I do not own The Walking Dead sadly….

~Gas station Complications~

I shrugged at her and put my old truck in drive, good enough answer for me "Alright, just have to stop fer gas"

"Oh, I have a few bucks to put toward it" Carol says and starts rummaging through her pockets. I could hear her let out an angry breath through her nose every time she searched a pocket, guessing not finding what she was looking for.

"Ya keep yer money" I say pulling into the station and heading inside to pay. After payin I head back towards the pump. Placing the gas cap on the bed I starting pumping the gas.

"Well, if it aint the hillbilly" I hear as a hand lands on my tailgate.

"You best be takin that hand off my truck if ya want to keep it" I say looking up to find Ed Peletier. This boy is always causing me trouble, don't know why.

He laughed "You call this a truck, more like a pile of scrap metal to me". I really hate this boy and he knows it. Picks at me just to rile me up, but never before has he done it off the school parking lot. He likes the security of knowing the principle would expel me for fucking up there star player. Guess he is feeling froggy today.

"My pile of scrap metal could out run that pussy car" I feel myself grin on the inside as his smiling face turns into a frown. I see Carol stepping out of the passenger side and look between Ed an me "What's going on?"

Ed's face became furious when he sees her "What the hell you doing with my girl, Dixon!?"

Carol spoke "I was never your girl"

"You shut up!" he yelled at her and I can see her visibly cringe away from him in my peripheral vision. I know better than to take my eyes off him, he has the temper of Merle. When he gets mad don't take your eyes off him, that's when he strikes. I suddenly feel something at my side, Carol. She has one hand on my arm, as if to say don't fight.

Carol really didn't know what she was going to do by putting a hand on Daryl's arm. As soon as Ed lashed out at her, she instinctively moved around the truck to his side. She figured Daryl didn't stand a chance against Ed. Ed being the star football jock and all, though when she placed a hand on his bare arm, feeling the power underneath the skin there, her mind changed.

"You have nothing to say redneck?!" Ed's voice was getting madder by the second. Daryl said nothing in response, only a shrug and the other man lost it. Ed was heading straight for Daryl, I was shoved away into the truck as Daryl brought his arm up at the last second. His fist hits square in Ed's face and Ed goes flying backwards, hitting the concrete a few feet away. It looked like something out of an action movie. He wraps his hands around his nose and tries to sit up, but is moaning in pain.

"Ya ever come near my property again, somethins gonna happen." Daryl spat and turns to me "You ok?"

I nod and he ushers me into the truck as he finishes with the gas. It was silent as we took off out of the gas station, I look over and see his hand has blood on it and I work up the courage to speak "Daryl, can you pull over for a sec?" he nods and brings the truck to a stop on the shoulder.

"Can I see your hand?" He didn't do anything when I touched him at the station, but I don't want to risk it.

"'m fine"

"No you're not"

"I've had worse" he replied, but held it out to me anyway. I quickly found some makeshift bandage in my purse and quickly fix it. "Why you hanging out with me when your man don't like it?"

I was took a back by the question "He is not my man"

"Didn't seem like it"

"He just thinks that because of my dad" I say quickly and his eyes narrow at my words. I explained "His and my dad were big drinking buddies and my dad made his dad promise to watch over me at school. Keep me away from the wrong crowds, which Ed is in. Anyway it was a long time ago and it doesn't matter."

"Were?" he mumbled. What? I mentally slapped myself. Damn I should have known he would catch that. Daryl isn't some dumb redneck like they say. I was trying to avoid the matter altogether.

"It's not a story I want to tell" I would have figured a why not or something, but he simply nods lightly and looks down at our hands. I finished wrapping and simply had mine placed over his now bandaged knuckles. Pulling away quickly I put everything back in my purse, without looking at him. He said nothing as he stepped out of the truck and moved to the hood. As he opened it I get out and stand beside him

"What's wrong?"

He screws a cap of the antifreeze and looks in "Everytime this truck stops it loses antifreeze, have to fill it up."

"Need help?" I ask and he looks over at me "Behind the seat is a bottle"

I pull the cab seat down and found a bottle, handing it to him he nods in thanks and pours the red liquid into the container, then puts the cap back on.

"Thanks for earlier" he shrugs at my words "I didn't do anything, but defend my property" he replies and my face goes red at his words, because the reason Ed picked a fight was because I was with Daryl. Lord my mother is probably rolling over in her grave for me thinking like that.

"My truck" he said red faced as well and slams the hood.