I've been trying to post this chapter for two days but I'm having internet issues. If it takes me a bit to get the next up then assume it's my damn net again.
Daryl swiped at the sweat that was dripping off the tip of his nose. Heat was radiating off the blacktop. Finally this fucking thing was leaving here. He was just out here making sure that everything was in order before the person that was meant to pick it up got here. God forbid this piece of shit show back up because if it did and he had to work on it he was going to burn it to the fucking ground. Every since Dale brought it in a few years back he'd hated it. This thing was nothing but a bad omen. Every time he seen it shit went wrong.
Daryl grit his teeth and stared at the fucking thing. The pale pasty yellow that was faded and long since past its prime glaring up at him. The interior some weird mix of the seventies and sixties. It was like shag carpet met puke and decided to make it with it and this carpet was it's baby. He shuddered to think of being trapped in this thing. It was a nightmare on wheels and if he got lucky he'd never see it again. Next time he was hanging this off to Rollins and telling his dad to blow him.
He couldn't wait to atleast get in the shade. He'd already lost both his shirts and was starting to think he should have stayed home like Carol said. He just wasn't in the mood for people today. Everything that could go wrong did. He even got set on fire at one point. Luckily Jesus seen it before it was too late and it was just his jeans burned but shit. Bad omens...
"DARYL!" Will yelled.
Daryl looked up and jogged over to his dad. Will thrust water at him. Daryl took the bottle gladly and Will pulled him into the shop. He let out a breath as his dad pushed him into the office too. The air condition hit him and Daryl slumped into the seat. He felt drained. He hadn't slept for shit at all last night. Tossing and turning constantly.
"How you feeling?"
"Seven kinds of hell."
"Should have stayed home." Will said. "You look sick. You sure it was just a hangover?"
"I'll be fine tomorrow." Daryl said while sipping his water. It hit his stomach and it churned. "Just got to hot."
"Merle didn't get you anything to eat. I don't think him and Jesus thought you'd eat."
"Liar, his fatass ate it. I gave him money to get me something." Daryl shrugged. "I'll eat when I get home."
"Poison yourself." Will laughed. "What has Travis ass mad today?"
"I don't know."
"He said something about you this morning and a trainee."
"Oh that stupid brown headed one. The one Rick use to be with before she tried to fuck Shane was in there. She made a scene when she got my order wrong."
Will scowled. "I never liked that girl or her mom."
"That's because when Travis was fucking her mom in high school you had to hear her infernal screeching as you put it when we were in school with Lori." Daryl guffawed.
Will grimaced. "I really hate that woman. She sounds like someone is running over a seagull when she's being fucked. How any man kept with it till she got pregnant I'm not sure."
"Desperate men out there. Hell look at Merle."
Will grinned at him. "Speaking of Merle. Your brothers are up to something but haven't said what. Watch your ass."
"I'm changing my locks." Daryl sneered. "Last time they got like that it took me a week to get the life savers out of my showerhead. I Merle putting nair in Mac's shampoo once. You can't trust those motherfuckers."
"Brothers." Will said. "Still try to keep the inevitable fight that will break out from coming to blows."
Daryl rolled his eyes. "If one of them lays a hand on me I'm breaking it."
"Within reason." Will laughed.
Daryl leaned further back in his chair. He closed his eyes and rolled the bottle over his face.
"I need to change the oil, tires, and air filter on my truck today but don't fucking feel like it." Daryl grumbled. "My service engine light came on."
"Get it tomorrow and drive your bike home." Will threw his helmet onto his lap.
"I need to get it home anyways."
"What time you coming in tomorrow and I'll come get you so you won't have to drive and leave a vehicle behind."
Daryl yawned and set up. "What ever time you need me."
Will nodded at him and Daryl stood keeping his helmet in his hand. Daryl walked out and straight into Merle. Merle smiled at him and threw his arm over his shoulder.
"How you feeling baby brother?"
"Like shit so whatever fucked up shit you're up to please just stop for today." Daryl met his brothers eyes.
Merle's hand went to his forehead and pushed Daryl's hair out of the way. Merle eyed him and shook his head.
"That's more than a hangover." Merle scolded. "Your ass should have stayed home. Go to the doctor or some shit. Don't be coughing the fucking plague on me."
"Fuck you Merle."
"Maybe Carol will dress up as a nurse for you."
Daryl grit his teeth. He didn't need the terrible image that just put in his head. He needed to be able to go around her without seeing those tiny fucking underwear. They were going to haunt him till the day he died. He'd be wrecking his bike or some shit and instead of seeing his life flash before his eyes there would be Carol in those skimpy ass panties looking to smug for his own goddamn comfort. No, he needed to avoid that shit because if he let himself get close to her she was going to mace him.
"Got shit that needs to be done." He ignored Merle.
"Your boyfriend Jesus could have done that and Rollins. Actually I think dad already gave Rollins that car you'd wanted to work on."
"Fuck you." Daryl snapped. "I ain't fucking gay and that's some bullshit. He left me with Dale's shit."
Merle hummed and laughed outright. "Yeah, yeah I know Elton."
