Jewels: I do not own The Walking Dead…
I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving! So…I was washing dishes after a wonderful turkey feast with my family and I was listening to my iPod and I was just jammin' out and 'Anna Sun' by Walk The Moon turned on and it reminded me of Jewels and Daryl. Soooooooo if you've heard it, just think about the lyrics and the way Jewels and Daryl are if not, you should look up the song or at least the lyrics \(^_^)/
"Wear these," Daryl said, tossin' me a pair of his pants.
"Why should I wear your pants?" I questioned.
"One, ya need to wear pants in general and two, I ain't lettin' ya go in that barn with me when ya wearin' those tight jeans like ya do," he replied smirking.
I gave small smile and sat down on his lap, straddlin' his hips. "You afraid I'll trade ya in for a younger model if I think he's cute enough? And that with those tight jeans that you love watchin' me walk in, that he'd jump at the chance to get with me."
He rolled us over so he was on top of me, body pressed against mine. "Ain't gonna happen…"
"Aren't you the con…confidant one," I choked out as he began to kiss and bite at the skin of my neck.
"Ain't no confidence 'bout it," he whispered, "It's a fact; no other man can turn ya on like this."
I moaned and arched my back as his lips started to travel front of my bran and panty clad body. He had just hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down when we were rudely interrupted.
"Daryl! Jewels! It's time!" Rick's voice called from not far away.
Daryl cursed heavily under his breath before getting up off me.
'He right…' I thought, laying there breathing heavily, 'There is no other man that can turn me on the way he does.'
"Get dressed," he said lookin' down at me, an irritated but still lustful look in his eyes.
I just nodded and he left the tent leavin' me to get my head back in order and get dressed. Gettin' dressed, I did as Daryl said and I put on the pair of pants that he threw at me pullin' my belt snug to my waist. 'This is not the way I wanted to lose a couple of pounds,' I thought, thinkin' back to the days where Monica and I would sit and joke about losin' weight. I had always sat around 135-140 pounds, but getting older life itself starts to weigh ya down so I had decided I at least wanted to get to 130 just so that as I got older I would already have a head start on my diet. But now I had an involuntary diet and exercise regimen.
Stepping out of the tent Daryl looked over his shoulder at me and shook his head. "You should wear a different god damn shirt while ya at."
"Says the bulge in your pants," I said, walking past him.
"Damn woman," I heard him following, "Just don't think you should be walkin' into that barn in that tight shirt."
"Get over it, it's the only clean one I got," I said, heading to the barn where Rick and Shane were waitin'.
"So all I got to do is make sure he don't kill the kid right?" I asked Rick.
Rick gave a nod. "Tell you the truth you're the only one who can control him…so I need to make sure we get information from the kid so that we can decided whether or not he's dangerous."
"I don't need controllin'!" Daryl snapped.
I looked over at and cocked an eyebrow. "Have you ever met yourself?"
"Screw you," he said.
"Gladly," I remarked.
Rick cleared his throat.
"Sorry…" I said, turning around, "Let's get started shall we."
I opened the door and walked in to see a young kid, roughly 22 years old on the ground already lookin' like they had been put through the wringer. He looked up at me with a defeated expression on his face and gave a sigh.
"Please tell me you're here to get me outta this hell hole," he said.
"Sorry…" I said, pushing the door open further letting Daryl walk in before me.
LATER…
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"I told you-," Randall said,
"You told me shit!" Daryl said before punching him again.
"I barely knew those guys…I met 'em on the road," he said.
"How many in your group?" Daryl asked. There was no reply from a now very bloody Randall and he pulled out his hunting knife.
"Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," Randall said, starting to panic before looking at me, "Come on, man."
"Tell the man what he wants to know and maybe I'll stop him, can't promise anything," I said, as I sat leaning against the barn wall.
Daryl slammed the knife tip first into floorboards in front of Randall's crotch causing him to let out a yelp. "How many?!"
"Uh 30…30. 30 guys," he spat out.
"Where?" Daryl asked.
"Uh…I don't know," he replied.
"Not good enough," I commented.
"I swear! We were never anyplace more than a night," he said.
"Scouting?" Daryl questioned, "Planning on staying local?"
"I…I don't know…they…they left me behind…" Randall said.
Daryl ripped the bandage off of Randall's injured knee and stuck the point of his knife in the healing wound. "Did you ever pick off a scab?"
"Come on, man! I'm…I'm trying to cooperate," Randall said.
"Start real slow at first…"
"No…"
"Soon or later, you've just gotta rip it off," Daryl taunted.
"Only you could make that sound sexy," I said.
"Okay, okay…they have weapons…heavy stuff, automatics," Randall confessed, "But I didn't do anything!"
"Your boys shot at my boys, tried to take this farm," Daryl said, moving the knife a little, "You just went along for the ride? You're trying to tell me you're innocent?"
"Yes! These…these people took me in…not just guys, a whole group of 'em," Randall finally admitted, causing Daryl to stand up and look away from him, "Me and women, kids too…just like you people. Thought I'd have a better chance with them, you know? But…we go out, scavenge…just the men. One night, we…we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters…teenagers, you know? Real young. Real cute…"
Daryl looked over his shoulder at him and eyed him as his tone got this more thoughtful quality to it.
"Their daddy had to watch while these guys…they…and they didn't even kill him afterwards. They just…they just made him watch as his daughters…they just, just…just left him there," he finished, before noticing the look on Daryl's face, "No, but…but…but I didn't touch those girls. No, I swear I didn't!"
