AN: Hey all, so this story was originally meant to just be a playful one-shot brought on by a song, but the reviews and feedback have been totally awesome so I've looked it over and jotted down some ideas to flesh it out a little more and turn it into something more. This chapter is just a short little bit involving Daryl and Merle and how I'd picture how their interaction would have been back in the day before all the tension of the apocalypse really tinged it. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks so much for the reviews!
Chapter 2: Boys Will Be Boys
The sun was slowly rising by the time Merle's watch was drawing to a close. As per their agreement, Daryl would soon be up to take on the next round so Merle could get some shut-eye. He leaned against the walls of the tower, his arms folded against his chest with his eyes locked on the grounds. It had been a quiet night with little to report other than the usual batch of wandering walkers; leaving him time to reflect on what happened between him and the Farmer's daughter. Like how soft she was and how sweet she tasted…
He hadn't intended for it to go so far. Hell, truth be told he figured it would've spooked her, having him touch her like that. But it hadn't… if anything it kept her clinging and wanting more. More Merle, he laughed inwardly. Ain't that a first? Someone wantin more o'me. But she had. Shit, she leaned into his touch, even relaxed to it, practically begging for more. He forced himself not to think about what would have happened had he indulged in what her body seemed to be asking him for. It wouldn't do to be walking around with a hard-on today, especially since it was his turn to go on a supply run with Rick. Last thing he needed was Officer Friendly to start flattering himself with theories on why Merle seemed to be hot and bothered on the road.
Still though, it was a tempting thought…
Here she was, a little Virgin Mary, so innocent that even a casual touch on her face got her going red as a beet, all flushed and blushed. Everything would be brand new to her. He'd be the master and she'd be his prized pupil; so precious that no one would touch her but him. He could see it now: she'd be scared at first, nervous at what was to come, but still wanting it, more than anything. She wouldn't know what exactly it was she'd be wanting, but oh, he'd show her. Nice and slow, he'd touch her: her long, soft neck, those sweet little tits, that nice rounded ass…
He'd show her and teach her all those things til she was putty in his hands and begging, begging for more. And then he'd do it, give it all to her: what her body wanted but her mind was so naiive on. He'd be nice and slow at first, of course. It was her first time, after all. He'd go easy and slow, making sure she felt every last inch of him and then, when she was really ready and crying and begging for more, oh he'd give it to her. He'd pound her, hard, driving into her again and again, leaving her writhing under him and clawing at his back in ecstasy.
He'd make her see Heaven without stepping foot in a church or opening that little bible of hers.
Merle was just about to envision his own arrival into Kingdom Come when the door opened. Sure enough, Daryl had arrived with a canteen of coffee and granola bars in hand. His timing was perfect as always. Shit, Merle thought to himself, thinking of times in their past when he got cock-blocked somehow or another by his baby brother. Little brother always was a lil killjoy. Asshole…
"Times up, bro. Ya can head on out now, if ya want. Ricks feedin the lil ass kicker but he'll be ready to head out in a few." Daryl tossed his brother a few granola bars for breakfast, noticing the obvious bulge in his brother's pants. He shook his head, smirking, his mind flickering back to flashbacks in their former lives as single men leaving out in their own, enjoying the bachelor life and all the perks and dilemmas that accompanied it. "Need a minute, bro? Or I guess in your case thirty seconds?"
A shot to the gut was his reply. It wasn't a typical solid-steel Merle shot, but rather a softer one he reserved for his brother: one to hurt like hell and maybe leave a mark, but no real damage. Although he sunk to the ground from the impact, he couldn't help but snicker in reply. "Hey, just sayin' be careful, now. With that damn blade of yers ya might accidentally slice off yer dick, turn yerself into a pussy."
A kick followed the shot to the gut, leaving Daryl writhing but laughing.
"Fucken prick. Yer getting to be real mouthy, baby brother. Ya better watch yerself 'fore I really beat down on ya." Merle warned. Despite himself though, he couldn't help smile inwardly. This is how it should've been, how its always been: just the two brothers amongst themselves. He wouldn't say it out loud and didn't even want to say it in his own head, but he missed this interaction between them and what they had before all shit hit the world and Daryl ended up pussing his way into this damn group; A group that even got his baby brother to look at him with disgust.
"Hmmph. I ain't the one strollin around with a fucken hard on, am I?" Daryl scoffed, still snickering. He inched his way off the ground to stand up and handed the coffee canteen to Merle.
Merle took the canteen, opening it and taking a long swig of the sweet juice of caffeine. He looked at his brother long and hard before giving him a sly smirk, shrugging. "What can I say, baby brother? I'm a real man, got me some needs to be fixin'." He patted himself cockily for emphasis.
Daryl rolled his eyes, taking the canteen so he could get a sip. "Yeah, well like I said, ye better keep it in your pants. There ain't no lil 'Lobo Lounge' where ya can jus stroll right in, have a drink, and pick a pussy like ya used to. Yer on yer own so ya better jus get used to yer damn left hand, ya hear?"
Merle shrugged, taking the canteen back for his turn. "Relax Darlene, don't get yer panties all knotted up. Might shut down whats left of yer dick. Ya forget where we are? Ain't like I got a barrel of pickins over here. Whatta ya afraids gonna happen?" He asked it in his usual cocky –no pun intended- manner, complete with scoffs and snickers, but there was a real reason behind it: Daryl was no fool either. He wasn't as smart as Merle, in Merle's self-proclaimed-unbiased opinion, but he wasn't an idiot. No, Daryl was just slow, Merle thought, so he wanted a marker, to see if his brother had any inkling or sensed something was up. Considering how whipped Officer Friendly had his baby brother, if Daryl knew what was up it probably wouldn't be long til everyone knew and it'd be kill-joy before joy even came.
Daryl was silent for a moment, watching Merle carefully in that long, hard look of his. Inwardly, Merle tensed and returned his gaze with one of his own. He thought for a moment that Daryl really did have a clue til his baby brother finally answered. "Coming into my cell and seeing my big bro dickless. Ain't like you can jus' snap a bandaid on it." He replied with a shrug, shooting a smirk that he learned firsthand from Merle. "Now gimme back my canteen. This ain't no Starbucks, get yer own!"
Slowly, Merle smiled his wolfish grin. Just for the sake of messing with his kid brother, he opened the canteen and took a long gulp, nice and slow, draining it up. The coffee was fresh when Daryl got it and it was burning the hell out of Merle's throat as he chugged but he didn't care. The pissed off look on Darlene's face just made it all the hell worth it. Smirking, he threw the now empty canteen back to his brother, patting him on the back. "There ya are, Darlene. Enjoy."
Daryl scowled in reply, a spitting image to Merle of the little kid he'd have at his side back in the day who pouted at being told he was too little to use his big brother's heavy bow. "Asshole." Daryl spat out, shaking his head against his brother's snickers.
"Happy watchin, baby brother." He opened the door of the tower, heading inside. As he entered, he caught a glimpse of blonde hair down the stairs, sitting at a table having breakfast. He smiled, adding to himself. "I know will…" before heading down the stairs in his typical Merle swagger, emphasized with extra cockiness just for the sake of show and attention from a pair of blue eyes.
