Thank you again for all the kind words! I am so flippin' happy people are enjoying my random babblings. I am definitely using these stories to tide me over for the return of TWd. It is tooooo far away. Any hoo. Thanks again and ENJOY!
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The rain had let up so they rode into town on Daryl's bike. Daryl was watching his mirrors and saw that the truck did follow them to the diner. He saw that it was in fact Abraham. Part of him was relieved to have another set of eyes on Jameson but the alpha male part of him wanted to mark his territory. Her arms were wrapped snuggly around his waist and he could feel her cheek resting in between his shoulders. Daryl had never been so comfortable with someone. Not even Merle could touch him without Daryl flinching. Jameson didn't feel like a separate person, more like a part of him. He wanted to roll his eyes at how cheesy he felt thinking things like that but it was the truth. When he asked Jameson to be his girl that morning he went from physically ill with worry to unadulterated happiness within seconds. He thought his heart might explode while she paused before answering. The question had just poured out of his mouth without thought of the possibility she'd say no. He was both relieved and elated when she said yes.
They parked and he helped her off the bike. Daryl told her to stay at the bike for a moment while he checked the restaurant. After he checked for Frank he held the door open for her to enter. Sitting in the corner booth Daryl watched Jameson fidget. He was beginning to realize Jameson might deal with more anxiety than she admitted. Daryl decided to ask Jameson if it was always an issue or if it was her father's return to the outside world that had her stressed out.
"Hey guys." Carol said with a smile. "Nice to see you two together again."
Jameson blushed hard and Daryl hid his smirked.
"Hi Carol," she said quietly as she chewed on her lower lip. Carol laughed lightly and asked, "What can I get ya guys?"
"Two cheese burgers, fries and…." Daryl trailed off letting Jameson answer for her drink. "Chocolate milk shake." Jameson said. Daryl smiled and said "Two chocolate milkshakes." Carol smirked and said, "Such a gentlemen. How come ya haven't taught your brother any of that?"
Daryl grunted and shook his head. "Won't listen. He did say to tell you hi."
Carol smiled widely. "Well. That's somethin' ain't it."
Jameson smirked and watched the woman go to the kitchen. Daryl leaned on the table with his elbows and said, "If only Merle could keep himself straight, She'd be good for 'im."
Jameson smiled and nodded. "Stubborn bastard." Daryl smirked at her spot on assessment.
Daryl dropped Jameson off at the bar and left to run a few errands. Jameson walked in and locked up her belongings and moved behind the bar.
"Hey Jameson," Bob said with a grin. "How ya been?"
"Good. You feelin' better?" she asked, tying an apron on.
"Yeah much. Had a nasty flu. Sasha came over and made me soup though." He said wiggling his eyebrows. Jameson rolled her eyes but smiled. Bob got her up to speed on the customers needs and headed out for the evening. Shane finally showed up to his shift and stationed himself at the door to check IDs and watch the bar for troublemakers. Jameson was chatting with guy who could only be described as a hipster with his Rayban glasses and plaid vest. He was asking her about her ink and the artist who did it. Jameson saw Daryl walk in and smiled at him. Jameson wrote down the artist's name for guy and then made her way over to Daryl.
"Hey there." She said with a smirk. Daryl was looking at her oddly and it made her pause for a moment.
"Whats wrong?" she asked.
"Nothin'" he said flatly and looked away.
"Okay….. whaddya want to drink?" she asked quietly feeling unsure with his attitude change from earlier in the day. Jameson wasn't used to dealing with relationships and was now replaying the day to figure out what she did wrong.
Daryl didn't respond for what seemed like hours to Jameson before he said, "Whiskey."
Jameson nodded and went back to the liquor wall to make his drink. After setting it down she had to serve a few more customers and fill orders for the waitresses. The whole time she felt Daryl's burning gaze on her and she couldn't place why he was mad.
'Told ya. He's gonna be long gone soon.' She thought to herself, scowling.
Jameson finally made it back to his side of the bar and approached him carefully. "You doin ok?" she asked fidgeting with the bar cloth in her apron.
"Yeah." He grunted but looked away.
"Daryl…." She started before a waitress called her over with an order. Sighing she walked away feeling worse than before. Being with Daryl had always felt so easy and natural, now it felt like she was dealing with a stranger. It made her feel uncomfortable and awkward. The night was busy and every time she checked on Daryl he grunted his answers or just nodded. It was a difficult shift to get through but Jameson dreaded what was going to happen when it was finally over. Counting down the minutes felt like she was just getting closer to heartbreak.
Daryl had watched her smiling and chatting with the guy at the end of the counter. He could tell it was her genuine smile, not her fake customer service smile. It made his blood boil almost instantly. When he saw her writing something down and hand it to the damn nerd he thought about punching the guys face in. He couldn't believe she tried to just talk to him like nothing happened. That she didn't just flirt with some stupid idiot in front of him. As the night ticked by Daryl thought about what he wanted to tell her and debated if he should just leave. If he left first she wouldn't be able to leave him but Daryl couldn't find the strength to just walk away.
