A/N Hey y'all, I just wanna thank ya for the love, the follows, faves and reviews. Meet me down at the Mad Dawg, I'll buy ya a frosty one, maybe. For now, let's check in on The Brothers.
Now I know all y'all know what night this is, c'mon, quit yer teasin', I know ya had it marked down. That's right boys an girls, it's Wednesday! Now why don't ya remind me, what is it we do on Wednesday night? Go ta the Laundromat? Or the car wash? Or the grocery? Hell no! Well we might stop at the grocery if we run outta Cheetos, but that would be the only reason.
Aw you guys, I see yer in the mood ta give me a hard time, pretend ya don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Well that's just fine, ya go on ahead n ya play like that, you'll be the ones missin' out. Me? Shit, I'll be down there in that industrial area, sittin' in that smelly ass little tavern, there next ta the plumbin' supply store where Older Dixon buys his wares.
I know y'all know where it's at. I seen ya in there, don't try ta pretend I ain't. Why the joint smells like they're bakin' cow pies an road apples in the that back room, an plenty of 'em. An I don't think no one's bothered ta sweep the joint out since the day it opened, 'bout 60 years ago. It used ta have windows, but they're so fuckin' dirty no one's been able ta see outta one in like 30 years. But hey, it's an industrial area, what is it ya think ya need ta see out there? Besides, we ain't goin' for the aroma an the atmosphere, are we now? Fuck no, we're goin' cuz the beer's frosty as a polar bear's ass, an cheap, like WalMart costume jewelry, an barkeep he just keeps settin' em up, 'til ya tell him ta quit cuz ya gotta get on home 'fore the wife kills yer ass, or yer wallet runs so dry it turns ta dust. If that happens get yer ass on outta here, yer takin up valuable real estate.
That's right smarty, while yer playin' yer little game an draggin' yer ass, I'll be down at the Mad Dawg throwin' back frosty ones with them Dixon Brothers!
I win!
Daryl walked in an he seen Big Brother already settin' on his regular stool, why he had that brown bottle turned straight up an he was pourin' that sweet elixir right down his throat. Why it didn't even appear he bothered ta swallow. An shit, was that a double jack in front a him? An what the fuck, was that Big Brother's eye a twitchin'? Oh shit, oh dear.
Now Young Dixon was feelin' a might worried 'bout the man, this here why it looked every kind a bad. So bein' the big ol' sweet sensitive fella that he is n all, Daryl went right over ta his Big Brother, clapped him hard on the back an said, "What the fuck's the matter with you dumbass?"
Older Dixon now he didn't even look up, he just picked that jack up offa that bar an he took it right down in one gulp. Didn't even bat an eye. Man's a professional. Ya gotta admire him.
Now all a them lowlifes why they was anticipatin', ears was perked an hearts were happy, they just could hardly wait ta hear what sorta misery had befallen Merle Dixon. Me now I took a big swallow from my frosty one, right along with the rest of 'em, but mostly I's worried for Merle, but that's just me, hell everyone knows I got a little tender spot in my heart for that man.
But there, I've fallen off track again. Just admirin' me some Dixon Boys kids, don't get all pissy now.
"It's my Cindy. Brother, she told me she don't want no more kids, one's enough for her n me, an she got all manner a feisty with me an said, 'goddammit that's that.' That's what she said." An by then barkeep he'd set both Dixon's up with a frosty one an Merle with another double jack. Cuz I know ya know, barkeep's a professional too. Why the joint is crawlin' with professional types.
Now Little Brother, he's all manner a confused and he lets it be known, "Well shit, I didn't think either one a ya wanted more kids. I thought y'all decided babies didn't come no more perfect than Little Ol' Earl, n that you was gettin' outta the baby makin' business."
Seemed reasonable ta us lowlifes, so we all nodded an took a swallow from our brown bottle.
"Well yeah, that part, me an my Cindy was all in agreement over that part, but last night when there was a mishap, seemed it was some sorta rupture in the raincoat, Cindy got all bent outta shape an she said it, 'Merle ya get yer ass to the Doc n ya get yourself fixed!' Just like that she said it. Scared the fuckin' piss right outta me." An quick as that, boom, my man Merle had gulped down that second double shot a jack and that frosty one. Don't worry kids, barkeep set fresh ones up right quick.
And Young Dixon, an hell everyone else in the stinky ass joint, took a pull on their frosty one.
"Well shit Merle how bad can it be Brother? I mean a lotta guys get that snip job, I ain't heard a no one dyin' from it yet. Course I s'pose there's a first time for everythin'."
Well there is that, we all shrugged n nodded an took another swallow.
"Yeah well I just ain't sure how I feel bout Doc grabbin' hold a my tallywhacker with a knife in her hand, what if she slips n cuts the sumbitch off? Then what, huh?"
An the very image a that there happenin' caused everyone in the joint ta suck the entire contents a their brown bottle right down. Well an let's just be honest here boys n girls, it was just a natural thing, everyone had ta just put their hand down there, give a quick rub n make sure everythin' was still intact.
