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What an odd fellow.
What a strange man.
He looked so quiet and closed off, yet he asked about her-
What her story was and why she was here.
"It's a long story." She commented dryly, taking the glass from him.
"I'm a good listener." He told her with a teeny hint of a smile.
teeny.
(A word most wouldn't use to describe Daryl Dixon. The man looked uncomfortably large- curled up in the booth, his knee brought up to near his chin. Like an over grown boy sitting in a too small chair)
Her eyes drifted down to his arms, bared on the table.
"You are aren't you?" she asked, taking a slow sip. She swallowed.
"You seem the sort." He gave a quick nod.
"How long ya'll been married?" he asked after a long while of her looking into the depths of her glass.
"Bout a year and a half." She told him.
"An' he only just started hitting on you?" the way he spoke about it was strange. As if he were talking about the weather, or the state of the government.
(something told her that was not a conversation to have with him while he was drunk)
She shrugged. "No. This is just the first time I've done anything about it."
He gave her an 'ahhh.' Face.
"But it's alright- after I had his ass chucked in jail, I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver."
He snorted- "Sounds like a plan ta me."
She could tell the Booze was setting in. Making him looser than he usually was.
Even though his eyelids had drooped slightly, she could still see the bright blue irises he possessed, the way they lit up in a certain way- the sorta way that said he really was a good listener. The sort that saw nearly everything, but said nearly nothing.
She shook her head. "I don't know what I did next- I just- I couldn't stop." She let out a mirthless laugh. "Word got around to the Barflies and the Baptists. My Momma's phone started ringing off the hook."
"I'll bet." He scratched at the end of his nose, his thumb thwacking against it.
He had a funny nose she thought- but still sort of handsome.
Not the normal sort of handsome. But a particular sort that was just for him.
"Daddy's a lawyer- Momma know's everyone. And being there only little girl." She rolled her eyes as he nodded in understanding, even though something told her he really didn't.
"So I cut my hair and left the house."
"Cut your hair badly and left the house, you mean." He chuckled.
"Okay- okay. You try and do a better job ain't that easy!" She giggled.
He brushed his hair with his fingertips.
"Shoot- I do a damn good job." He cracked a grin, his nose wiggling as he did.
The song on the jukebox changed with a creak of the old mechanisms.
"You cut your own hair?" She asked, brow crinkled.
"Since I was 'bout ten- my brother did before that, the reason I started doin' it when I was ten." He shuddered dramatically. "Bastard near took off an ear! Afterwards, I just couldn't trust anyone else with a paira shears that close to my face."
She snorted into her drink, feeling lighter than she had in years. He was good company, she thought.
She hadn't missed the fact he shared very little of himself as she told him about her marriage and her family-
But she was okay with that. She didn't expect much from him.
So what she got she was more than pleased with.
"Your momma' musta been proud'a you." She giggled.
He shrugged, but said nothing.
Silence fell over the two- slightly less comfortable than the last.
She figured something bitter must have happened in his past regarding his mother.
Whether she was dead or he had wished she was, was yet to be seen.
"What does your mom feel 'bout you leavin' him?" he asked after a while twitching in his seat.
"Oh she hates it!" Carol told him. "She likes Ed, think's he's just fine and the whole thing's a shame and stupid."
"Getting hit on ain't ever stupid." he mumbled, not looking up at her. She raised her brows with a shrug.
"I can just hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it
'Don't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look' "
He raised an eyebrow, taking a gulp.
She took another sip of her own, letting the liquid burn down her esophagus
and leak all the way down to her toes where they rested on the booth next to him.
A man in the corner laughed too loudly, the jukebox was playing a Hank Williams song and she had had just about enough of her mother's hoity toity bullshit.
And who better to tell than a dirty redneck in a dive bar across town.
She pulled a face, imitating her mother's high voice, she was rewarded with a disgusted look on his part. "Go and fix your make up, girl, it's just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart…
But this ain't my mama's broken heart- she didn't marry a guy who ended up a drunk and started beating on her every other day!"
He made a face, as if he'd been hit himself.
She realized he probably had at some point, and that made her angrier than Ed ever did.