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Merle was pulling down his jeans, and Daryl was trying to make it as difficult as he could. The clicking sound of a gun loading surprised the both of them. Merle turned around, scanning wildly the surroundings and finally his eyes locked up to the hill.

"Shane." Merle commented dumbfound. Daryl craned his neck to see past Merle and saw him too. It was silly how relieved he felt at the sight of him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Merle demanded, "Don't you know better than to intervene in other peoples business?" Daryl squirmed under Merle's heavy weight. He felt a sudden heat in his cheeks and realized he was blushing. For fucks sake, he was embarrassed.

"It's a cop thing." Shane commented and waved the gun towards them. "Would you mind taking your belt off of Daryl's hands?" Shane asked with a perfectly calm voice. Merle didn't move for a second, and Daryl was sure that he was weighting his options.

"Whatever." Was his answer and he turned towards Daryl to let him free. He bended his head closer to Daryl and he turned his head away in instinct.

"We ain't done yet, baby bro." He whispered and gave a low laugh. It sent cold shivers down on Daryl's spine. As he had his hands back he managed to push Merle away from on top of him and then he crawled further away from him. This seemed to amuse his brother to no end. The air was filled with an awkward silence as Daryl pulled his jeans back up. Merle was very pointedly not watching Shane at all, just staring at Daryl. And Daryl tried to avoid looking at either of the guys, closing his zipper. He still felt too naked. Nobody didn't seem to know how to proceed. Daryl realized he was the only one on the ground and didn't like his weak position in this Mexican standout. He made a move to stand, and there was a flashing pain from his ribcage. Daryl slumped to the ground with a hiss. He took a calming breath while praying that his ribs weren't broke. Mer can't punch that hard. He struggled onto his feet. Shane made a disgusted noise and it seemed to tick Merle off.

"What the hell was that?" Merle imitated Shane's noise. Oh fuck. Shane sifted the weight between his legs and sneered at both of them.

"My apologies, I just don't witness incest everyday." Daryl had to lower his head again as the words sunk to his head. He felt sick again.

Shane hadn't felt indifferent in how to deal with these two, but as he saw Daryl crawl away from Merle, needing to put ground between them, seeing how his fellow survivor pulled up his pants and hissed in pain he felt utter disgust. Merle started barking at him and he answered coldly. What kind of question that even is? He's Daryl's big brother for Gods sake. Who does that? Rage was building up in his head.

"Well easy for ya to say since ya get a slice of that bony bitch of yours whenever ya like." Merle was barking again and laughed. "I'll take what I can." Shane was purely struck by this mans morals. Daryl muttered something under his breath, only audible for Merle's ears. The older Dixon brother's fist swung, aimed for the head of the younger. They started an outright brawl.

"Hey!" Shane yelled, "Remember the guy with the gun?" There was an impressive kick on Merle's stomach and Merle countered with a heavy punch to the ribs. Apparently not. Shane lowered his gun and hurried down the hill, Daryl was getting his ass kicked. Shane took a hold of his rifle. The back of his rifle and Merle's head had a date, one heavy blow to the head and he was down. He kicked him twice on the side for a good measure. Heavy breathing was the only noise in the air and Shane let his left hand go trough his messy hair. The silence lasted for what felt like ages to Shane. Daryl only stared at his brother, not moving at all.

"So." Daryl lifted his gaze up to meet his eyes. "I have a few ideas what to do with him, but I'm not so sure you'll agree to them." He mildly joked, rolling he gun awkwardly in his hands. He gained a shift smile.

"Care to share?" Daryl asked his scruffy voice. Shane licked his lips, this wasn't going to go smoothly.

"That night at the lake. I need to know, Daryl-" The other man shook his head but he pressed on, "-did he go further than tonight?" Daryl didn't meet his eyes anymore.

"I wouldn't pry otherwise, but I need to know how grave this situation is." Did he want to know, he wasn't even sure himself. Daryl then lifted up his head, and Shane almost flinched back from the pure hostility in his eyes. That was an answer enough. Shane closed his eyes for a second and sighed.

"Then we can't have him near you anymore." This was the first thought that Shane had. "He isn't part of our group anymore."

