A/N I've been writing this crazy story for a very long time. My one shot that is now 33 chapters. I appreciate the love so many people have given this crazy, silly fic - that I also think is pretty darn loving. I hope you enjoy this chapter and join me in giving a big "Thank You" to awkwardpause69 for the terrific prompt re: snowstorms, stocking supplies and fisticuffs. What a great idea and I hope I did it justice.
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Hey kids!
Yeah, I know, I know, don't be yellin' at me. Sheesh. I got here as fast as I could. Okay, okay I admit it, I been drinkin' without ya. Sometimes I just can't help myself, mosta the time really. Okay so it's been a year, but sheesh, I was thirsty and whatnot.
Lately I have had to dramatically increase my alcohol consumption just ta survive. Had to increase it a lot. A whole lot. I didn't even think it was possible to drink so much. Since I seen ya last I am now what ya might call a World Class Drinker. That's right, I'm like the Olympic Gold Medalist of Drinkin'!
Yay me!
Besides, it ain't like ya don't know where ta find me. You coulda come round ya know. Ya coulda bought me a beer, maybe a shot a sumthin', maybe even a pickled egg. Where was you?
All ya had to do was head on over to the Mad Dawg Tavern. It's there in the industrial area, down the alley there, ya know, next to the big plumbin' supply house. Hell you'll smell the place before ya see it. Man oh man what a stench.
It's like some crazy person took the aroma of stale beer, the scent of every manner of disgustin' manly odor, the bouquet of poor hygiene on the part of both boys and girls, a whiff of garbage dump, the essence of pigsty, and mixed it all up with the odious odor of putrid zombie guts. Ta-da! Now that right there? That replicates the undeniably repulsive fragrance that wafts from the Mad Dawg Tavern.
It don't have any adverse affect on serious drinkers though.
I do love the damn place. Well that, plus it's the only place in town besides Hard Times where they'll still serve me. It could be that I mighta got a little outta hand a time or two, you know how the drinkin' causes my spirited personality to shift into high gear.
I won't cause no trouble tonight though. I'll be on my best behavior. Why ya ask? Ya kiddin' me? Why? Dammit kids, ain't I taught ya nuthin'? It's Wednesday night!
That is exactly correct. Tonight is the night Young Dixon and Older Dixon are due to arrive at any moment. That's why I am so carefully perched upon my favorite barstool, my hair's combed and everything. My eyes are trained on that spot, you know the one, the spot where them Brothers always belly up. Nice, firmly muscled bellies.
Damn but I do love gazing upon the wonderfulness that is those two delicious rednecks. Holy cow.
Serious? You think just cuz the biggest, baddest most evil snowstorm in the history of big bad snowstorms is comin' it's gonna keep me from my duty? I may be a drunk but I don't shirk responsibility! No matter what happens, hell or high water, plagues, zombies, locusts, or blizzards I will be at the Mad Dawg.
C'mon now boys n girls. You better get your arses here too, and make it snappy! It ain't like some candy ass snowstorm is gonna keep them away, the Brothers will be arriving for their weekly tete de tete any minute.
So pull up a stool and join me as we partake of a frosty beverage set before us by the always vigilant barkeep. For a man who appears ta be moving as slow as molasses in a blizzard, he never allows a person to go thirsty. It's them professional skills he's got, he knows you're dry before you do.
As long as y'all got the funds to pay for a frosty brown bottle of goodness he will continue to set you up. But you know as well as me, should your woman call tryin' ta hunt ya down? He will not lie for ya. He will tell her the truth. He's honest like that, "Why yes Ma'am that no-good drunken sumbitch you had the misfortune ta marry is sittin' here at the bar right now guzzlin' down a frosty one." It ain't his job ta cover your ass.
In fact, when you run outta money he's liable ta call her right up and tell her to come get that drunken ass.
For now though…wait! Oh shit kids, here he is! It's Young Dixon. Oh my gawd almighty that pigeon toed swagger gets me goin' every damn time. Ain't it just the way of that man to come strolling in here and right over ta his spot all casual and whatnot? It's like he has no idea how steamin' hot he is.
Barkeep, he pops the cap on a tall cold one – don't ya love that sound – damn, I sure do – and he sets it down on the bar just seconds before Young Dixon takes his spot.
