"Daryl?" he and I both heard Rick's voice. Fuck. I pulled my lips from Daryl's and looked at him. I was atop his chest. My shirt and bra had been thrown across the room. Shit, I moved off of his chest and to the side. I slid under the covers to hide. I knew it probably wouldn't work, since we were in my cell and if he walked in, it would be obvious anyway. It seemed like Rick moved on, away from us. Daryl rolled over and hovered above me as he kept kissing me.
"Wait," I said. He pulled back and looked at me. I have to be honest with you. I don't know if I'm pregnant," I said. His eyes went from lustful to a mixture between anger and annoyance.
"Why th'hell did ya lie ta me? I never would've left if ya would've tol' me!"
"You just answered your own damn question," I stated, he rolled over and sat up. I pulled myself into a sitting position and covered my bare chest with my threadbare blankets.
"I ain't gonna be no deadbeat dad."
"Yes, but you have a responsibility to your brother. I would've been fine."
"Ya don' like ta let other people do stuff for ya, do ya?"
"You're the same way," I countered. "I don't want you to be tied down to me, Daryl."
"That wouldn' be th' worse thing," I heard him murmur. I looked over at him in surprise and he wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Daryl," I said his name and he slowly turned his head to look at me, but his eyes were still downcast. "Do you...Do you have feelings other than the sexual feelings towards me?" I asked.
"Why th'fuck 're we talkin' 'bout feelin's?" he asked.
"Because you just said it wouldn't be the worst thing to be tied down to me!" I exclaimed. "You can't just say that and offer no explanation.
"Sadie, fuck," he stopped himself. "I dunno how ta explain it, I don' do this shit," he sighed. Oh my God, did Daryl Dixon have legitimate feelings for me? "Yer 'portant ta me..." He did! In his own Daryl way, he was telling me this. He was telling me that he really cared about me, in a way that wasn't just out of lust.
"Does that mean you want to be...exclusive?" I felt like boyfriend and girlfriend was such a juvenile way to put it. Exclusive was a better way to put it. That meant that I couldn't act upon whatever feelings I may or may not have for Rick. Plus, I never did this fucking shit. I didn't know how to do this fucking shit.
"Do ya wanna?"
"Fuck, I don't ever do this, Daryl. I've never done it, unless you count High School, I've never had anything serious in my whole entire life. I really, really don't do anything like this."
"Shit, me neither," he replied, I assumed he agreed on all counts, then. How were we even supposed to make this work, if neither of us knew how to be in a real "relationship"?
"I don't even know how we go from here. Are you sure that this is something you want?" He looked at me for a long minute before nodding. This was so strange to me. Nevertheless, I kissed Daryl and went back to straddling over his lap.
XxX
Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Merle sat across from Daryl—who was next to me. I sent him glares from across the table.
"Ya got somethin' ta say?" he asked, watching me.
"I've got plenty to say," I scoffed.
"'Course ya do."
"You have no idea how much I wanna kick your ass," I said from across the table.
"And why's that, sugar tits?"
"Because you're a chauvinistic son of a bitch!" I exclaimed. "You're the one who told that asshole to beat me up! You fucking kidnapped me and you clearly did something to this group!"
"What makes you miss high an' mighty?" he asked, annoyed tone. "That 'cause ya was fuckin' Officer Grimes why my baby brother was gone? That why ya feel so empowered?"
"Fuck you, dickbag! You act like you know me. And you fucking don't."
"Ya act like ya know me!" he exclaimed in response. I stood up, unable to deal with his bullshit.
"That's because I do! You're a disrespectful asshole who doesn't care about anybody but himself!"
"An' yer lil' miss perfect, gettin' respect by sleepin' with whoever!"
"Fuck you, that's not even how that works. I have never in my life claimed to be anywhere near perfect! The only person in this group that I've ever even slept with is your brother!" I started to walk off, just done with his complete bullshit.
"Who you gonna run off ta fuck now?" he asked, his tone mocking.
"Merle—" I heard Daryl start but Merle didn't quit.
"Don' matter, yer jus' a little whore anyway. Only thing my brother wants with ya is a place to put his—" As Merle was standing at this point, I did the only thing I could do to shut him the fuck up. I punched him right in his face. He seemed only slightly phased by this, so I quickly swung again, nailing him right in the nose.
"I may be a whore, but at least I care about people other than myself," I told him through gritted teeth. That son of a bitch made my blood boil. I just wanted to hit him again. But God, my right hand was killing me. I hurried out of the common area and back into the cell block. I shook out my hand, trying to get the pain to stop. Just what a fucking needed. A fucked up hand and a fucked up face. Great, it was like a matching set.
"Ya a'right?" the voice belonged to Daryl, that much I knew.
"I'm fine. He's just such an asshole. How are the two of you even related?" I chewed on my lip when I turned to face him. Daryl just shrugged.
"Ya got 'im pretty good. Started bleedin' everywhere after ya walked out."
"Good. Look, I'm sorry, I know he's your brother and all—"
"He can handle 'imself. An' so can you. That's why I didn' get into it with ya."
"I appreciate that. And I'm never going to ask you to choose a side between me and him. That wouldn't be fair," I told him and he nodded, seeming to understand what I meant.
"By the way, yer not a whore," he added. "He don' know what he's talkin' 'bout."
"Maybe I am. I don't know. But it doesn't fucking matter. I'll kick his ass any day."
"No, ya don' need ta do that."
"And why not?"
"'Cause," he said. "Lemme see yer hand." It wasn't a request. Daryl took my right hand and touched each of the fingers individually. "Prolly gonna bruise but not much else," he informed me.
"Thanks," I replied. "I'll live then?"
"Mm hmm," he nodded. "Finish eatin'."
"I don't want any more," I replied.
"Sadie," his voice made it obvious that wasn't a question either. Goddammit. There were obvious reason as to why I should eat. Well possible reasons as well as the other obvious ones. Like the chance that we could have to flee from here. Any meal could be your last. I sat at the table and Merle had vacated the area. Good. Lousy asshole. I didn't want to deal with his shit anyway.
AN: I know a while ago some of you mentioned you wondered what it would look like with Sadie and Merle. Well there it is. Clearly the two don't get along. Don't get used to these frequent updates lol. But, I mean maybe you could. I really want to get this story to 100 reviews. It's decently close...I'm going to leave you guys with a question, one that I would like your opinion on...Should Sadie actually be pregnant?