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Jameson woke a few hours later and looked up at Daryl asleep. Her head lay against his chest, rising and falling with his steady breathing. She thought about everything she told him. Her heart rate sped up slightly with second thoughts. Worrying if she had made the right decision to tell him. There were very few people who knew about most of what she had told him. Daryl knew about her shithead dad and her brother now. There were people who had known her for years without that knowledge.
'Stupid Jameson. Getting close just means it'll hurt more later when he leaves.' Her cynical overbearing self said. Chewing on her lip she took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves.
"What's wrong?" Daryl's gravelly voice interrupted her inner turmoil. Making her jump a little. He tightened his arm around her.
"Oh uh nothin'" she said, not looking up.
"I hear ya breathing faster and feel your heart racin'. Whats up?" Daryl asked, pulling away to look down at her. Jameson chewed her cheek and looked away. She couldn't look at him without feeling panicked. Daryl rubbed his hand over her back, his fingers barely touching the scar. Jameson suddenly felt overwhelmed and scooted away from him.
"I'm gonna shower I think." She mumbled and slid out of bed.
Daryl watched her retreating form and furrowed his brow. He didn't understand why she left but she was definitely anxious. Part of him wanted to join her in the shower like last time but he felt like she needed the space. When she came back in she had a towel wrapped around her small frame and her hair hung in her eyes, darker from being wet. It was almost hitting her waist.
"Hair looks longer," he said while she pulled out clothing to wear. Jameson glanced at him through her long bangs and nodded in reply. Biting his thumb he sucked it up and finally asked her again, "What's wrong Jameson?"
After a long pause, "I…. just.. I feel weird." She said quietly, fidgeting with her towel.
"Weird how?" he asked, sitting up in bed, the sheet fall to his waist.
Blowing out a huge breath, she pushed wet hair out of her eyes. "I told you lots of things, I don't do that normally and I…. I'm worried about what that means and scared that it was a mistake or not a mistake but that if this doesn't work that it will hurt more and I can't…" Daryl stood up and walked over to her. She stood there looking at the ground, her hands clutching the towel around her.
"Hey." Daryl said bending slightly to get her to look at him. "I ain't goin anywhere. You're scared I'm gonna leave because of what I know?"
Jameson chewed her lip nervously before making eye contact. Daryl was stricken by the sadness in her eyes. He cupped her face and stroked his rough thumb across her pale cheek. "Nothin' to be scared of. Told ya I aint leavin til ya tell me to." Daryl assured her.
Jameson leaned into him, her forehead pressing against the center of his chest. He felt her take several deep breaths. Rubbing his hands up and down her back and tucking his face into her neck as he kissed her jaw. "Don't gotta worry bout me runnin'." His voice gravelly, the sadness he saw in her eyes was making his chest ache. He began to realize how guarded she was normally with people and that her opening up to him meant way more than he had previously thought. It was like looking in a mirror. Daryl never let his walls down either.
"I guess now is the time I should tell you have a teeny tiny issue with anxiety." Jameson said with a humorless chuckle.
"Ya don' say…" Daryl said with a smirk.
Jameson slapped his chest, "Shuddup."
Daryl let a gruff laugh and squeezed her, his arms wrapped around her shoulder. "Ya got food here?" he asked.
Jameson said, "Yeah. Want eggs and toast?"
"Sounds good. Can I use your shower?"
"Of course," Jameson said with a smile.
Jameson started coffee and was making scrabbled eggs when Daryl walked out, his hair messy from towel drying it. She watched him walk out in his worn jeans and wife beater. He was barefoot and for some reason it made her heart race a little. The fact that he was comfortable enough in Jameson's place to hangout barefoot somehow meant something to her girl brain.
"Scrambled ok?" she asked looking over her shoulder at him, ignoring the flutter feeling her chest.
"S'fine. Need help with anythin'?" He asked walking to the counter. Jameson looked at him with a small smile and said, "If you wanna get the coffee in mugs you can." Daryl nodded and got both their coffees ready, "Sugar and cream yeah?" he asked while pouring her mug.