That beautiful man – not barkeep – Dixon – although barkeep ain't exactly a throwaway his ownself – anyway, he nods that beautiful head a hair toward barkeep in a manner of sayin' thanks, lifts the bottle to them luscious lips, and shit, I'm salivatin' just watchin' him as he takes a long pull of the sweet golden nectar.
And what do we have here kids? What is this special treat?! Holy mother of all kinds of holy stuff! Lookie there, it's the dead of winter and the snowstorm ta beat all snowstorms is on its way, and Young Dixon has his bare arms hangin' out there just beggin' me ta run over and touch one of em. Shit, can you just imagine if I was ta do that? Why if Sweet Baby ever got wind of it she'd knock my ass into next week, shit, next year!
But there ain't no law against lookin' boys and girls.
It's dangerous though, I might fall off my barstool just watchin' that man.
Oh man! Ladies and Gents, Boys and Girls, Children of all ages - here comes Big Brother!
For as long as the Brothers care to stay I will be perched upon my rickety old bar stool in my special spot. Never forget kids, it's my spot. It affords me the opportunity to gaze in breathless delight at two of the finest sets of shoulders, no wait, wait, make that the absolute two finest sets of shoulders and arms God has ever created.
They are beyond magnificent, they're downright thrillin'. They might even inspire dirty thoughts.
A course, I'm talkin' bout Dixon Brother shoulders and arms. *sigh*
Older Dixon slaps Younger Dixon on the back like he's aiming ta knock him over the bar – Merle is definitely not presenting his softer side – and as he hits him he hollers, "Hey there Baby Brother, I see ya somehow managed ta escape the clutches of little ballbuster." He's cacklin' like a maniac when he adds, "Did she give ya your balls back for the night?"
I know ya know, I do love when the brothers start giving each other shit, and ya know I can hardly control myself when they start ta wrestlin', so I can't lie. I'm a might disappointed when Young Dixon don't immediately throw a roundhouse punch in Merle's general direction.
What he does though might be worse than a punch. He looks at Big Brother with blood in his eye, and in a deceivingly calm voice he says, "Fuck you Merle. Where the hell is Big Ballbuster tonight, down at Hard Times lookin' for a real man?"
If I had pearls I woulda been clutchin' em. Did Daryl Dixon not only just insult his Big Brother, while at the same time insinuatin' that his brother's wife has gone astray? Shit, has she? Nah, nah, can't be. But if it was true? I would be more than happy to volunteer to help Merle pick up the pieces, comfort him as best as I am able. And I'm real able. Even more willin' than able.
Anyway, that wasn't nice at all now, was it? And I, along with every other low life piece of shit loser, no goodnik, horse's ass, miscreant, common asshole and felonious asshole in the joint, pause. We got our brown bottles poised. We're waiting in breathless anticipation, quietly twitchin' with a heady mix of fear and excitement over what's ta come. Why even barkeep is wonderin' if he should just go on ahead and start the National Anthem right now.
Meantime the Brothers are just standin' there straight, tall and rock solid, perfectly muscled specimens with them steel blue eyes hard as granite starin' at each other. They don't move, they don't blink. Them are serious stares and colder than a snowman's left nut.
Just when my heart is about ta give out, it appears Older Dixon can't take it anymore either. He lets out one of his patented shake the walls and rattle the windows cackles, whilst spittin' out that half a bottle of beer he swigged just before Younger Dixon said what he said.
It's a gotdamn super soaker spit take.
Beer has sprayed everywhere, but barkeep don't say nuthin' on accounta like I told ya a catrillion times, he's a professional. He's seen this shit before. He just grabs that dirty ol bar rag and commences ta wiping that beer up.
It will enhance the odor of the joint.
The brother's look at him, nod their heads and he don't hafta be told twice. He sets em each up with another frosty one.
It's at this point, as I am carefully watching the way every little muscle in Young Dixon's arm moves as he lifts the bottle to his precious lips, takes a swallow…then I get a little distracted.
Because right then who blows in the door? Why it's little ol Axel his ownself. Ya know him, he's Doc Carol's hubby. When I say he blew in I ain't even kiddin'. It's gettin' real windy out kids, and not only that, Axel's got snowflakes in his blonde hair. He sits on the stool next ta Younger Dixon and barkeep has a beer in front of him in no time flat.