"What? So we just leave him here?" Shane was puzzled, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting. "I ain't leaving him to the woods for bunch of walkers to eat!" Daryl took a step closer. "He's still my brother, I won't abandon him!" Shane shook his head.

"He's not safe to keep with us. With you." Daryl gave him a look that said I dare you. "I just met him a week ago and I can tell you that he won't stop... hurting you until he has no other choice." Shane took a step closer.

"He's the only family I got." Daryl was staring straight into his eyes. Loyalty. Shane didn't get it. After what this asshole had done he was still loyal to him. The silence stretched. Merle groaned on the ground, pressuring Shane to make a decision.

"Fine. He can stay."

Daryl was temporally sleeping in Shane's tent, since they were low on options that night. He was alone there, Shane had the night watch to finish and Merle was in their tent, probably already sleeping. Daryl snuggled deeper in the sleeping bag and tried to fight off the sick feeling. He was drifting between dreams and snapping back awake. The hands on his back, pushing him to the ground and then the blue fabric of the tent. Shane looking down from up the hill, speaking. The dark floor. Dad. His own hands. "I just don't witness incest everyday." When he woke up this time he couldn't fight off the nausea anymore. He dashed out, reaching the near woods before letting it out. The sound of vomit roaming out of his throat and meeting the ground wasn't pretty. It nearly made him sick again. Steadying himself with his right hand on the near tree he wiped his mouth with the other.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself, taking deep breaths. Pathetic. Gaining power over himself, Daryl got up and headed back for Shane's tent, but stopped when he caught the tent's owner staring at him on top of Dale's camper. Daryl tsk'd and retreated to the tent. He didn't sleep anymore.

Shane watched as Daryl disappeared to his tent and huffed. What a night. Shane had a lot of thinking to do. The simple thing would be to kick him out of the camp. But then again, they would have to move their camp, as he didn't buy that Merle would stay away just because he's told to. What a pain. Shane was pulling his hand trough his hair again. Gotta protect the group. And Merle was part of their group, even though he didn't like it. He was lost in thought until Dale emerged from his camper and wished him good morning. The sun was rising and Shane squinted his eyes looking at the beauty of it. At least some things didn't change. He came down from the roof and muttered good mornings to people who emerged from their tents as he walked towards his own. Daryl wasn't sleeping when he got in but Shane wasn't that surprised. Daryl was maintaining his crossbow as his head shot up.

"Is it morning?" He asked and put his arrows to the holder. Shane just nodded as he collapsed on his own sleeping bag. The sleep was taking over pretty fast. Daryl was making his way out but Shane stopped him before he got out, taking a hold of his arm. It seemed to annoy Daryl but he didn't move.

"You'll manage, right?" Shane muttered from his pillow. Daryl frowned but nodded.

"Right." Shane drifted to sleep.

Daryl went on with the daily routine. Nobody seemed to question the distance he kept with Merle. Daryl helped to make traps for any walkers that might come too close to the camp, tin cans, holes in the ground, the old tricks would work just fine. They should build a fence around to make it even safer. Better speak to Shane about it. The morning changed to a day and by then Daryl was covered in dirt. He walked towards their water center and started to splash water to clean at least some of the soil away.

"You know little bro," He started at Merle's voice behind him, but didn't turn around. "I meant what I said earlier." Water was dripping down his face as he continued to wash his hands.

"And what was that?" Daryl could hear an impatient huff behind him and he smiled at the fact that he had annoyed his brother. But then he could feel the hot breath on his neck that wiped the smile off.

"That we ain't done yet." Merle growled. Daryl swallowed and turned around to face him.

"Just because ya got a new boyfriend don't mean you're safe." He put his hand on Daryl's shoulder. Daryl just opened his mouth to retort, but he was interrupted.

"Daryl, could you come over here?" Daryl's eyes flew to Shane. Merle gave a dirty laugh and dropped his hand.

"Can't you hear your owner calling for ya? Run along little doggy, run" Merle mocked and Daryl was close on hitting him, his nails digging into his palms.

"Daryl." Shane called again, and the fury settled in his stomach. He bumped to Merle as he walked past him, making his way towards Shane.

"Thought you said you'll manage." Shane commented when he was closer.

"I did." Daryl grumbled and walked past him.

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