Since I didn't have nuthin' that needed double checkin', I just enjoyed the shit outta watchin' them Dixons check on theirs.
I know, I know…
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He walked in the door an there was Little Ol' D.J. just happy as a little clam playin' with all a them trucks. The train well it's broke, Daddy has it out in the shed, gonna have ta take it apart n fix it. I ain't expectin' no problem with that, seems if a man can build a jet engine he'll figure a train out. An it seemed fittin' Thomas was on the TV, Daryl liked that show his own self.
"Hey there son, Daddy's home, ain't that excitin'?" And D.J., bein' as how he's the happiest baby on all the earth, he clapped them little hands, giggled n said, "Daddy." An didn't Daddy just pick him right up, give him a big ol' snuggle n say, "I don't care what yer dumbass Uncle Merle says, it's you, yer the most perfect baby in the world son, don't ya never let no one tell ya any different. An don't tell Mama I said dumbass to ya."
He walked in that kitchen an she was standing there at the stove, wearin' them tight little jeans that had the sparkle things on the back pockets. He liked them pants.
He come up behind her an he slid that open palm up the inside a her thigh, right on over ta the center, that special little spot that was his an his alone. He was kissin' on her neck n he said, "I'm sorry Sweet Baby, I can't do it."
Well a course now Sweet Baby she turned right around into his arms, "What Big Man, what in the world are you talking about, what can't you do?" Sweet Baby she was a little shook up.
"I can't let Doc knife the Bad Boy."
Confusion reached epic levels for Sweet Baby. "What are you talking about Daryl Dixon? You tell me right now."
And he gave her the Cliff's Notes on Merle, Cindy, Earl, the Rupture in the Raincoat and the Knife to the the Tallywhacker.
Now Sweet Baby she could see her Big Man was havin' a helluva time right here. She wrapped one arm round him, had her other hand somewhere down in his personal parts territory, an she give what she found down there a lovin' little squeeze, an she looked in Young Dixon's eyes an she asked, "Big Man do you really think I'd ever let anyone bring harm to the Bad Boy?"
Now Daryl he was so relieved he could hardly control that relief an his mouth why it practically dived down onto her mouth, and they was just a kissin' like they was on fire, an Sweet Baby continued to demonstrate her love an carin' for the Bad Boy, an Young Dixon why he was showin' her Sweet Little Self just how much love he had for her southern territory, when D.J. toddled right on in an said, "Hungee Mama."
Now Daddy he bent right down n he give his boy's side there a tickle n he told him, "Now see there son? Daddy's takin' you n Mama ta Florida this weekend, gonna stay a whole week. And now son, just cuz yer messin' up Daddy's good time I'ma make ya take two naps a day while yer there, an I get to play with Mama all by myself."
An Little Ol' D.J. he just clapped them little hands an he giggled, cuz shit kids, who wouldn't wanna go ta the beach with Big Man and Sweet Baby? Sheesh
He was packing up the back end a that Grand Cherokee with everythin' just like she told him. He was mighty worried he was gonna have ta get the trailer outta the shed there was so much shit. Most of it belonged to D.J. an Daryl could not figure that out. He said to his boy, "Ya ain't no bigger'n a minute, how can ya have so much stuff son? Ain't ya ever heard a travelin' light? When I start takin' ya huntin' ya can't be takin' all this crap."
D.J. he was a gigglin' an a clappin' an Sweet Baby said, "Daryl Dixon watch your language in front of your son. And by the time I let D.J. go hunting with you, I don't think he'll have a stroller and a pack and play anymore."
Daryl he just mumbled, "Thank God."
Finally they was on their merry way n everyone was in a real cheerful state a mind. D.J. he was back there in his car seat and a Disney movie was playin' on that little screen. Little Man was just tryin' his very best ta sing along with them songs. Big Man he was enjoyin' the shit outta that right there.
They arrived at the little rental house and Young Dixon was feelin' mighty relieved, Sweet Baby seemed ta approve. It was small but it was just right for them for a week. It sat right there on the beach, and just two blocks away was a fun lookin' little joint, one a them open beachy kinda drinkin' n eatin' establishments.
Did I do okay Sweet Baby? "You did just right Daryl, it's perfect."
That's when our man had ta do the unpackin', which is worse than the packin', but not as bad as the repackin', but we ain't gotta worry about that for several days.
He brung the cooler n the bags a eats to the kitchen, he brung in D.J.s stuff n put it in the little bedroom, brung in their stuff an set it in the slightly bigger bedroom, got out that shade canopy thing, the beach chairs, D.J.'s beach toys, the beach towels and the four types of sunscreen.
Finally underneath all a that was the cooler an the box with the important shit, the shit he'd packed first so's he'd be sure there was room. That's right boys n girls, the beer, the jack an the two boxes a wine.