Before he takes a pull on the bottle he says ta barkeep, "I'ma need a warmer to go." Maybe he ain't s'posed to, it's not for me to say, but barkeep puts a bottle of whiskey in a paper sack and hands it over, just as Axel slips some cold cash across the bar.
Then Axel says, "Ya'll better flip on the news, damn it's gettin' crazy out there."
Barkeep turns around and flips on the big flat screen TV now hangin' behind the bar. What?! A new TV you ask? What on God's green earth happened ta the dang black n white box that's been on the backbar for the past trillion years?!
I'll tell ya on accounta it's a pretty good story. Ya see Tyrese, y'all remember Tyrese. He is a ginormous man of muscular build and sweet disposition. You remember his wife, you seen them two plenty a times over there at Hard Times. Except for, well a person hardly gets ta see em or talk to em on account they are constantly swappin' spit and pettin' on each other. It's kinda disgustin'.
I guess that's love for ya. It's disgustin'.
So anyway, ya know Tyrese he never comes in the Mad Dawg but once in a blue moon. But about three months ago, on this one Wednesday night, he come in all manner of distraught. He commenced ta cryin' the blues ta the Brothers on accounta it seems his little wife Prudence? Well her Mama had come for a visit and she was drivin' Tyrese insane in more ways than one.
The biggest part a the trouble seemed ta be, he wasn't gettin' no lovin' at all. From what I could hear, and let's be honest, I hear it all, her Mama would not leave him and Prudence alone long enough ta practice makin' them grandbabies she claimed she wanted them ta have. I mean c'mon Mama, ya gotta let the man get busy if ya want babies. Shit. Everyone knows that. A third grader knows that.
So as he's drinkin' Comfort for comfort, and cryin' on Younger Dixon and Older Dixon's shoulders, he don't see his wife come walkin' in. The extra teeny tiny Prudence all small and pretty. How the hell do the too a them do it? Well no, it ain't my business, but that doesn't mean I don't want a demonstration.
Anyway, she comes walkin' in as Tyrese is sayin', "I just wanna get with my woman and make some sweet love. Is it so wrong for me ta wish her Mama would get her ass on home?"
See and Prudence? She didn't like that at all. Not on accounta he wanted ta make sweet love, shit she did too. And not because he wished Mama would beat it, shit she did too. It was the idea that her oversized husband was discussin' such things with Merle Dixon, and Merle Dixon had just laughed and said, "Tell Mama if she don't back off you'll be slippin' it to her girl right there in front of her."
Prudence was madder than a damn murder hornet when she came stormin' over and pushed Tyrese just as hard as she could while she yelled, in that tiny little voice a hers, "What are you doin' in her discussing our sex life with the likes of the Dixon Brothers?"
The Dixon Brothers were not in the least bit offended that Prudence did not want her husband discussing the couple's sex life with them. They damn sure weren't gonna discuss theirs with Tyrese.
Anyway, now I'm sure you're smart enough ya gotta know, when she pushed on Tyrese that way he barely felt it, it was no more than if a gnat landed on him. However, he was smart enough to back up just a little, like she caused that.
She kept pushin' and he kept backing away like he was scared, while he was all tellin' her how much he loved her and that he was sorry, he'd lost his mind and gone plumb crazy from desiring her sweet lovin'. Some shit like that. That got the pretty little pipsqueak going. She was using both hands ta push him on his chest and saying such things to him as you would never believe that sweet little thing would say. Naughty shit.
I gotta tell ya, the way he was acting all scared and backing up and whatnot, I thought he was being just plain over dramatical. It was clear ta see, he was likin' how pissed off she was, she was likin' it too. He's practically behind the bar now and she gives him one final push. He falls back like he's been shot, bangs into the TV and knocks it on the floor.
Crash! Boom! The TV is dead and gone.
Tyrese is apologizin' all over hisself and barkeep, he don't raise his voice or nuthin', he just looks a little forlorn when he says, "Had that damn thing since 1966." Shakes his head and tells the giant man, "I think you two better take it on home now."
They kept apologizin' on their way out the door but ya know, the damage was done. What I can tell ya is, a while later when the Brothers left, and I of course followed em out, well we all got a good laugh cuz there was Tyrese's big F-250, the windows was all steamed up and that rig was rockin' and rollin'.
