A/N Hey there all y'all – I'm back! Thanks so much for being patient with me. It's way passed the time for us to catch up with the Dixon clan – so without further adieu let's get on down ta the Mad Dawg n get to it!

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Oh kids, kids, kids. I hope ya ain't all kinds a aggravated at me n every manner a disappointed in me, ya know, on accounta I ain't checked in with ya in a while. I know I'm a jerk. I'da said I'm a dick right there, but I think we all know that wouldn't really work for me, now would it boys n girls?

I can't figure if my lack of a new chapter in so damn long is cuz I'm drinkin' too much, or cuz I ain't drinkin' enough. Shit, truth is I ain't sure I can drink any more'n I do, ain't enough hours in the fuckin' day. I mean c'mon now, I'm just one woman ya know!

Okay, so back ta drinkin', it's serious business now cuz ya know what day it is kids, it's Wednesday! I know all y'all remember what it is we do on Wednesday right after work. Oh don't ya start with me now, I know ya know. Alright then fine, just fine, go on n be that way, I'll say it. We gotta head on down ta the Mad Dawg n have us a couple frosty ones, or maybe more on accounta it's been so damn long for all y'all, n whatnot.

Now just cuz ya ain't been ta the Mad Dawg in a while don't y'all worry, things ain't changed even one little iota. Why the place still stinks as bad as a big ol' flamin' pile a political bullshit. Don't even get me started on that nasty business right there, cuz I think all y'all know that with even the slightest bit of provocation, I could go on for hours, especially if I's drinkin' tequila.

But ya know that's one a the blessin's a hangin' out down there at that smelly little joint with all them lowlifes n miscreants an every other manner a felonious character, they don't talk politics, never, they're too fuckin' busy eavesdroppin' on the ones I myself am there ta eavesdrop on. That's right, the Dixon Brothers.

Now don't ya worry on accounta ya ain't seen him in a while n such, I promise y'all Daryl Dixon's arms are still the most magically magnificent pieces a art ya ever did lay yer eyes on. How does a man get that perfect? I got no fuckin' idea, that's how. An I gotta say it, cuz y'all know it's the damn truth n don't none of ya argue with me, Merle Dixon is a fine hunka masculinity his own damn self, n I for one would not kick his redneck ass outta bed for eatin' crackers.

But don't tell the Hub I said that, k? He gets a little bent outta shape when I go on like that about them boys. A course I'd kill any woman who looked at him twice, so there is that ta consider.

Anyway, as is my way, it appears I have once again deviated from the story I come here ta tell y'all.

So, meanwhile back at the Mad Dawg. Y'all better get down here, the joint's fillin' up fast, every stumblebum miscreant is stumblin' on in. Course I got my own stool nice n warm. It's my favorite one cuz it affords me an excellent view a the world's most perfect pair a dumbasses, them Dixon Boys (did ya just hear that? Yeah that was me heavin' a deep sigh).

Barkeep, ya know he's a professional n all so he's ready for the onslaught a thirsty rednecks. The coolers are stocked n there's plenty a Jack on the back bar, ya know, just in case there's any broken hearts or any other manner a marital woe that needs immediate drownin'. Otherwise, it bein' Wednesday n all, most a the stinky ol' lowlifes will be stickin' ta the nectar a the gods contained in them brown bottles. An ya know they'll be frosty, cuz like I been tellin' ya for months now, Barkeep is a professional, he keeps them beers colder than a witch's nipple in a brass bra in January.

Merle walked in n little brother wasn't there yet, in fact Older Dixon had his frosty bottle half empty before Young Dixon showed. An I gotta say as much as I lust for Daryl Dixon when he did walk in, he was lookin' damn rough, n I ain't talkin' sexy rough, I mean the kinda rough like he wished someone would just shoot him n put him outta his misery. Why the very sight a his discomfort brought a big ass smile ta Older Dixon's face. Yeah, the ear ta ear one, y'all seen it before. Yeah, damn I'm partial ta that one myself.

"Baby Brother why ya lookin' all manner a miserable n morose?"

That's when every lowlife, miscreant, stumblebum an felonious character in that smelly old joint knew Young Dixon had some kinda big trouble, cuz he did not wait for Older Dixon ta even make some smart ass remark, he just said, "Fuck you Merle."

