse.
"Are you okay?" Eli's head shot up to see a pair of baby blue eyes staring at him. He is on land now, dripping wet, and his clothes sticking to him like glue. The girl who had spoken was the younger blonde sister. Her eyes ran over Eli's body. Taking in, his jeans, that stuck to him and shaped his legs and groin, his shirt, which was like a second skin because it didn't hide anything, in fact, it should off his abs and biceps completely. She finally met his eyes again and he raised a dark eyebrow at her, causing pink to fill her cheeks.
"Fine." Eli says gruffly before getting slammed into by his cousin, causing him to go stumbling forward.
"Hey, sugar tits mini." Eli shot a look at Dean as he says that, grinning and eyeing Amy over. Amy's face grows hotter at Dean's eyes racking her form. A weird feeling stired in Eli's stomach as he watched Dean. His stomach feels as if it's in knots. He grunted and started up the hill, wanting away from whatever made him feel sick.
Dean catches up with Eli and glances back. "What's with you?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing." Dean grins. "You don't want me checking out your girl?"
"Fuck off, Dean." Eli growls. "I don't give no fuck about some city bitch."
"Sure that's why you look like you're going to puke just from me eyefucking her."
"Shut up." Eli pushes Dean away from him and heads for his tent where his dad and uncle were sitting. "Tell your sick bastard of a son to shut the fuck up." Eli snaps as he drops his kills at his father's feet and headed into his tent.
"What'd you do now?" Eli hears Merle ask Dean as Eli pulls his wet jeans off. Dean whistles as he comes into the tent to see Eli in only his wet boxers.
"Go the fuck away, faggot." Dean snickered and headed over to his area to get changed.
"You know, Eli, if you went to the creek like that the girl would be on you like a fly on shit." Eli rolls his eyes and pulls on a dry pair of boxers and jeans, buckling them up and heading out of the tent, shirt in hand.
"Tell your faggot of a son to stop staring at any living being including his cousin." Eli flops down beside his father gracelessly and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Merle snickered as Dean walks out.
"What you don't want this?" Dean thrusts his hips grunting, causing Eli to throw his boot at him.
"You sick fuck." Dean laughs and sits down beside his own father.
"You're just pissed because you're girl wants this." Eli's face burns red as he glares daggers at Dean.
"Shut the fuck up, Dean."
"What girl?" Daryl asks, causing Eli to groan.
"Oh, you're gonna wanna hear this, Uncle Daryl." Dean grins.