Love had found a way in the alley behind the Mad Dawg Tavern.
Ain't love grand kids?
The next day Tyrese brought in a brand new fancy TV, but it just ain't the same. Oh, and last week Tyrese made a big announcement, that's right. Prudence is three months pregnant. Them Fords, ya gotta be careful what ya get up to in them things.
Shit, and again it was proven, anything can happen at the Mad Dawg kids.
But I digress.
So, the TV comes on all big and bright and in living color, and a course they're talking bout the big snowstorm ta end all snowstorms on the news. This bein' the south n all, they're doin' a story about how the stores are jampacked and have run outta stuff. Everyone's socking in the bread and milk like it's the end of the world and they ain't ever gonna be able ta buy food again. And like they sit around drinkin' milk and eatin' bread. pft
The camera pans around the big ol WalMart Supercenter and there ain't a roll of toilet paper ta be found. Apparently folks plan on using the toilet a lot durin' the snowpocalyse. Then the reporter guy says all serious and whatnot, "And ladies and gentleman, in some instances this grocery hoarding has become vicious, competitive and even dangerous."
Then he starts ta show the filmed footage of what happened earlier that day, things got a little out of hand over on aisle seven.
At first Daryl is paying zero attention, he's busy taking a long pull from the brown bottle. Then Merle elbows him hard in the side and says, "Shit Brother, ain't that little ballbuster?"
Daryl's eyes look toward the TV and he sees his Sweet Baby, and Sweet Baby is in a death match with another woman, a bigger gal, twice as big. They're fightin' over sumthin, both of em are pullin' hard on whatever it is, pausing only long enough ta slap, slug, push and pull hair.
The skinny little grocery store fella is tellin' them ta stop, but shit, you can see the boy is scared. He don't want those women kickin' his ass next.
Cindy happens ta come strollin' around the corner and sees what's happening. She runs toward the altercation pushing her own cart full of snowpocalpyse snacks right along with her, but damn, she's five seconds too late. The big broad has just thrown a haymaker and connected with Sweet Baby's cheek. Cindy is now in full-on big sister kick ass mode.
I find myself emptyin' the entire contents of my brown bottle in one pull.
Cindy grabs that woman by the hair of her head, yanks her all the way down ta the floor, sits on her, slaps the shit outta her, grabs the can she was fightin' Sweet Baby over from her hand, whilst of course yellin' such obscenities as to be censored from the film. BEEP. Shit. I wanna know what she said! It ain't like we all haven't heard all them bad words. The kids have too.
Anyway, she and Sweet Baby run up front, pay for their stuff and they're gone. Daryl and Merle say loudly and in perfect unison, "Fuck," each of them slaps a twenty on the bar and they're gone.
Me and the rest of the lowlife, miscreant, no good dumbass, malcontent felonious fuckups and stinky drunks get us another beer.
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He's in his pickup hurryin' home, makin' it in record time despite the shitty weather and road conditions, and that's when he decides. He ain't gonna push her, he'll let her just tell her story when she's ready. Sweet Baby she's tougher n stronger than she knows, but what he knows is she's also real, real tender and delicate in her way.
He kicks the snow off his boots, grabs hold of the doorknob and takes a deep breath before walkin' in, havin' no idea what he might find.
The first thing he notices is there's no D.J. Shit. He moves quickly toward the kitchen and instantly breathes a sigh of relief. There she is, his Sweet Baby. Thank God she seems fine.
She's standin' there at the stove stirrin' up a big pot of something delicious for his dinner. How can he help but smile as he walks over and stands so close behind her?
She's wearing them tight yoga pants, he loves them damn things on her. Shit, he loves watching her do yoga. She's also wearin' the world's tiniest sweatshirt, you seen the kind. It hits just below her titties, her whole midriff is bare.
He's damn glad she wasn't wearin' that thing when she was brawling over at the WalMart Supercenter. Everyone in town woulda seen those sweet little titties of hers.
He slips an arm around her waist while he nuzzles his face into the dip between her shoulder and neck. He knows it gets to her when he kisses her there so that's what he does. In the meantime his open palm is slowing rubbing along the inside of her thin but muscular leg, on its way ta paradise, that place there in the middle, her sweet center.