'I don't know if I believe that,' I thought standing up and looking down at Randall as Daryl began to beat the crap out of him, 'Not with the look that he had on his face while he was sayin' that…'
After Daryl was done with Randall he grabbed his crossbow and we headed over to the main camp where everyone was waiting.
"Boy there's got a gang, 30 ment. They have heavy artillery and they ainly looking to make friends," he said, readjusting the crossbow back up on his shoulder, "They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna…they're gonna wish they were."
"What did you do?" Carol asked, seeing Daryl's bloodied knuckles.
Daryl looked at his hand. "Had a little chat."
She went to say something else, but I held up my hand and shook my head to stop her. I wasn't going to have her getting into it with him when his blood was already pumping the way it was.
"No one goes near this guy," Shane said.
"Rick, what are you gonna do?" Lori asked.
"We have no choice. He's a threat, we have to eliminate the threat," Rick replied.
"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked in disbelief.
"It's settled," Rick said, "I'll do it today."
He walked off with Dale close behind, obviously going to try and talk him out of killin' Randall. "That my laundry?" I asked Carol, pointing to a laundry basket.
"Just needs to be hung up to dry," she replied.
"Thanks," I said, grabbing the basket and walking off towards mine and Daryl's camp with him close behind. Once back at our camp, I grabbed a couple of supplies that I had nabbed the day before and walked over to him and held them up.
"And what do you want me to do with those?" he asked, looking at the nails, rope, and hammer that I held out towards him.
"Oh, I don't know…I was thinking we could eighty-six the whole 'let Rick take care of it' deal and go all Proverb 30:17 on Randall's ass and let the ravens get him…" I said, "'The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it'."
"Umm…" he started, but stopped not really sure what to say to that.
"I went to Sunday school, so sue me…now I need you to hang a clothes line so that these clothes so I can hang up these things to dry, unless you want wet boxers and ball chafing…I don't think you want ball ch-." He snatched the supplies out of my hands and began to string the rope from one tree to another, mumbling under his breath the whole time. "Thank you…" I said, once he was done.
"Yeah…just don't go thinkin' that you're gonna have me doin' a whole bunch of chores next," he said sourly.
"Aww…but I have such a big strong man to take care of me…I have to train and domesticate him a little bit," I teased as I began to hang clothes on the line.
"You're gonna be the death of me…" I heard him say.
I looked at him through the space of the clothes. He was getting ready to go out to hunt again, probably hoping to find something bigger than squirrel. I watched his hands as he checked over his crossbow and arrows meticulously. He was a gruff man, no one would argue that point with me, but when it came to hunting her was as thorough as my college English professor Mr. Baxley. Checking for any and all imperfections that might get in the way of a successful goal are out of the way.
"Damn it…" he said snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked to see what Daryl was now looking at and saw Dale making his way over. "The whole point of me coming up here was to get away from you people."
"Gonna take more than that," Dale said.
"Carol send you?" Daryl asked, sourly.
"Carol's not the only one that's concerned about you, your new role in the group," Dale replied.
"Oh, man, I don't need my head shrunk," Daryl said, "This group's broken. I'm better off fendin' for myself and my girl."
"You act like you don't care."
"Yeah…it's 'cause I don't."
"So live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?"
"Nope…"
"Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life, if it really doesn't matter one way or the other?"
"Didn't peg ya for a desperate some of a bitch."
"Your opinion makes a difference," Dale said, his argument getting more frantic.
"Man, ain't no body lookin' at me for nothin'," Dary replied, before lookin' at me with a teasing look, "'Cept that one and all the crap she wants is domesticated."
"Daryl…" I said.
"Carol looks to you," Dale said, earning an eye roll from Daryl, "And I am. Right now. And you obviously…you obviously have Rick's ear."
"Rick just looks to Shane…let him," Daryl said.
"You cared about what happened to Sophia. Cared what it meant to the group," Dale said, "Torturing people? That isn't you. You're a decent man. So is Rick. Shane…he's different."
"Why's that?" Daryl asked, "'Cause he killed Otis?"
Dale looked shocked by this statement. "He tell you that?"
"He told some story…how Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid. If he didn't figure that out, it's cause he didn't wanna," Daryl replied, "It's like I said…group's broken."
Knowing he wasn't going to be convincing Daryl to a "no death" verdict, he turned to me. "And where do you stand with all this?"
"Dale…I've see a lot of truth, and I've seen a lot of lies and when he told us what his buddies did to a couple of teen girls, I couldn't tell if he was tellin' the truth when he said he didn't do anything," I said, thinkin' back to the look on Randall's face, "Somethin' just ain't right about that boy. I may have stood in that barn, but I'm stayin' out of this…"
"So you don't care either?" he asked.
I ducked under the clothesline and took a few steps towards Dale. "His buddies raped two teenaged girls in front of their father and he watched. He said nothin' about tryin' to stop 'em. He just watched…so you want an answer Dale? Do you really want an answer?"
"Yes, I want an answer…this boy's life is-"
"I don't care what happens to him, because obviously he didn't care what happened to those two girls…he just watched," I said, cutting him off, "And you weren't in there when he was tellin' us about what happened…the look on his face…the little bastard fuckin' enjoyed it. Talkin' about those girls like they were some pieces of meat or somethin'."
"So that's it…you're going to condone him for something that he might or might not have done?" Dale asked.
"Dale…just leave," I said, turning away from him having no more patience for him or his bring peace to the masses routine.
Dale finally left and Daryl walked over to me looking down at me from the other side of the clothesline. "I'll be back for the vote tonight."
"Mmhmm," I replied, hanging up the clothes that I had in my hands.
"Don't work too hard…" he joked, before walking off into the woods.
TO BE CONTINUED…