"Yep. Thanks." She responded, pulling the toast out and buttering it. Daryl sat down with the mugs as Jameson laid a plate in front of him. "Ya sayin grace this time?" he asked, digging into his eggs. Jameson snorted and said, "Rubadubdub thanks for the grub."
Daryl laughed gruffly and shook his head. Jameson smirked and ate her eggs.
Daryl was done eating in minutes as Jameson ate slowly. He sat drinking his coffee watching her finish. "Ya always eat so slow?" he asked sipping his coffee but Jameson saw his lips twitch in amusement. "Sorry I'm not a garbage disposal. I like to enjoy my food, so I chew it." She snarked and raised an eyebrow. Daryl grumbled, "Whatever." Laughing lightly she took his plate and washed their dishes before leaning against the counter.
"Soooooo. What do you have planned today?" she asked.
"Nothin 'til I gotta take my girl to work." He replied, smiling at her.
Jameson frowned a little and said, "Oh… after you drop her off do you wanna give me a ride too?" Daryl rolled his eyes as she grinned. "What?"
"Shuddup." He said and added, "C'mere." Holding his hand out to her. Jameson walked over let him take her hand and pull her into his lap. "Jameson?" he said roughly, his hand pushing hair out of her eyes.
Raising an eyebrow in reply she said, "Yes."
"Would ya like to be my girl?" Daryl asked seriously but still cut his eyes away at the last second.
Jameson felt her breath catch and a warmth rise from her neck to her cheeks. She wanted to squirm on his lap but before she did that she had to somehow make her mouth say yes. After a staggering long second she stuttered out, "Y-yes."
Daryl didn't make fun of her nervous answer instead he framed her face with his hands and pulled her to his mouth. Kissing her slowly and deeply Jameson moaned into his mouth.
"Mine." Daryl said, his mouth moving along her neck. Jameson felt heat pool in her stomach, the single word making her wet. She felt his whiskers skating over her skin and his tongue darting out, tasting her neck. Jameson turned her head giving him full access and enjoyed his hands roaming over her. They stopped at her waist where he lifted her to her feet. Confused for a moment Jameson watched him stand and start to pull her towards the bedroom. As they were entering it there was a knock on her front door. Jameson stopped and walked towards it, her eyes wide.
'Who the fuck knows where I live,' she thought as she made a mental list.
Daryl followed closing and said, "Let me get it, just in case."
Daryl opened the door blocking Jameson from view and asked, "Yeah?" Jameson heard someone ask for her but couldn't place the voice.
"Hold on." Daryl said, closing the door before telling Jameson, "It's a guy named Abraham. Says he's friends with Johnnie."
Jameson furrowed her brow and then stepped around Daryl, opening the door again. The man was tall and muscular with shockingly red hair. Jameson squinted at him and asked, "I don't remember you, how do you know Johnnie?"
"Did time with him before his long haul. I owed him one and he gave me a call. Said you're havin' trouble with your pop. Wanted me to stay in town for a while. Keep an eye on the situation." Abraham said, his arms crossed looking over her shoulder at Daryl. Jameson could feel Daryl tensing behind her.
"I told Johnnie I was fine. My.. boyfriend is stayin' here. I'm sorry he had ya come all the way here." She said feeling pissed off at Johnnie for not letting her know.
"He didn't tell me ya had a boyfriend." Abraham replied, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe placing himself even closer to Jameson. Daryl grunted, placing a hand on Jameson's hip, his fingers squeezing slightly and backing her up a step into his chest. Jameson wasn't sure if it was a possessive gesture or a protective one but she liked it. "It's a new development. Look I'll give Johnnie a call let him know you came by and that you're off the hook for whatever favor his calling in. I'm fine."
"Well call him but I ain't leavin' town. I got a motel room. I won't be in your way, just gonna to be around waiting for Frank to fuck up. I'll handle it when it happens." He said standing back up and taking a step back. Jameson got the impression he had been testing Daryl when he had leaned closer, checking to see if he would protect her from a perceived threat.
"Ok well. Sorry to have you pulled into this but thanks for looking out for him." She said while holding the doorknob, her body itching to shut the door.
