Minority page 8
Author's note: A lot of people seem to not understand Peaches' actions in the first chapter. The point of her using the mega phone was in fact to hurry Rick into giving Robin back to them. She did it on purpose, to draw walkers should they drag their feet or try something. Other than that she just doesn't give a damn if that's their camp or not – they kidnapped one of her people, all she really knows about them are that they are a bunch on white people pointing guns at her.
Now that I've got that out the way I'd like to say I'm glad people like the group I created. They are incredibly fun to write opposite Rick's group. Particularly Merle – I used Ed Norton's character from American History X as inspiration for his 'rehabilitated' personification. Hopefully I'm still writing him in character. Thanks for reading.
Merle woke with a start. He had slept so deeply that he actually dreamed. It had been a while since he had this particular dream but Peaches told him it was common for former addicts. There were so many lines. So white and pure on the surface of a black table. A full bottle of blue pills sitting next to them. He had leaned over and held one nostril shut. He had felt the burn after a long snort. Sat back and let it drip down his throat. He even felt that zap of energy that came - so strong it was what made him bolt up in bed. He was drenched in sweat and his stomach was aching.
"Merle?" He jerked at that soft call of his name. He turned and started at Peaches for a moment. Her grogginess dissipating when she saw the look on his face. "Are you okay?" she reached to wipe the sweat from his brow and he sighed at the feel of her hand. "What—"
"Just a coke dream, sugar." He assured her as he got out of bed. "Going out for a smoke." He said as he pulled on his pants. He also put on his boots and coat. He opened the door to the room and sighed when the cold air outside hit him. He closed the door and looked around for who was on night watch.
"You alright?" Glenn asked from his perch at the top of the stairs.
"Fine." He said gruffly and lit his cigarette. The nicotine did a good job of settling his nerves. He leaned on the railing. After a few drags he looked at Glenn. He needed a distraction so he cleared his throat to get Glenn's attention. "How'd you end up the top?" he asked. Glenn lifted an eyebrow at the question.
"We flipped a coin. Daryl got tails." He answered with a cheeky smirk. Merle chuckled.
"Funny." He said before he took a puff. "Y'know you're alright for a 'gook'." He admitted.
"Gee thanks 'round eye'." Glenn said sarcastically. "Imagine that – accepting me because of my personality instead of my skin color."
"I know, it's a completely ridiculous concept but apparently it works in the apocalypse." Merle snorted. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and smiled. "I can see why he likes you – you're a smart ass just like him. Plus he's always been sort of a rice queen."
"What was Daryl like when he was younger?" Glenn asked out of sheer curiosity.
"Um…about the same. Too smart mouth for his own good. That led him to a lot of smacks from daddy." Merle looked up like he was trying to remember. Forcing his drug damaged brain cells to work and recall further back than five years ago. "He was a fat baby." He started. "Mom gave him the boob juice for a little too long. He looked like he always had food in his cheeks."
"Aw…" Glenn sighed.
"Stretched out into a little bean pole at around six. I went away for a while – got popped for vandalism and possession. He was around eleven when I got out the first time. Sixteen when I got out the second time. Got enlisted soon after that and he had this shitty died black mullet but that's when he got his 'Cindy Crawford'."
"His what?" Glenn asked.
"My mole." They both looked down the strip when they heard Daryl approaching them. He took Merle's cigarette and took a drag. "I got tired of being smacked around by my dad and did construction and hit the weights." Merle rolled his eyes when Daryl flexed his bicep – Glenn smiled from ear to ear. "You came back, dad kicked the bucket and ten years later here we are."
"When did you start screwing dudes?" Merle muttered as he took his cigarette back.
"Bout the same time you were six feet under sucking cock on a submarine." Daryl said. Merle flicked his ear and Daryl swung at him playfully.
"Seriously – I know your weren't born like this." Merle said. Glenn tensed. Merle may have changed preferences for Peaches but he still hung on to most of his prejudices. Daryl looked a little put off by his question.
"Look, Merle - it's just like when we put that firecracker in that dead opossum."
"You wanted to see their heads explode?" Merle asked. Daryl chuckled.