Merle looked hurt, n rightly so, he was hopin' for banter, ya know, some back n forth ribbin', what was Little Brother gunnin' for, a donnybrook before the drinkin' even got seriously underway?

And ya gotta know every ear in that joint was tuned in, audio on high kids, n heads seemed ta be bent slightly toward the Dixons, n it was unnaturally quiet as we all took a big pull from our frosty one, n strained ta hear Merle's response.

"What the fuck little brother, is that any way ta show respect for yer elders? Shit, maybe I need ta kick yer young ass back inta line."

Oh we was every manner of excited then, I'm sorry, I can't help it, there just ain't nuthin' quite like watchin' them two perfect specimens a manhood try n kill each other with their bare hands. Phew, I need a fan kids, it's gettin' hotter than a three peckered billy goat in here.

Now barkeep looked behind him ta see if that old music player was there on the back bar, ya know, just in case he had ta play the national anthem n whatnot.

I mean fuck a duck kids it was only 5:15 n already the good shit was startin'! Or at least that was what all a us was hopin' for. We all drained every last drop from our brown bottles in anticipation, why barkeep was movin' faster'n the speed a light settin' fresh ones in front a the vast assemblage of losers. Barkeep's the consummate professional, boys n girls.

It was right then that it happened, Daryl Dixon, the toughest sumbitch this side a anywhere scooted that frosty one back toward barkeep n he said in a pained voice, "Bring me a Jack, two fingers, straight up." Now Merle might notta caught on right then, but see there were tells, Young Dixon didn't want no ice in that whiskey, didn't wanna drink none a that frosty one, not even ta wash down said whiskey, n Merle saw how Daryl's hand moved for just that fleetin' moment, right ta the perfect side a his perfect cheek (the upper perfect check, sadly not the lower perfect cheek, sorry kids).

An that big ol fuckin' n kinda, okay real lovable, dumbass Merle commenced ta cacklin' like he was listenin' ta Jeff Foxworthy, "Well fuck me is right Little Brother ya got ya a toothache, don't ya?"

Now maybe ya ain't been hangin' around the Mad Dawg long enough ta know 'bout Baby Brother n his abject fear a the dental profession. I know boys n girls, ya heard him say it, I heard him say it too, when he said, "I ain't scared a nuthin'." An I would never, ever accuse Young Dixon a spoutin' an untruth, I think in that brief moment when he uttered them words, he just forgot 'bout the dentist n all. Fuck I know I try ta forget about 'em.

An I s'pose it was cuz he was feelin' so dang rough n all cuz Young Dixon all he could conjure up was another, "Fuck you Merle." Now a course we was all disappointed there weren't gonna be no fisticuffs, but me, bein' of the female persuasion n whatnot, ya know, a nurturer n what have ya, well I was feelin' kinda bad for Daryl, protective like an all that bullshit.

We all watched as Young Dixon threw that Jack right on down in one quick swallow, n then he just slid that glass right back ta barkeep, n barkeep knew that the only thing worse than a broken heart is a toothache, so he didn't miss a beat, he replenished Daryl's glass right now.

Now when the man threw that second one back every bit as fast as the first one, n then he slid that glass right back over for a third one, well, if it had been anyone 'sides a Dixon barkeep mighta pulled the plug a little. But yeah, we're talkin' Dixon, an Young Dixon had not come ta play.

Barkeep poured the Jack, looked ta Merle, who nodded n walked over toward the can for just a minute, slipped the cellphone outta his pocket n made a quick call. In the meantime Young Dixon was on double four.

All a us lowlifes, miscreants an generally worthless examples of humanity, was watchin' with an even deeper respect for Daryl, he was still just standin' there lookin' the same as he did when he first walked in.

Older Dixon had apparently decided now was the time ta act like a Big Brother, an he said ta Young Dixon, "Baby Brother maybe ya might wanna slow down this romance you're havin' with Mister Daniels. It ain't even six o'clock boy n ya gotta be three sheets ta the wind."

We all took a big ol' pull from our brown bottles just waitin' for Young Dixon ta tear Older Dixon a new one. But yeah, ya guessed it, all Daryl could come up with was a kinda slurred, "Fuck you Merle."

I would never badmouth Daryl, we all know that, but I was hopin' for sumthin' more original right then. Fuck, maybe even a good right hook.