"Yes ma'am. No problem at all. Here's my number if ya need to get a hold of me." He said, handing Jameson a card with his number written on it. He nodded to Daryl and walked away.
Daryl pulled Jameson back into the apartment and shut the door, locking it."Ya gotta call your brother and make sure he knows that guy." He said sounding stressed out. "Don't like the way that fucker was lookin at ya."
"I will. He doesn't even know about last night. Wonder when he sent him."
"Don' know but I'm not into that guy watchin' you." he grumbled and sat down on the couch his plans of devouring her forgotten. Jameson sat down next to him and laid her head against his shoulder. "Sorry." She mumbled.
Daryl turned to look at her, "For wha'?"
"For being a mess? For havin' a fucked up life? Needing body guards like some weak woman? Take your pick." Jameson said, looking up at him. Daryl shook his head, "S'nothin. No sorrys needed." Jameson nodded and chewed her lip. "Ya wanna go for a ride? Take a trip til you gotta work tonight?" he asked, twirling a lock of her hair. Jameson smiled up at him and nodded. "Sounds great actually."
After changing they made their way down stairs and climbed onto Daryl's bike. He decided they would go up to their bench. It was a great spot to clear your head and it seemed that they both needed it. Taking the longer route they wove their way through the forest, following switchbacks and travelling over a bridge. Daryl pulled over to the small dirt clearing that led to the bench. Jameson climbed off and smiled at him. He felt his chest grow warm at the sight. Her pink lips and flushed cheeks making her glow. The curve in her lips was gently and shy. He followed her as they walked down the tiny dirt path to the overlook and when they arrived Jameson sat pressed into Daryl's side. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder he smelled her clean hair. Sitting there silently for a few minutes he felt her sigh deeply.
"Ya ok?" he asked, his voice gruff from not using it.
Jameson hummed and nodded, her hair tickling his nose. "I'm good. I'll be good."
Sitting there silently Daryl let his mind wander. It was amazing to him that two weeks ago he was just Merle's brother, a redneck asshole roaming with no ties and no future. Now he sat next to a pretty girl who actually seemed to enjoy her time with him, a job and a place to live. He didn't really have a plan for the future but what he did have was close enough that he knew he'd be in the little town for the foreseeable future.
"I'm going to see Johnnie next Wednesday. It's the first of the month, Lori lets me take it off to visit him…..Did you mean it? Last night.." Jameson asked turning her head up to look at Daryl but cutting her eyes away after she asked. Daryl squeezed her shoulder and said, " 'course. If ya don't mind me coming. Don' wanna distract ya from visiting. You only get one a month?"
"He can have two a month but I usually just go once. He uses the other one for friends or whatever…business partners." Jameson said with a wry smile. Daryl nodded. He didn't know that Johnnie was still an active party within the criminal world. It made sense though since Abraham showed up on her doorstep. Johnnie had to still have connections to be able to get her protection.
"I'm sure he'd like to meet you….He may pull the whole big brother thing but he's harmless unless you fuck with me." Jameson said smirking.
"Not fuckin with you…fuck you yes…but no I'm not gonna hurt ya." Daryl told her smirking. Jameson turned in her seat and rose to her knees straddling his lap. Daryl groaned when she slide against his groin. Kissing Jameson instantly he wove his hands into her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. Daryl nipped and kissed his way down to her collarbone, licking the divot by her neck. Jameson squirmed on his lap, rolling her hips and gripping his shoulders. Lowering her head Jameson grabbed Daryl's chin and pulled his mouth to hers.
"Wanna kiss you," she murmured against his lips before sucking the bottom one into her mouth. Daryl grunted when she bite it and then tongued the sting.
"Fuckin' like kissin you." he moaned as he pulled away for air. Jameson hummed and twirled her fingers in the hair by the back of his neck. Daryl's hands rested on her hips, his thumbs massaging in lazy circles. They kissed for a few more minutes, tasting each other and exploring. Daryl pulled her closer; their chests pressed against each other and placed one large hand on the middle of her back. It started to drizzle rain but they didn't stop until it began to fall harder.
