Now I didn't think put the name of the person who is responsible for this prompt on here, but BLuIcy is the lady who gave it to me.
Also, I was wondering if anyone caught the small Boondock Saints call back in the first chapter?
Daryl walked the fence feeling the heat of early summer scorch across him. He inhaled deeply breathing in the fresh air instead of the musky air of the prison, this is what he looked forward to in his days sadly. He looked forward to this and the job they had put him to work at here.
He was just glad the thirty days was up and he was now released into general population. Being a new prisoner they had kept him in what a lot of the guards and other prisoners like they call the fish tank. A place where most new comers were placed while their papers and processing was completed.
All that had went fairly easy for him considering he had no ties to any gangs and no others strikes on his record. Warden Huntely was still not letting him have a cell mate though considering the man he was put in here for assaulting suffered some serious injuries. A pool stick will do that though. He snorted shaking his head, he felt bad for the man but he felt even worse for Merle.
Daryl looked around the yard and watched the men interact. He was always good at reading body language and seeing trouble coming. Growing up in a house like he did you adapted fast and that was one of the skills he learned quickly. In the first week he had been in general population he had seen a fight that didn't go so good for the guy attacked. He was still in the healthcare part of the prison.
Setting on the benches and pulling a cigarette out watching the men around him, there was tension in the air. You could almost taste it. Something was going on and the guards hadn't picked up on it yet. They other inmates were getting agitated and starting to break off in packs. His eyes found Axel standing not to far from him at the fences by himself. He was a small man by anyones standards and Daryl almost felt bad for him knowing that it would make him a target. Along with his soft spoken nature, whistling Daryl got his attention and jerked his head at him.
Axel smiled and walked straight for him oblivious to the turmoil around him. Daryl shook his head man must not have grown up around people like he had.
"Hey Daryl, didn't see you out here. They finally release ya into gen pop." He looked around watching the men.
"Yeah. I got assigned a job too." Daryl snorted blowing a cloud of smoke and offering Axel a cigarette.
Taking one, "Really what ya get? I got laundry detail. Let me tell ya that aint something you want."
"See as how I worked with cars and shit they've got me working with that shit here." Daryl shook his head.
"Aint to bad, aint but a few guys get that job." Axel observed, "Hey Oscar." He spoke to a passing man.
The man turned and looked at Daryl before speaking Axel, "What's going on? Got one of them for me?" He nodded a cigarette.
"Got it from him, Oscar this is Daryl."
Nodding to each other Oscar set down looking out around them, "Ya'll feeling this?"
Daryl looked at him before looking back out around them, "Yeah."
"That why you called his scrawny little ass over here by you? Cause I'll be honest you got a pretty serious look about you. You look familiar...you been on the inside before?" Oscar questioned.
Daryl smirked and held out his pack towards the man, "Yeah that's about it. But nah I aint been here before. Been here visiting my brother when he was in bout it."
"What's your brothers name?"
"Merle Dixon."
"Oh i know that crazy motherfucker. He was a brawler." Oscar laughed.
Daryl stood up watching as the yard was getting more tense and the guards were finally taking notice. "I'm heading in before some shit happens."
Both men stood and walked away with him leaving the yard behind. Axel and Oscar laughing lightly behind him as he walked. Oscars words weren't a bit of a shock to Daryl, he knew his brother good enough to know that he would have been one of the ones fighting.
Stepping inside he walked towards his cell and dropped onto the bed twirling his lighter between his fingers waiting for something, anything. He was restless and it was making him nervous and edgy. Just as he set up he heard the alarms sound and the gates to the yard slam. Standing up he moved towards the front of his cell watching as the guards boots pounded the cement moving to break whatever was happening in the yard up.
It was going to be a long ass night with them on lock down again till that shit was settled. He shook his head and walked back into his cell waiting till they called for line up so they could see who was where. Atleast he had been inside when it broke out. Running his hands through his hair he sighed and set down on his bed looking at the blank wall across from him. A month. He's been here just over a month. It felt like a year already and he wasn't exactly sure how sane he'd be by the end of one year. How the fuck had Merle done this for years.
Growling he rubbed his hands harshly across his face trying to scrub away his reality. Coughing slightly he rubbed his chest and stood up at the sound of the line up whistle. Walking to the front of his cell and standing like ordered to do 4 times a day for head count. He watched as the guards passed marking him off and moving past him.
Daryl paced his cell looking longingly out towards the yard but knowing it was now closed down. He dropped down to his bed again just as Axel and Oscar came to his cell door smiling. Daryl looked up at them and nodded.
"Looks like we got out of the yard just in time." Oscar noted.
Axel nodded his head in agreement. "Did you work out a lot on the outside Daryl?" Axel mused.
Daryl looked at him raising his eyesbrows, "No, why?"
"Just your build.."
Oscar laughed loudly and Daryl looked at both of them, "You some kind of faggot?"
Axel's face burned bright red, "No..no. It's just. Shit I aint no good at talking to people." He rubbed his face.
Oscar clapped him on the back, "He was saying you and your brother both have the build like you do."
Daryl shrugged looking down his body. He never really paid much attention it himself but whatever. "Whatever."
Axel's face was still bright red and he looked at them, "I tried working out once, through my back out pretty bad."
Daryl started laughing at the man and looked at Oscar, "I can see that."
Daryl spent the rest of their free time shooting the shit with the two unlikely men and feeling some of his restless energy leaving him. He had laughed more in that little bit than he had in the rest of the month he'd been here. The Whistle blew for lineup again and they dispersed while Daryl stood at attention at the front of his cell, again. The thing about prison was there was a routine. Day in and day out. It was predictable everything had a place, everyone did. It was the people you had to watch, to study. Shit could turn quickly.