But hang in there kids, now remember when I told ya Merle made that phone call? Yeah well he called in the heaviest a the heavy hitters, the toughest a the tough, the big gun. Yep, Sweet Baby come walkin' right in that stinky ol' joint in her tight little white shorts n her equally tight little pink tank top, n them short little boots, an hair lookin' just messy enough. Every horn dog of a felonious miscreant stumblebum lowlife had their eyes upon Little Bosses Boss Lady.

Her eyes were straight ahead, focused on Young Dixon – seriously boys n girls, if y'all was somewhere with a bazillion people n one a them people was Daryl Dixon, would he not be the particular people that was garnerin' your full attention? That's what I thought.

So anyways, like I was sayin', Sweet Baby marched her sweet little ass right over ta Young Dixon n she pressed herself right inta the side a him, she put a hand up n stroked it through his hair, n she asked real soft, n sweet an every manner a lovin', "What's the matter Big Man?"

I can't fuckin' lie to ya, I was every bit as jealous as every other loser in the joint, 'cept they was all jealous a Big Man whilst I was hugely jealous a Sweet Baby. Course neither one a them gives two fucks about the rest a us dumbasses n our tender feelin's n whatnot.

Aw ya shoulda seen it then kids, Big Man, ya know the toughest muther fuckin' sumbitch in the south a any part a any universe, why didn't he just lay his achin' head right down on Sweet Baby's shoulder n say, "I got me a real bad toothache Sweet Baby." Well an yeah, a course he had that one hand firmly on one a her sweet little cheeks (not one of her sweet upper cheeks, one of her sweet lower cheeks). And a course she had her tiny little hand firmly on one a his cheeks, I ain't gotta tell ya which one.

Sweet Baby she continued ta stroke his pitiful head n then she said, "C'mon Big Man let me get you home to rest."

An Merle helped Sweet Baby get her hurtin' an slightly shitfaced Big Man ta the car. Once they got him in, Merle whispered ta her, "I'll be by ta take him for his truck first thing in the mornin', ya let me know the plan when ya got one."

Sweet Baby she just gave him a little nod n said, "I'll have to call Doc Carol for help finding someone."

Ya see boys n girls, this is where the situation gets a little complicated, hairy, n all manner a difficult, cuz Daryl Dixon his own sweet self has managed ta alienate damn near every dentist in The Great State a Georgia. He can't seem ta help it.

There was the one, well that was the first one. That particular doc well he was fixin' ta give Young Dixon a shot a Novocain before he filled a back molar. The needle it was poised, suddenly Daryl sucked in a deep, jagged, fearful breath which nudged the dentist's hand causin' him ta hit a nerve. Holy fuck n oh dear, Young Dixon didn't even think, he reacted n what he done was, he cuffed that dentist real fuckin' hard right up the side a his head. The dentist's head, well then it hit that light thingamajig, ya know the one, hangs down right in yer damn face, makes ya think yer about ta be interrogated by the law for a crime which ya did indeed commit? Yeah, that one. Plum near knocked that dentist right out. Yep, he told our boy then, "I think it's best you find another dentist."

Then there was the time that other dentist managed ta get him numbed up n all, an then he got that drill thing a goin', yeah that muther dick we all hate. Shit the noise of it is enough ta freak me right the fuck out. Well he put that thing in Daryl's mouth (shit that sounds kinda naughty don't it?), n he just kinda barely touched his tooth with it, hadn't even really got started. Young Dixon's leg seemed ta react ta that, why it flew straight up in the air. Okay, wait, it woulda flew right up in the air, 'cept for the poor little dental assistant who was innocently standin' there ready ta hand the doc a tool or whatever like that. She was in the way a Daryl's nicely shaped leg. Yeah well Daryl kicked her young ass right ta the floor. He felt real, real bad about that. Still, the dentist told him not ta bother ta ever come back. Ain't they s'pose ta take a damn oath or sumthin'?

An then there was the one…oh never mind I better get on with this here story. Now Maggie, y'all remember Maggie, I know ya ain't seen her around her in a while, but that's just cuz yer timin' is off. Anyway, ya see Maggie was there when Merle called so she just went on ahead n took Little Ol' D.J. on home with her n she told her sister, "You just call me whenever you get done tomorrow I can keep D.J. or bring him back, depending on how Daryl's doing."