Daryl gave him a weird look at the smile on his face. He didn't trust it. He hated that his brother was up to something. He hated it even more because the look was telling him that he knew something that Daryl didn't. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know anyways. It didn't bode well either that Mac had the same look on his face. These two always had a certain air of scheming about them but it'd lessened since Mac moved. He'd hoped that it'd just fucking stop altogether because more than once he found his ass falling down steps because they thought it was funny to put oil on them. No he'd hoped that since Mac was going to be a dad soon he'd calm down. Merle would maybe get the clap one more time and realize that it was karma but nope. His luck was just that shitty. So now he just wished Merle kept getting the clap and that Mac's son gave him more hell than even Mac could dream of doing.
He ignored him as he walked out to his bike. Mac was straddling it and ignoring the heat beating down on him. Daryl grimaced at the feeling of sweat running down his back and just kept walking. He wasn't sure where he'd thrown his shirts earlier so said fuck it. The drive home wasn't long from the garage. Merle was walking with him and kept grinning like a fool. Daryl wanted to sling his helmet into his face and ignore the smug bastard.
"What the fuck is with your stupid face?" Daryl snapped.
Merle hooted a laugh. "Oh someone's sensitive today." Merle laughed outright at him. "Someone needs to get laid."
"Or change his tampon." Rollins laughed as he walked by.
"Someone has sand in his vagina." Merle chortled back at Rollins.
Daryl grit his teeth but stopped when he got to his bike. Mac looked up at him and raised a brow. "Abandoning us already today?"
"Yes." Daryl snapped not in the mood to deal with this shit.
"He's going to plan a romantic date for him and his boyfriend." Merle said.
Daryl curled his lip in distaste. He was use to Merle cracking jokes about him and his sexuality. The fact of it was Daryl wasn't gay. Everyone fucking knew it but Merle found it hilarious to keep on with it. There was always that one person who didn't actually know Daryl therefor took Merle's shit-for-brains words at face value. Daryl pitied those people because if they couldn't see that Merle was delusional then they were gullible as fuck.
"Will there be candles?" Mac questioned, "Or is he not into that romantic shit? Maybe rose petals leading to the lube?"
"Fuck off." Daryl said.
"I bet he likes long walks on the beach."
Daryl shot Merle a withering glare. "Why is it that you motherfuckers only start shit with me?"
"Because your the baby." Merle said.
"And you're an over grown fucking man child who still acts like he's five." Daryl said.
Mac looked between them while he stood and Daryl swung his leg over the bike knocking him backwards. Mac hit the blacktop and laughed up at Daryl. Daryl glared at him. He should probably eat soon but really he just wanted to go lay down. He was tired and sore. He was aggravated. Between his family and Carol's shit he wasn't sure which way was up anymore. He felt like his life was spinning out of control.
"I think he's sour that ol' Ride-me-now-Rick is getting married." Mac taunted.
"He did make him best man. Must suck seeing the man you love getting married to someone else." Merle added unhelpfully.
Daryl just leaned heavily on the handlebars of his bike. He glared at his brothers while he pulled his sunglasses on. Rick hated that nickname. He'd hated it since highschool but nothing to be done about now. Nothing could ever be done when his brothers got a piece of juicy gossip. They were worse than a bunch of old ladies.
"Oh yes, woe is me." Daryl said dramatically.
Merle laughed and elbowed him. "Are you still trying to get out of going to the wedding? It's kind of hard to do when your his fucking best man you know."
"Don't I fucking know it." Daryl grimaced. "I've tried believe me."
Mac laughed. "I think if you don't show up that Michonne will drag your ass up there with Rick in her wedding dress."
"She's a bitch though." Merle shrugged.
"Merle you think every woman is a bitch that isn't bent over spreading her legs for you." Daryl laughed.
Merle nodded thoughtfully. "I don't think Betty is a bitch. I think she's sweet and I haven't tried to stick it to her."
"You liar. You've been hitting on her since she slung a drink on me." Daryl deadpanned. Merle waggled his brows and shrugged.
"She has nice tits." Mac mused. "Though it's hard to check her out after watching her grope your dick the other night, I love you brother, but I'm not into that."
Daryl stared at them hard. He was glad he had his sunglasses on so he could watch them for any lies. He wasn't sure if this was them up to something. He didn't remember Carol groping him. Then again he couldn't remember a lot of that night. His stomach churned and he shrugged.
"No clue what you're talking about."
"Carol grabbed your dick right in front of dad." Merle raised a brow.
Daryl shrugged. "I think you're both lying."
"Why would we lie? Ask dad." Mac said.
"No." Daryl growled to quickly.
"Because you know we aren't lying." Merle taunted. "Are you blushing?"
Daryl set up and grabbed his helmet. He shook his head and swiped sweat away. He pulled his sunglasses off and jerked his helmet down before sliding his them back on. He turned the key without saying shit to either. It roared to life drowning out both men's protest. Daryl raised his hands and flipped them both off before leaving. He wasn't listening to this shit. He couldn't listen to it and then be able to look her in the eye. He was just mad he couldn't fucking remember the night now.