A/N: Hello again for day 2! And yes, I do know that Daryl was quite a bit OOC in the first chapter, but my only excuse is that his New Year's resolution was to be more outgoing and kind… (Which also might tie in later)

Thanks for reading!


Prompt: Ice

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"Get the good shit this time, baby brother!" Daryl slammed the door on his older brother's mocking voice.

"If ya got a real job, we migh' be able to afford the good shit." He muttered his response as he pulled open the door to his truck. It was cold as balls, even for Georgia, and he sure as hell didn't want to freeze his ass off walking the two miles to the convenience store. He was out of smokes, and Merle always got on his nerves when he was sober.

"Goddammit." He hissed as he hit a small patch of black ice. The truck skidded to the middle of the road slightly, but the heavy duty tires made it easy for Daryl to get back in control. He was dying for a cigarette to relieve the stress of the drive, but that was what he was going to get. After a five minute white-knuckled drive, Daryl parked the truck.

"Good afternoon." He nodded at the cashier as he sped into the warmth of the store. It was a small no-name store off the highway, but it was the closest place he could buy his smokes. He first stopped by the liquor section, taking a bottle of Captain Morgan off the shelf.

"Fancy seeing you here." Daryl turned to the speaker slowly, disbelieving his luck. Anna smirked at him, her arms crossed, leaning against the end of the aisle. She shook her head, her dark hair in a high ponytail bouncing off the sides of her face.

"Hey." He said simply. The 'New Year's high' had worn off and now he felt embarrassed about the night before. He was never so bold, so smooth around a woman so out of his league. Or so he believed.

"How are you? You did some serious jager bombs last night." She laughed and walked up to him, observing the bottle in his hand. "Captain Morgan? Still drinking?"

"It's fer my brother." Daryl muttered, half hiding the bottle behind his leg. He moved to go to the register, and Anna followed. She had a bottle of Aspirin in one hand and a bag of Dove chocolates in the other.

"Ah, well this is my own hangover cure." She lifted her items with a small smile. "Yes, it's true. Every woman loves chocolate." She laughed sarcastically, letting him go before her.

"I'll be sure to remember that." He chuckled, pointing to his favorite pack of cigarettes. He paid and slowly picked up his bag of booze and smokes.

"You smoke too? Marlboro smooth please." She pointed to the green package and paid for all her purchases in cash. Daryl raised an eyebrow.

"My brother calls those 'sissy cigs'. Aren't they minty or some shit?" He asked, opening the door for Anna. Laughing, she pulled one out and lit up.

"Yep. They taste good to me, and that's all that matters." She smiled, exhaling slowly. "Though, I've been trying to quit recently. Made it my New Year's resolution."

"Really?" Daryl asked absentmindedly, pulling a cigarette out himself. He lit up and sighed in relief as he finally got his 'stress management' as he liked to call it.

"Hey, watch out!" Anna called out as Daryl started off to his truck. Before he knew what happened, his feet flipped up in the air, and his butt landed painfully on the ground. In shock, he laid on the cold ground while Anna cracked up.

"Oh my god, that was hilarious! Are you okay?" She rushed to his side, careful of any other hidden ice patches.

"Uh, yeah." He responded, letting her help him up. He rubbed his sore butt and tried to keep the embarrassed blush hidden. Anna covered her mouth to try and hide her giggles, but failed miserably.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, jus' fine." Daryl roughly opened the door to his truck and hopped in, making sure his booze was unbroken.

"Drive safe! And watch out for ice!"