"Gotta go darlin'. Don' wanna ride in heavy rain with ya on the bike." He said, slowing his kisses to pecks. Jameson nodded and climbed off his lap. They strolled back to his bike and rode back to her place. Daryl noticed an old pickup truck parked on the street and saw a flash of red hair in the drivers seat. He made note of the make and model so he could look for it later figuring it was Abraham.
Jameson sat at the kitchen table waiting on the line to talk to Johnnie. Daryl was sitting in the living room cleaning Lucille for her. He had insisted on cleaning it thoroughly for her just in case she needed it. Jameson told him it was cleaned the last time it was shot but Daryl apparently wanted to keep his hands busy while she talked to her brother.
"Jamesie?" Johnnie asked in a rushed voice.
"Ya it's me Johnnie."
"What's wrong?" he asked sounding nervous.
"Nothing. I just I had a visitor this morning, an Abraham. I wanted to make sure you sent him." She explained, twirling her lighter on the tabletop.
"Yeah I called in a favor. He won't bother you, I just want him to keep an eye on Frank." Johnnie explained sounding less stressed.
"Ok is he…well trustworthy. He was slightly intimidating." She said with a chuckle. Jameson saw Daryl scoff in the background apparently not thinking he was that scary. Jameson rolled her eyes at him.
"Of course James. I wouldn't send someone I didn't trust. Abraham is ex military, has experience with surveillance and will protect ya. I did some favors for him so he's workin' off the debt. So don't worry ok lil sis." He explained then added, "Are you still seeing that guy? You need to let Abraham know that he's a friendly." He chuckled. "Don't want him roughin' up your man."
"Yeah they met when he stopped by. Look Johnnie, Frank was waiting outside my work last night…Daryl was there with me. Frank…. knows about the accident." Jameson told him hesitantly.
"Fuckin' asshole. Did he touch ya?" he growled followed by the sound of him punching something. The guard in the back yelled at him to calm down.
"Johnnie stop. Yer gonna get your privileges taken and I wanna fuckin' visit you." she snapped.
"Fine. Just did he hurt ya?" he said quieter but with just as much intensity.
"No. He threw a bottle and talked shit but didn't get near me. Daryl took care of him. But he knows…" She said while flicking her lighter on and off.
"Don't matter. What's done is done." He said flippantly but asked, "What did he say?"
"Just said I was a curse. That I sent him and you away, blamed me for it, which FYI it is my fault." Jameson said ending in a mumble. Daryl was glaring at her but she averted her eyes away.
"Jamesie. Stop. Nothin's your fault. I am here because of the choices I made. You are where you should be. I want ya living life not put away for shit that wasn't your fault." he explained.
"It was my fault. I fuckin'…." she started but Johnnie interrupted her, "Stop!" he snapped. Jameson closed her mouth and looked down at the tabletop, her eyes blurry.
"Stop." He said quieter, "Jameson. I love you. You gotta know that everything I did was my choice. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nothing good will come of you bein' in here but me being in here…. something good came of it because it let you be out there. Okay. I want you to stop thinking the way your thinkin'. Okay sweetheart?"
Jameson nodded and swallowed hard. "Okay." She said with a sniffle.
"Don't cry Jamesie. Ya know I hate it when ya cry." He told her his voice strained. Jameson cleared her throat and told him, "I'm ok. Sorry."
"Nothin' to be sorry for." he replied coughing to cover the crack in his voice.
"Ok. Well I'm coming to visit on Wednesday … Daryl's gonna come with probably, if that's ok." She said glancing over at Daryl, he nodded and smiled at her.
"Sounds good I wanna meet the guy seein' my baby sis." Johnnie said, "Gotta let him know he's in deep shit if he fucks up."
"Johnnie you're gonna be nice." She scolded but wasn't actually worried that he would do anything.
"Pffft. I'm always nice." He said with a laugh.
"If you were always nice you wouldn't end up in the SHU all the time." She responded with a smirk.
"Hey I'm nice until I gotta be mean. Ya know that." He said with humor in his voice. The operator chimed in the ten-second mark.
"I love you Jamesie. Can't wait to see ya." Her brother said quietly.