He's gentle with her, real tender n all, as his hand slips up under that little sweatshirt and he fondles her tittie real sweet and adoring like. He knows she's had a bad day and he wants her ta know how much he loves her, and he softly tells her, "Hey Sweet Baby, I sure did miss ya today."
And that does it, the flood gates open, "Oh Daryl," she cries as she turns around in his arms and he sees. Her cheek has a big ol nasty bruise and her eye is puffy too. He's so fuckin' mad he wants ta go kill that broad who hurt his Sweet Baby, but instead he wraps his little wife in his arm and pulls her close, "C'mere Sweet Baby, lemme hold ya."
He rubs her hair n her back tryin' ta sooth her, while keepin' his other hand down the back of her pants and fondlin' just a little, on accounta he knows she likes that. He just can't stand it when she cries, and thank gawd it's mostly turned to sniffling now.
She probably already had a good cry. He's careful as can be as he places his hand lightly on her cheek and asks, "What happened Beth?" Ya know he's overcome with concern when he calls her by her actual name.
She nods, "Let me fix your plate and we can talk." That's his woman, always thinkin' of him and his well-being. He doesn't argue either, he's fuckin' starving.
She puts a big bowl of venison stew and a plate of biscuits in front of him and he smiles, "Looks real good Sweet Baby."
She smiles and scoots her chair over closer to his, then sits down with a big bowl of leafs for herself. He don't believe in tellin' her how or what ta eat, she has her own ideas about these things, but tonight, well it's a different kinda night and he says, "Maybe it's be a good idea if ya had a little sumthin' warm in your tummy."
To his shock and surprise she says, "Maybe you're right. Salad doesn't really appeal."
He's so excited he jumps up hisself and gets her a bowl, settin' it down there in front of her, then he sits and butters her a biscuit, smilin', "Ya might as well go all out Beth, there's a damn blizzard n whatnot."
"Gosh I know, that's what started the trouble." He's shoveling in big bites of delicious stew while Sweet Baby nibbles at the edges of her biscuit and continues, "Cindy called this morning and said with this huge snowstorm coming we oughta get over to the WalMart Supercenter and make sure we were stocked up. I told her we had two deer in the freezer, a ham and lots of chicken and rabbit, plenty of milk, bread, eggs, potatoes, all that stuff."
"Then she asked me, 'yeah but, what about snowpocalypse snacks? Daryl and D.J. are probably gonna be snowed in there with you. They'll want their snacks.'"
"That sounded like the truth and I didn't want you to go without, so I asked Mama if D.J. could come over while I went to the store. Of course Daddy couldn't wait to come get him. Already promising him a big bowl of vanilla ice cream before they even got out the door. Apparently Mama bought a whole gallon for the storm."
While he's wolfin' down the groceries he can't wait ta hear what's next. "So anyway, I had in my mind the things you boys enjoy. I bought two of those gigantic bags of Cheetos for you, lots of salsa and tortilla chips, I bought Ritz crackers and I got plenty of popcorn for D.J., ice cream and Oreos, M&Ms and Snicker's bars and two cases of beer. And I got myself two boxes of Rose wine and two packs of hard seltzer. I was like some crazy snackaholic alcoholic."
"Anyway, I had just put the Ritz crackers in the cart when I saw the can of camping cheese. That crazy cheese you like so much that comes out of the top of a can. I'm not sure it's even cheese at all, but I know you love it, so I reached for it. That's when some insane woman pushed me away and grabbed it right out of my hand!"
"I just couldn't let her bully me that way Big Man, I'm a Dixon."
"I yelled, 'hey I had that first!' and I tried to grab it back. She pushed me hard and I fell into the shelves and a bunch of food fell on the floor. I was so embarrassed, but I was also so mad, so I kicked her leg and said, 'you give that back to me you gnarly bitch!' It just went on from there, her and me fightin' over a can of cheese like it was the last bit of food left on this earth."
"Then she punched me and Cindy let her have it good. Me and Cindy hurried to pay and we skeedaddled out of the store. But someone had called the sheriff's office."
Suddenly Daryl has stopped eating. His spoonful of delicious stew is poised at his lips and he asks, "The cops came?"
"Yes, it was that Deputy Shane Walsh guy."
Daryl's in the mood to kick some ass, he can't abide the way that asshole deputy is always eyeballin' Sweet Baby. He knows what's on the sumbitch's mind and it ain't a can of cheese. Mutherfucker, "So what did he say?"