Sighing to himself as his cell door slid shut for the night he turned taking in the ten by eight cell. He ran his hands down his arms before sliding them under each other locking his arms across his chest. He felt cold. It was like his childhood but without being like his childhood. He felt that restless energy returning that guaranteed to keep him up till almost time for them to wake up anyways.
Dropping down to his ass he started doing setups to burn some of that energy. Hoping it would make him tired enough to sleep. When he felt the pain in his stomach turn to a scorching burn from the exercise he switched to pushups. He could feel himself finally starting to tire out but kept pushing himself. He wanted to be wore out. He wanted to be able to fuckin' sleep.
"Dixon you got a visitor." The guard called through his door early the next morning.
Daryl stood up following him as he motioned for him to. He knew the routine by now for most things but this would be knew, Merle was finally cleared for visitations. He had been warned that if his brother tried anything that he would face serious consequences. Shrugging it off he moved forward as they cuffed him, they usually cuffed them when moving between buildings.
He walked listening to the chains rattle that held him bound. The jumpsuit he was in just another reminder to him where he was, he wondered what Merle would make of being on the other side of this for once.
He walked through the door to the that could lead you to the Health Care Unit or Visitors Center. He was made again to put his hands against the wall as he was searched.
"Now Mr. Dixon we don't need to remind you to be on your best behavior while in this wing of the prison do we?" The guard warned.
"Nope." Daryl supplied neutrally. He felt his anger boil at being called Mr. Dixon. That was his bastard of a father but let it go. Nothing he could do about it here anyways.
He was turned facing towards them as another set of hands smoothed over him looking for more weapons. He was told the do's and don'ts of visitations. Something he already knew like the back of his hand thanks to Merle. He seen movement out of the corner of his eyes and heard light laughter but kept his eyes forward.
"Hello, give a minute and we'll let ya'll through." The guard charmed.
"Sure thing." The dark headed woman spoke. The other just smiling slightly and nodding.
He could feel her eyes on him. Daryl let his eyes slide to the two women standing off the side. Medical staff, their clothes gave them away. The dark haired woman's name tag read Maggie, while the other quiet ones name read Carol. Looking back forward and feeling the chain around his wrist tugged he stepped through the gate and towards the two women. He ignored them keeping his eyes forward and even when he could feel both of them looking at him.
"Says here your visitor is a Merle Dixon." The guard announced. "Down as your brother. He's been told the procedure as well."
Daryl nodded and stepped through the door being held open for him. He looked up as his cuffs were removed and looked at the two women again who were both looking at him with interest. Sighing he nodded to the guard and turned walking to where he was directed.
Stepping through the door Merle stood up and Daryl waited as he was buzzed into the room. Hearing it he eagerly stepped through and into the room walking towards his brother rubbing his wrist.
"Goddamn it's good to see you baby brother." Merle said his voice thick. His eyes were pained and Daryl looked away at the show of emotion.
"Good to see you too." Daryl said setting at the table.
"I got everything filled out about your account here and your bank account for you. They'll be bringing it to you to sign. After that your account here should be full." Merle spoke low.
Daryl nodded at him, "Thanks. What the fuck has been going on out there?"
"Not a fuckin' thing. Got a job building bikes again." Merle announced.
Daryl looked at him and smiled, "You talk to Nick about that job then?"
"Yeah it worked out. You get out we'll be working together brother." Merle smiled.
Daryl leaned forward on his elbows feeling the effects of being locked up even more now seeing his brother in his customary leather jacket, black tee, cargo pants, and black boots. He missed his fuckin' brother more than he thought he would. It wasn't like this was the first time they were separated but this was the first time Daryl couldn't see him when he wanted to.
Merle reading his face scowled, "You shouldn't have done this Daryl. I'm a grown ass man, I could have handle my own shit."
Daryl's eyes snapped to his, "How long you think you'd got this time Merle? I got a year. If I don't get into anything I'm out before then." His voice held a edge that made Merle shift. "You would have been locked up for good."
Merle swallowed around the lump in his throat and met his eyes, "Aint right, I'm the older brother. I should be the one looking out for you."
Daryl snorted and looked at him his voice getting serious, "You did. You got me out of the house Merle. What you did that night...I owed you."
Their eyes locked and Merle nodded stoically before cracking a smile. "So anything happen in there yet?"
Daryl sighed and lit a cigarette, "Something happened out in the yard. A fight broke out."
"Watch ya ass in there brother. Your new and that'll have some men in there wanting to test you." Merle warned.
Daryl nodded his head, "Figured as much."
"Aint no one tried anything yet have they?"
Daryl shook his head cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders letting the smoke billow out of his nose. "Nope."
"Must be that ugly scowl of yours." Merle cackled.
"DIXON! Five Minutes!" The guard barked.
Daryl looked at him at him before looking at Merle again, "Keep your shit together out there Merle. Don't make this for nothing." Daryl sighed.
Merle looked at him for a long moment before standing and pulling him into a hug. Something was very uncharacteristic for him. Daryl tensed and Merle chuckled. "Keep ya ass out of trouble and get out early. Shit aint right brother."
Both men nodded at each other as the guard cuffed Daryl again. Daryl flipped his cigarette away as he walked back towards the doors that would lead him back to his cell. Atleast Merle was doing good. That was much was worth it, it would all be worth it if he got out of here and Merle really did have his shit together for good. Daryl would feel like he could breath for once without having to carry his brother.