"Me too Johnnie. I love you. See you soon and be safe." She told him. Jameson heard him laugh but the call ended before he could respond. Jameson sighed while hanging up the phone.
"I really fucking hate how they countdown the time at the end like the phone's gonna self destruct. Can barely say goodbye." Jameson grumbled setting her phone down. Daryl nodded and said, "Yeah can imagine it'd be annoyin'. So what he'd say about Red?"
Jameson smiled and said, "He told me that anyone he sends to watch over me are completely trustworthy. Guess he's ex military which explains his flat top I suppose. He owes Johnnie and is working of a debt or something." Daryl nodded and then asked, "What'd he say about me comin' with ya?"
"He said that he wanted to meet the guy I'm seeing." She told him and then added, "And probably threaten you with death if you hurt me."
Daryl laughed and shook his head. "Don' have to worry about that but I understand it."
Jameson sat there thinking about what he told her. She knew that blaming herself for it wasn't healthy and she knew it wouldn't change anything. However it still gave Jameson sharp pain in her chest when she thought about Johnnie being in a cage for the rest of his life. It wasn't fair and even though he wasn't one to abide the law she didn't feel he deserved to be locked away for life.
"Ya ok?" Daryl's voice broke through her warring thoughts. Jameson cleared her throat and looked up seeing his concerned face. "Yeah just always hard." She said looking away still feeling the prickly sensation in her eyes. Daryl didn't say anything else but patted the couch next to him. Jameson walked over and sat down, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"M'sorry." He said gruffly, his hand rubbing her back. Jameson shrugged, "It's fine."
"Nah it ain't." Daryl responded and kissed her head. "Lucille's good to go. She was fine I just wanted to make sure you're safe."
Jameson smiled and turned her head upwards. "Feel safe with you." she said with pink cheeks. "Good. Want ya to." Daryl told her, his lips curved up slightly. He leaned down and kissed her nose. "You should get ready for work. I wanna buy you a burger before work."
"Oh yeah?" she said smirking. "Sure it's not you who wants a burger and you're just dragging me along?"
"Pffft. Never. I hate burgers. I just know ya like 'em and I'm such a great boyfriend that I want to get ya want ya like." He said trying to hide his smile.
"Riiiiight. That almost sounded convincing except the part where you said you hate burgers. You're a redneck. Burgers are part of your dietary pyramid along with deer, whiskey, beer, pickled pigs feet and what else oh pork rinds." She joked while poking him in the ribs.
Daryl grunted and grabbed her hand. "No ticklin'" he growled which caused Jameson to smile widely.
"Is Daryl Dixon ticklish?" she asked teasingly. Daryl scoffed and grabbed waist, pulling her onto his lap, straddling him.
"Nope. I'd bet my bow on the fact that ya are, though." He said menacingly, his eyes raking over her body. Jameson felt her anxiety flare, "Don't you dare Dixon." She tried to squirm away but he kept her in place and smirked at her struggling.
"Not going anywhere I don't want ya too darlin'. Now…. should I start at your ribs?" Daryl asked, his fingers curling slightly against her sides. Jameson squeaked and tried to pull away. Daryl smiled widely again and said, "I think that's a yes."
Jameson shook her head, "Don't." He curled his fingers harder making her laugh loudly and squirm.
"Stahhhhhp... Daryl... Please" She gasped out between shrieking giggles. Daryl stopped and pulled her close to his chest, his hands rubbing her sides, soothing her. Jameson gasped for air and looked at him, seeing a smirk. His eyes were dark with lust but also amused.
"Like ya laughin'" he said roughly, pulling her face to his. He sucked on her lips, tracing his tongue along the curve of her top lip. Jameson thrust her hips forward, grinding against his hard on. Daryl growled and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Fuck girl. So hot." He mumbled, his lips gently skimming across her jaw to her ear. "Don't have time now darlin'. Later though I'm gonna make ya mine."
"I am yours already Dixon." She said while kissing him lightly and smiling. He growled and thrust upwards against her. "If ya keep sayin stuff like that we ain't gettin' food before work." Jameson laughed and slid off his lap. "Well I am hungry so let's go."
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