"Well it seemed like he was just pretending to question us, you know, putting on a show for the lookie loos. He looked so serious, but he kept rubbing his hand along my arm while he was telling me I'd been naughty. Can you even believe he said that, a grown man, a cop, looks at me and says, 'Now Honey, you've been naughty.' It doesn't seem professional, does it?"
He can feel every muscle in his body twitching. He wants to go clean the deputy's clock so bad it hurts. But he won't leave Sweet Baby, not right now. She needs him. Him and the deputy will settle this another time and place. Instead he asks, "So he called ya Honey?"
"Well yes Daryl, every time I see him somewhere, and he seems to be everywhere I go, he calls me Honey. Like I said, it's so unprofessional."
God help that mutherfuckin' Deputy. But that's a story for another day.
So he asks, "Is D.J. still with Mama?"
"Yes, I called her when I got home and asked if he could stay so you and I could have some time alone. I didn't want to tell her it was because I had a big fat bruise that I didn't want D.J. to see."
He's betting dollars to donuts Daddy will see the altercation on the evenin' news, and sure enough right then the wall phone rings. He's on his feet, "You eat that stew, I'll get it."
He says, "Hello," listens and soon he's sayin', "Yes Sir, yeah, she's just fine. A little bruise is all. Yep, she's a scrapper all right. Yeah well it seems they was fightin' over a can a cheese. Yeah, that's right, that lousy stuff I like. Uh Huh. No, the cops came but she didn't get in any trouble or nuthin', they just told her don't do it again n whatnot. Uh huh. Ya want me ta come for my boy? Alright then, I'll be over when the snow settles and the roads are clear, and hey, thanks Pop and give Mama Greene my love."
He's worried about his woman and it ain't just the bruise. She looks so damn sad it's breakin' his heart. When he sits back down he takes her hand in his and asks, "Is there anythin' I can do for ya Sweet Baby?"
She looks at him with those big sad but beautiful blue eyes and says, "Yes, Big Man. I need you. I'd like us to take a shower together, I want you to wash my hair and…well all of me. Then I want you to carry me to bed and do that thing for me you do with your tongue."
Whoa, Sweet Baby don't usually spell it out quite so clear and he's not about ta let the moment pass. He's on his feet and pickin' her up in his arms, "C'mon girl, let's get that shower goin'."
"But Daryl, the dishes."
"The dishes'll keep but other things won't."
As soon as he sets her on her feet again she's tugging at his shirt and he's in no kinda mood ta fight her off. He lets her have at it, only causing her ta stop for the short amount of time it takes him ta pull the little sweatshirt up n offa her.
His smile widens as he gazes at his wife, cuz Sweet Baby she ain't wearin' a bra and them little titties a hers are the prettiest and perkiest little things he ever has seen.
She practically rips what's left of his shirt offa him and he smiles and says, "Oh yeah?" Drops to his knees and careful, but quick, he pulls those little yoga pants right offa her. She urges, "Don't tear them Daryl."
In his lovin' way he answers, "Fuck that, I'll buy ya new ones," And they both start laughing when she grabs a couple of handfuls of his hair and pulls his face directly into her nether regions. He don't mind at all, he just asks, "That's how ya wanna play, huh? Ya wanna do this right here, right now?"
"I'm not afraid Big Man."
"Well shit, if you ain't I damn sure ain't." But he sees the bruises and the red rashing and there's more to worry about than just that. He's careful as he lays her down on that fluffy rug and smiles down at her. He's lickin' his lips as he gets right between those slim legs, just before hoistin' them up and over his shoulders.
He doesn't waste time, he gets busy doing that thing with his tongue she likes so much, he knows how to relieve her tension and lift her spirits.
His mouth is stayin' real busy and his fingers have wandered up to her titties where they caress, tease, pinch and tickle. She's tuggin' at his hair tryin' ta pull him even deeper into her southern hemisphere, and even though he is mighty busy and concentratin' on his work, he feels himself smile. He does love making his Sweet Baby happy, and when she comes for him he's every bit as happy as her.
When she catches her breath she smiles up at him and says, "That was a wonderful start Big Man, but you're still half-dressed and I still need my hair washed."