"No, curiosity - you dumb fucker." He answered.
"Oh." Merle rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to hear about how Daryl was 'struggling to find himself' or some other bullshit answer.
"Plus the fact that it feels good." Daryl admitted. Merle made a face.
"You're are such a fucking freak." He said as playfully pushed Daryl.
"Says the Nazi married to a black chick." They all smiled at Peaches when she made an appearance. "Are you gonna be nice? Or do I have to tell them about all the freaky shit you like." Merle just pressed his lips together when Daryl and Glenn laughed.
"Does it involve his nipples?" Glenn asked. Merle and Daryl suddenly looked like dear caught in headlights.
"Yeah, how'd you know that?" She asked.
"Peaches!" Merle growled in a stern tone. Glenn snorted.
"He's the same way." He said and nodded towards Daryl. Peaches laughed. Daryl just glared at him.
"You're getting it when your shift is over." He warned.
"Oh please." Glenn scoffed and waved off his threat. Peaches chuckled.
"Come on you." She grabbed Merle's arm and pulled him back in the room. "You need rest."
"Brother how'd we end up here?" Merle asked Daryl as he followed her.
"What's here?"
"Whipped." Merle answered before he shut the door. Daryl smirked.
"I ain't whipped." Daryl said confidently. Glenn chuckled until he noticed the look on Daryl's face.
"You're serious?"
Glenn was a little on edge when he got off his shift. Katherine looked at him oddly when he slowly walked to his room. Usually he ran to get to bed and sometimes to Daryl. He opened the door and looked around warily before stepping inside and closing it. Daryl just smiled at him as he came out of the bathroom, tying the drawstring to his pajama pants. "I'm warning you Daryl – I've put up with all your jeers, if you're a bad sport about the nipple thing…"
"Don't pick a fight." Daryl said as he moved to him. He pulled Glenn closer. "It's been nearly two weeks since the last time we…'put the spurs to each other'. I'm losing my mind too." Glenn looked up for a second – like he was trying to think and verify if that was right. The last time he could remember having sex with Daryl was when they made up after the whole 'Robin' fiasco. When he canted his head back Daryl leaned in and nipped at his exposed neck. Glenn wasn't expecting it to feel so good. He wrapped his arms around Daryl's shoulders and wobbled when his knees went weak.
"Mmm…" He moaned and put his head all the way back. Daryl smirked as he put one arm around his back and slid his other hand down to Glen's belt buckle. It was a little difficult to get it open with the way Glenn was swaying but he managed to get it undone. He slid his hand into his pants and palmed Glenn's cock. "Oh yeah." Glen kissed him. It was forceful and sloppy. Glenn laved at the inside of Daryl's mouth – their tongues and lips meeting and making all sorts of wet noises. Glenn arched his back when Daryl grabbed his ass with his free hand. A firm squeeze had Glenn grinding his hips into Daryl. He pulled out of the kiss and grinned at Glenn.
"Take your clothes off." He whispered as he let go of him. Daryl stepped out of his pants. When he turned to the bed Glenn was already sprawled across it, stark naked and slowly running his hands down his stomach. His erection standing at full salute and glistening.
"Ah!" Glenn yelped when Daryl pounced on top of him. He giggled and squirmed underneath him before Daryl cupped his face and made him hold still. Glenn's eyes fluttered shut when Daryl kissed him. It had been something they rarely had a moment for. When they did kiss it meant they had lots of time to do whatever they wanted. Glenn knew Daryl was going to be excruciatingly thorough tonight. Starting with his hair – Daryl loved his hair. He ran his fingers through it like it was the finest silk he had ever had the pleasure of touching. Even when it was sweaty and dirty. He gripped Glenn's hair and kissed him. It was slow and sweet – Daryl tasted like he had a secret stash of flavored toothpaste that he wasn't telling anyone about. He had used a cinnamon flavored one right before Glenn came in the room. Glenn moaned into his mouth and in turn ran his hands through Daryl's hair.
"Like that do you?" he asked as he pulled away. He ran his hands down Glenn's chest. Stopping to tease his nipples for a second before dipping down to his navel.