I'm tellin' ya kids takin' care a Big Man's dental needs is not a one person job. So anyways, Sweet Baby gets Big Man in the house n in his favorite chair, n she gets him a big ol' glass a medicine, named Jack, n she sits her sweet little ass in his lap n she strokes that hair n as bad as he feels, he still manages ta slip a hand up her shirt n he says ta her as he's caressing her pretty little tittie, n maybe just messin' around a little with that taut nipple, "I need ta do sumthin' ta take my mind offa this tooth Sweet Baby."

And because she is a sweet, lovin' n thoughtful wife don't she just say ta him, "I'm here for you always Big Man, what can I do to ease your pain?"

An as shitfaced as he was, an as bad as that fuckin' tooth hurt he managed ta rise up right outta that chair with Sweet Baby in his arms n as he's carryin' her ta that bed, he says, "Bad Boy has a idea." An while he was energetically removin' that little pink tank top, n slidin' them tight white shorts over her tight white ass, he notices that by gawd he's already feelin' better. He tosses her real nice n gentle like right onta the bed n then he rips his own clothes off so fast it's like one a them magic tricks where ya don't even know what the fuck just happened.

An he was on top a her an then she was on top a him n they was rollin' all over that bed n they was a nibblin', n a pinchin', n a strokin', n a lickin' n a probin' maybe just a little here n there, n they was suckin' n everybody in the room was feelin' so much better, n frisky, yeah, that's it, they was frisky. N they got so fuckin' intensely frisky that yep, they managed ta roll right offa that bed. In Big Man's efforts ta ensure that Sweet Baby was not injured in the fall, he took a hard hit ta the left elbow, courtesy a that night table. He didn't mind on accounta it felt a whole lot better'n a fuckin' toothache.

An in spite of his own pain, still with them magically talented fingers, n that tongue, shit that damn tongue, well n those lips, well between all them things he's got goin' for him, he managed ta take Sweet Baby ta that place, ya all know the one, or I hope ya do. Yep, Sweet Baby was a happy woman. And then she was a happy woman twice, an after the third time she was a happy woman, he said, "I can't wait no more Sweet Baby." N they was makin' each other all manner a excited n then they got happy together.

They lay there on the floor n he had a arm wrapped around her n her little head was on his chest n he said, "I love ya Sweet Baby, love ya so much."

She replied, "I love you so much Big Man."

An between the tooth, the Jack, n Sweet Baby's lovin' ways, Big Man passed right out. Sweet Baby she covered him up, n she propped a pillow under his noggin', n then she slipped on her silky little robe n she went out ta the kitchen n she called Doc Carol.

Doc Carol knew the score n she said she'd call back real soon, she had a line on someone. Sure enough within the half hour Doc called back n between her n Sweet Baby they hatched a plan for a successful dental visit. All that remained now was ta see if they could pull it off.

Since Big Man was still out of it, she went on ahead n called Merle, told him the plan. "Alright I got it little sis, don't ya worry I'll call Oscar, ya call Big Boss."

The plan was in forward motion.

The next mornin' Sweet Baby gave Big Man his breakfast, she made everythin' real soft without mentionin' nuthin' about it. There was some fluffy scrambled eggs, cheesy grits n pancakes. He only managed ta eat two platefuls, on accounta his tooth was hurtin' n whatnot.

Merle come by n he enjoyed a little a that breakfast action his own self n he said ta her, "Don't ya never tell Cindy I said this but damn, Little Sis you're the best cook I ever have known."

He took Young Dixon ta get his truck n said, real casual like, "Maybe we'll all get together this weekend if yer feelin' better n whatnot."

N Daryl nodded n said, "Yeah, okay." He didn't look one little bit like he felt okay, but he also didn't sound like he suspected anythin'. A course, Older Dixon he didn't say squat.

Lo n behold, about 10 a.m. here come Sweet Baby n she just walked right onto that factory floor like she owned the fuckin' joint, n no one thought twice about it, cept her husband, he was runnin' scared now, thinkin' sumthin' must be tragically wrong. He wrapped arms around her n he asked, "Sweet Baby whatcha doin' here, is D.J. alright?"

"Yes Big Man D.J. is aces, I've come to tell you the good news, there's a dentist right here in town who has agreed to see you and get that tooth all fixed up."