He bounces to his feet, quickly loosenin' his belt buckle as he assures her, "Yes Ma'am I am prepared ta do whatever your little heart desires." Damn she loves her man. He is so good to her.
Daryl never did much care for showerin', but with his Sweet Baby he's learned ta love it. He's lovin' it right now as they thoroughly wash each other's bodies, hair, nethers and even toes. There ain't a part of either one of em that isn't feelin' the love.
She asks him, "Be a little gentle with me, okay Big Man?"
Shit, they do have a way of gettin' a little crazy, but yeah, he can take it down a notch or two. He's careful as he dries her and he finds he kinda digs that slow time of gettin' the job thoroughly done, while doin' plenty of touchin' and feelin'.
When he's sure he's done a proper job, and Sweet Baby is beggin' him ta make love ta her, he picks her up in his arms and carries her to their bed. He lays her down real gentle-like. This night is all about her and all, but that don't mean there ain't plenty of lickin', n suckin', n maybe even some pinchin' and some wayward fingers and wandering tongues.
Big Man spreads her legs and climbs between em when he tells her, "I gotta have just one more taste a that good stuff Sweet Baby."
Her hands are already weaving through his hair when she smiles and says, "I would never deny you Big Man, you go ahead and taste all you need to."
"That's my Sweet Baby, always seein' ta my happiness." And once again the Big Man makes them both happy.
He doesn't like to leave a job half done, so after she reaches nirvana he thoroughly tidies that sweetness up, making sure he hasn't missed even the tiniest bit of her tasty juices. When he's done another proper job he slowly begins lickin' and sucking his way back up her her battered little body.
He stops ta spend some time giving plenty of attention to those sweet titties, and his hand can't seem to help but wander back down to her sweet center. She's breathin' heavy again and he's more than ready. Being a lovin' husband n all he asks her, "Ya want on top, it might be better for ya."
"Yes," and before the word is completely out of her mouth he's reachin' his hand to the dresser drawer to retrieve the raincoat, but he freezes in place when her slim fingers wrap around his wrist and they share a long look and she tells her lovin' husband, "Not tonight Big Man. Not any night. Let's see what happens."
His mouth is on hers and he's goin' for the gusto as his arms slip under her and he rolls on his back. She straddles him, bends down and kisses her man and says, "I love you, Daryl."
He smiles back and says, "I love you Sweet Baby, you lead the way tonight. I'm just here ta make ya happy."
When he has sent her to her happy place at least three times, he goes ta his and everyone is just real damn happy.
Except for one thing, they barely had a chance ta eat. They're downright starvin' as they wander back to the kitchen for snacks. He grabs the can of cheese and the Ritz crackers, she reaches in the fridge for the bowl of leafs, he can't help hisself, he teases, "Ya can't feed a baby leafs."
She laughs, "You're right Big Man, I think I'll have some real cheese and some of those crackers."
She grabs the goat cheese and sits with him, carefully spreads the goat cheese on her cracker and he smiles at her as he squirts a little mountain of canned cheese on his cracker, then teases, "Ya got no idea what you're missin' Sweet Baby," and shoves it in his mouth. Then he tilts the can up and his head back and squirts some more of the fake cheese goodness directly into his mouth.
The man can't get enough a that good shit.
Once they've cured their hunger they're ready for a little sleep, then a little more lovin'. His arm is around her shoulders as they start to walk through the living room, but he pauses, then leads them to the big front window.
He flips the light switch and the outdoor lights come on, illuminating the whole outdoors. The huge and rapidly falling snowflakes are quickly filling up the yard and as he stares at the beauty of it all he asks her, "Ya know I'll do whatever ya want Sweet Baby, but do ya think it's a good idea to bring another child into this world? It seems like with all that's goin' on things have just gotten so fucked up."
She places her hand on his cheek as she looks in his eyes and says, "Dixons are survivors Daryl. There's no doubt in my mind it will be a child of yours who saves the world."
The End
Or is it?
A/N After all these years I'm finally putting this story to rest. I hope you enjoyed the final chapter and that you'll leave a comment. The chapter photo is on my tumblr blogs gneebee and bethylmethbrick. Thanks to all who have stuck with this story and with me for so long, it means so much to me. I've been posting a new story, I'll Walk With You, and I hope you'll check in and check it out. Until we meet again remember boys and girls, I truly do love ya large and appreciate you mightily, xo gneebee