"Yeah." Glenn arched up. Daryl had a way of ghosting his lips over Glenn that made it feel like the gentlest of feathers was tickling him.
"I love your skin." Daryl admitted. Despite all they've been through in the past nine months Glenn managed to stay unscathed. He was not marred – no more than a slight sunburn or a cut on his knee. Other than that he was all smooth and relatively soft and clean. Daryl's dermis looking like it belonged to a walker by comparison. His old scars, plus the new ones from his day-of-hell looking for Sophia and even newer ones from when Casper attacked him. Despite it's Frankenstein like appearance Glenn caressed him like his scars weren't there.
"I love you." Glenn replied before he brought his knees up. "God, I missed you…missed having you in—ah!"
"Got you hooked?" Daryl gloated as he licked and nipped at Glenn's neck again. "Craving cock are you?"
"Yeah I want your 'Dixon dick' – let's do this." Daryl laughed.
"That's a good one." He watched Glenn reach under their pillows and pull out a half empty bottle of lube. He handed it to Daryl and he made a face. "You're spoiled now. Don't like it raw anymore?"
"Three day burn doesn't feel as good to me." Glenn said as Daryl sat back and uncapped the bottle. "All I want to feel is you. All I want is the—Ah! The pleasure! Fuck!" He arched up when Daryl slid two slick digits inside him. Without the friction burn of dry skin there was no pain – only sweet, tingling bliss as Daryl prodded his prostate. "Yes! Just like that!" Glenn felt his face flush, his skin prickling and his palms starting to sweat. Daryl was watching him lose it – fascinated by the glow in Glenn's cheeks and the way his twisted and arched. He was nearly drooling at the feel of his inner walls on his fingers.
"Ready?" Daryl asked as he slicked himself up. He pushed in without a reply and Glenn keened. Arching so far Daryl thought he might hurt himself. Glenn was more 'bendy' than he remembered. Daryl pushed his knees up until they were nearly touching his shoulders and bucked into Glenn as hard as he could. "Oh God!" He grunted as Glenn tightened around him. He leaned over and Glenn devoured his mouth – biting his lip and practically purring when their tongues met. He was so hot - all he could feel was Daryl's cock pressing inside him over and over. His rough hands going over every inch of his skin. Daryl paused for a few seconds to change their position. He had Glenn straddle him before easing him down onto his cock. He knew he struck home when Glenn screamed out something in a different language. Daryl put his hands on his hips and watched as he bounced up and down.
"Harder! Oh yes!" He raked his nails down Daryl's chest and pressed himself down as much as he could. "Daryl!"
"Damn, forgot what a wild fuck you are." Daryl huffed.
"Yes!"
"Come on ride it – ride that cock boy!" He growled and pushed Glenn down as he thrust his hips up. "Christ baby."
"Daryl!" Glenn cried out like he was in pain and suddenly tightened around him. "God damn it – not yet! Ah!" Daryl chuckled when Glenn came. His orgasm rushing through him, making his entire body go rigid from the intensity of it. "Come on!" he pleaded as he rode out the maddening excess of his orgasm. He moved an inch and howled like it was all six.
"Shit, Glenn…" Daryl hissed as his contracting inner walls pushed him over the edge. Daryl held him still as he reached his peak. His toes curled, as Glenn seemed to get even tighter around him. "God damn it…" He sat up and hugged Glenn to him. Glenn ran his hands through his sweat drenched hair and kissed him.
"Daryl…" He sighed. Daryl bucked once more as his orgasm subsided. "Mmm…that feels so good…"
"Yeah, like it when I pump you full of the ol' 'joy juice'." Daryl mumbled against his lips. Glenn chuckled and held him tighter.
"Ow! Glenn, your grip." Peaches said. He apologized and eased his hold on her hand.