Thank God that little store was only two blocks away, just in case they needed ta go on a supply run.
"My watch says it's beer thirty Sweet Baby, can I get ya some wine? And how bout you D.J., are ya in need of a refreshin' juice box?"
Why everyone seemed to be in agreement, they could all stand ta have a beverage.
An it was then that his Sweet Baby surprised the Holy Livin' Crap right outta our boy Daryl. Why she grabbed a nice chunk a his backyard, right there toward the center, an she said, "Maybe we should get D.J. a nice snack, and then maybe read a story, and just maybe he'll get all sleepy. If that was to happen you and the Bad Boy could give me a tour of that master bedroom." And she smiled that real innocent, all sweetness n light smile right at him. Y'all know the one I mean, the "I ain't never…
Yeah nevermind, y'all know.
Now Daryl he was gonna make this happen, so while Sweet Baby was fixin' him an Little Man that snack, he tells his boy, "Now son, I don't like ta have ta get tough with ya, but you was naughty the other night when ya interrupted Mama and Daddy's playtime. Couldn't ya just be patient son? Think about Daddy's needs?
So now I know I told ya I's gonna make ya take two naps a day on vacation, an that starts now, right after yer snack, an a story. That's that an ain't no use arguin' with Daddy." And Daddy rubbed that boy's sweet little head an he give them curls a little kiss, and didn't that little fella just start ta clappin' an gigglin' n sayin' "Daddy."
She give Daryl a nice ham sandwich with some Cheetos, an D.J. he had a nice plate a chunked up ham an oranges and grapes. And Sweet Baby, well she had an orange.
They's all so damn happy ta get their vacation started an Daddy he was tellin' D.J. what all kinda fun they was gonna have, gonna go ta turtle island, on account a Mama just loves turtles, gonna swim with dolphins, hell might even go ta the 'glades n ride on a airboat, if Mama says we can. An D.J. he was just so happy about all this news, but soon he's rubbin' them little eyes an a yawnin' an when Mama said it's story time Daddy was happy as a pig in shit, for more than one reason. Seriously, stories an lovin'? That there is hard ta beat.
They was readin' Green Eggs n Ham, Daddy just loves that Dr. Seuss guy, an D.J. why he only made it 'bout, oh, a third a the way through an boom, lights out.
Now Daryl he just went right ta his Sweet Baby an picked her right up n it was all she could do not ta start laughin' right there in D.J.'s room.
Young Dixon he carried her directly on into that master bedroom, an boys n girls they was on vacation there at the beach n all, so they didn't hardly have no clothes on that needed takin' off. That's a real good thing there cuz, well I ain't gotta tell ya, Big Man n Sweet Baby is short on patience when it comes ta gettin' each other naked.
An Young Dixon he was in a playful kinda vacation mood an he picked her up an he bounced her there right on the bed an bounced his ownself right there above her, an he was all kissin' on her lips an he was all kissin' on her neck, an pretty soon he was all kissin' on that perfect little tittie. An his hand was all messin' around in her business, an her hand was all on his business an they was a just a kissin', an a touchin, an a rubblin', an a lickin', an a suckin', an why even gigglin', cuz they're havin' large fun on their vacation.
Now Daryl he fumbles for that raincoat, cuz Sweet Baby she said AFTER vacation they was gonna try, an then he introduced her to the Bad Boy, just in case she forgot him since last night, an then he went to roll her over n they went right offa that double bed – they was used ta havin' a bit more room – an Big Man his shoulder crashed right into the dresser, cuz the quarters was tight. But he was feelin' all manner a amorous so he barely felt a thing – well that, and let's remember kids, he's Daryl Fuckin' Dixon - an then they rolled over the other way an Sweet Baby, her cute little ass banged right into that night table, an Daryl bein' a fine example of a lovin' an carin' husband, Southern Gentleman n whatnot, why he paused what he was doin' long enough ta kiss it better. Then they resumed their activities as though nuthin' had gone amiss. Why they was rockin' an rollin', an bobbin an weavin', an bumpin' an grindin', an livin' an lovin'.
Why they was havin' theirselves a wonderful time.
Bein' gentlemanly an all, Big Man made sure Sweet Baby got hers like two or four times, before he got his. Now when they was done they was both pretty battered n bruised, but they was all snugglin' an lovin' each other, all manner a smilin' an happy.
Daryl he give her a big ol' lovin kiss an he said, "Sweet Baby you're the best fuckin' thing ever happened ta me an I love ya large. I'm a lucky sumbitch."
An didn't she smile up at the Big Man, give him a big ol' smooch an say, "Men don't come any better than you Big Man, and I love you more."
A/N And that's how it all happened, ya can't make this stuff up kids! Now listen here, I'ma take a couple weeks off from this story, but don't get all wigged out, just head on down ta the Mad Dawg, have a few frosty ones, or better yet, read some a my other stories while ya wait. I'll see ya back here before Valentine's Day. Love all y'all, please leave a review/comment xo