Oddly enough, Big Man did not look one bit happy and relieved about this so called good news. "Please don't make me go Sweet Baby, can't ya pull it for me yerself, please."

She tried ta sooth him, but really how much a that special Dixon brand a soothin' could she do right there in front a everyone n such, so she just stroked the side a his head n said, "I'm going with you Daryl, it will be fine, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, I promise."

And when Young Dixon saw his brother comin' toward him, n Oscar comin' from the other direction, he knew, the choice was no longer his alone.

The crew got Daryl an his toothache to the dental office. As it turns out, this new dentist in town is Doc Carol's young nephew n the thing is, he needs patients, so yeah, Auntie Doc Carol forced his hand.

They managed ta get him in the dental chair, an the doc he give him some a that laughin' gas stuff, I love that shit myself. Anyway, he give him that, Merle was holdin' his legs down at the ankles, Oscar had Daryl's arms pulled up over his head n he had a tight grip on those wrists. Sweet Baby she was on the opposite side a the chair from the doc, she was soothin' a hand along his forehead n hair n she just kept tellin' him how brave n strong, n manly he was, n how she couldn't wait 'til he was feelin' better so's she could show him just how much she loves every single inch a him. It started ta get a little explicit kids.

Now Merle n Oscar they didn't think nuthin' a that talk, after all, they been around Big Man an Sweet Baby enough times ta know, they don't give a fuck who knows how horny they are for each other.

But the young doc he was fightin' for concentration with all this talk that kept gettin' more n more suggestive, n his equally young female assistant was havin' a little trouble her own self. Pretty soon those two young professionals they was both happy there weren't no patients after Daryl, they was lookin' each other in the eye n communicatin', nonverbally a course, their desires ta get ta know each other in a more intimate manner, they'd get ta that as soon as Mr. Dixon's damn tooth was fixed.

And so it was that Daryl's tooth got drilled n filled, n he got some pain meds n Merle went back ta work n Oscar went back ta work, n Big Man n Sweet Baby went out ta the cabin. He took his pain pill n she lay down with him until he fell asleep.

He had a nice long nap, an when he woke he felt like new, n he smelled a real scrumptious aroma comin' from the kitchen. He walked right on in there n there was his Sweet Baby standin' at the stove, she was stirrin' him up sumthin' real delicious for dinner. She had on them tight Yoga pants an a little tiny t-shirt that showed the skin a her back n her tummy, n her hair was all up in a ponytail with a few wayward curls fallin' here n there.

He walked right up behind her n he slid a open palm up the inside a her thigh there, n he let his hand find it's way right on over there ta that sweet spot of Sweet Baby's, that spot that brought him so much pleasure, n he rubbed on it in a real lovin' kinda way, while he bent down n he kissed n he licked, n he sucked on her neck n he said, "Damn Sweet Baby, we ain't done it since last night n I can't hardly take this separation from ya much longer."

An Sweet Baby she turned around n she had her hand headed right down the front a his sleep pants, right toward his nether regions, n she told him, "Oh Big Man I been missing that Bad Boy all day. Now hurry n take me back in that bedroom before Maggie gets here with D.J."

An Big Man he done right like Sweet Baby told him, cuz he's a real good husband n he knows whose boss.

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A/N That's how it all happened kids, ya can't make this shit up. Okay, big shout out to my girl Roksolana who sent me a prompt. It was not for this story, it was for my fic Little Love Stories, I asked her would she mind if I used the prompt for the Diet Dixons, and being the sweet woman that she is, she said sure, go on. The prompt was that Daryl has a toothache and is afraid of the dentist. I hope you enjoyed what I cooked up with that and I'd appreciate very much you leaving a review / comment. Thanks Kids! x gneebee

To see the Dixon's chapter photo, and Big Man n Sweet Baby are an adorable pair, please visit my story blog on tumblr, bethylmethbrick dot com. Now, in between chapters here, if you think you might enjoy a more serious Bethyl romance, please check out my newest multi chapter story, Love's Highway. I also have a current collection of short stories, Little Love Stories. Thanks all y'all so much n I'll see ya soon at the Mad Dawg, we'll have us a frosty one n just stare lovingly at them Dixon Brothers. Ain't nuthin' wrong with that right there, now is there boys n girls? x gneebee