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. Just try to stay calm." She told him. The next day all hell broke loose at the farm when a herd of walkers came through and nearly killed them all. Unforetunately everyone had been at the farm for the weekly dinner. The groups got separated, scattered to the woods and several different vehicles. They didn't know if everyone made it out or if they could make it back to the motel without drawing more walkers. The herd had passed it already but being tired and exhausted made it difficult to avoid the stragglers and get back. Now that they were out of the highway the motel was a good ten miles away. Glenn managed to make it out on foot with Peaches. They had tried to make it to the food truck but whoever was driving it didn't see them and sped away without them. They turned around and noticed Andrea as she bolted into the woods. Peaches had grabbed Glenn's hand and did the same but was forced to go in a different direction because of a snarling group of walkers. They hadn't let go of each other since. "Are we almost to the highway where you guys broke down?" It would be easier to get their barings from the road rather than try to make it through the woods.
"Yeah, it's just up that hill." He whispered when he spotted a lone walker. When it wandered off without noticing them they ran up the ridge. "Oh no." he sighed when they found the highway devoid of the group. In fact there was no indication that they had even been back and left without them again.
"It's alright." Peaches assured him. "We'll wait here for a bit and if they still haven't shown we'll camp out in one of these cars for the night. Once we've rested – in the morning we can get one of these cars going and go back to the motel."
"But…what if they didn't go back there? We have no idea where—
"Merle will go back. And if he goes back so will Daryl and that's all that matters." she assure him as she headed for the water truck. It looked like no one else had been by since Shane opened the drop door and taken a drink from one of the tanks. She pulled down one and moved it over to where Glenn was digging through a suburban that still had all it's windows and no bodies inside. He sat on the tailgate and fished through his pack and found three granola bars and a bag of chips. She filled their smaller bottles with water and left the large tank out of the street as she sat on the tailgate next to him. Glenn handed her two of the granola bars and she chuckled. He noticed the fond smile she gave them. "What?"
"When we first found Merle I gave him one of these." She said. She opened it and took a bite. "I finally understand why he ate it like it was the best food on the planet." They hadn't eaten for nearly twenty four hours, plus their mad dash through the woods, fighting walkers and the fluctuating weather had them running on empty since dawn. They finished their snacks and closed the tailgate. The day was mild as far at temperature went but it was still a little stuffy in the suburban. They both dozed off for a few hours until a noise had Glenn bolting up and looking out the windows. "What is it?" Peaches asked and looked out the opposite side of the truck. Glenn seemed excited for a moment before he came to a realization.
"Apparently my imagination." He frowned. "I thought I heard Daryl's bike." Peaches smiled weakly at him and patted his shoulder.
"Let's try to sleep a little more, it's still dark out." She suggested. Glenn sighed as he laid down next to her. They both jumped when the sound of a motorcycle revved right next to the truck. They looked out just in time to see Daryl roll by with Carol on the back of the seat.
"Daryl!" Glenn opened the tailgate and climbed out. He dropped the kickstand and practically ran to Glenn. Because there was no one else around to witness their display they hugged and kissed like they hadn't seen each other in years.
"I could kill Rick for leaving you behind." Daryl admitted as he smoothed Glenn's hair back from his face. Glenn smiled and kissed him again.
"So they made it out?" Peaches asked.
"Yeah, they should be right behind me." Daryl said as he hiked his thumb behind him. They all looked and sure enough the food truck, the blue farm truck and Shane's green Hyundai came rolling to a stop near them.
"Peaches!" Katherine ran to her and hugged her. She got caught in the middle when Merle wrapped his arms around both of them in an attempt to hug Peaches. When he let go Katherine put her arm around Charles. They watched as Rick's group greeted each other.
"Where's Shane?" Lori was the first to ask when she noticed his absence. Rick tensed for a moment before shaking his head.
"He… he didn't make it."
"He became a walker!" Carl blurted out. "He was gonna get dad – I had to shoot him." Lori just pulled him to her side.
"Andrea?" Rick asked – wanting desperately to change the subject.
"She ran off into the woods." Peaches said. "She had your gun bag."
"I'll go look for her." Daryl volunteered.
"No!" Rick stopped him. "She's on the move in the woods, even you couldn't track her if she's been going all night in any direction from the farm."
"You're just going to leave her?" Carol asked.
"We have to get to some shelter." Rick said and looked at Katherine. "The motel?"
"Yeah."