Daryl watched her lock the door and fidget for a moment before approaching him.
"What's wrong Daryl?" she asked and he scoffed, shaking his head.
"Like ya don't know." He said with a mirthless laugh.
Jameson looked at him for a minute and asked, "I don't. What happened from this afternoon to now?"
Daryl squinted at her and stood up walking towards her. "So ya gonna deny what ya did?"
"What the fuck are you talking about Dixon? Jesus. Just spit it out already." She snapped, her hands on hips.
"Pffft. Ya flirted with that fuckin' hipster shithead 'n gave him something, prob'ly your number. Am I 'sposed to be all right with that?" he growled raking his hand through his hair angrily.
Jameson stood there with wide eyes looking at him like he was insane. Then she started laughing which infuriated Daryl more. "What're ya laughin at?" he shouted at, "Ain't funny."
"Jesus Daryl. How about you trust me? The guy asked me who did my tattoos. Christ you thought I'd give my number to some guy?" she said incredulously. "I know we just started seein' each other but you gotta know me better than that."
Daryl stopped fuming and realized he was a huge jackass. He walked towards her and sighed. "Fuck." He groaned. Jameson rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah 'fuck' is right. As in fuck you for thinking I am some kinda cheating whore." She said turning and walking behind the bar to start her closing duties. Daryl stood there watching her work and shook his head. "I…. shit Jameson. I don't know what I was thinkin'"
"No shit. You gotta trust me better than that. I'm not like that and I am pretty sure I've made it clear how I feel about you. I mean I haven't said it out loud but shit I fuckin care about you, you jackass." She ranted while washing glasses and setting them out to dry. Daryl walked behind the bar and grabbed her elbow, turning her to face him. "C'mere." He said quietly cupping her face. "M'sorry. I was a fuckin idiot. No more than that, I was a asshole and m'sorry okay?"
"I got enough to worry about right now Daryl. I can't have you freaking out on me. I need you…" she sighed without completing her thought and tried to turn away. Daryl stopped her and turned her face to look at him. Seeing her watery eyes his chest ached. "Shit darlin' I don't know what came over me. Maybe cuz I asked you to be my girl this mornin'. I… I've never had a girl and then I saw you smiling at the guy and it wasn't your fake smile and it pissed me off somethin' fierce. Just… don't say its over okay?"
Jameson sighed and wiped her eyes while looking at the floor and then back up at him. "I need you to trust me Daryl. I would never do that. You gotta know that I have to talk to guys here. I get paid to schmooze these idiots so they buy more booze." Daryl nodded and let out a shaky breath feeling jittery from the thought that they might be over before they even got started.
"Are we ok?" he asked quietly as if saying it to loudly would make her change her mind about him.
"Yes but please don't do that again. If you have a problem just say it, don't assume shit and take it out on me without letting me know what the fuck is going on." She said while grabbing his shirt. "Now fuckin kiss me because it's all I wanted to do before you got here and became an asshole."
Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist and bent down, kissing her softly but Jameson seemed to want more. She grabbed his hair and deepened the kiss making him groan. He pushed her against the bar and fisted her hair, devouring her mouth while grinding into her. Despite it being a misunderstanding the idea of her with some other guy made him need to claim her.
Reaching down he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Daryl walked into the office and sat down on the small sofa with Jameson straddling him. They made out desperately, hands grabbing and mouths licking. Daryl bit her shoulder, small purple marks appearing almost instantly. Jameson dug her nails into his chest through his flannel.
"M'sorry darlin'. I'm a jealous prick." He whispered against her neck, leaving open mouth kisses all her pale skin, tonguing the small marks he'd left.
"Obviously," she moaned rolling her hips in his lap causing him to growl. "You owe me big time for being such a jerk." Jameson told him.
"What do ya want?" he asked sitting up to look at her. Jameson hummed and pulled his hair slightly. "Don't know yet but its gonna be big."
Daryl smirked and squeezed her hips, thrust up against her. "How 'bout I make ya cum?"
"Pffft you'd do that anyways." She said amused.
Daryl laughed and smirked. "Got me."
Jameson nodded and said, "Lets get this shit done I gotta work early." Daryl sighed, feeling the loss of warmth as soon as she stood.
Jameson started counting the cash, while Daryl helped her with the bar tables. He wanted to kick himself in the balls for the way he treated her all night. Daryl had no idea why he felt so threated by the idiot in the plaid vest. Now that Daryl looked back at the situation he realized he was just seeing things. He vowed he'd work on his jealously issues so he wouldn't lose the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Jameson couldn't believe Daryl thought she would do that to him. It made her want to laugh but also punch him in the nuts. It baffled her that he was jealous of the scrawny hipster, liked she would go for that while she had Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome waiting for her. Rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness of it. She was wracking her brain on how to make him pay for his stupid stunt but was drawing a blank. Jameson decided she would hold onto that debt until she figured out the appropriate punishment.
They pulled up to her apartment and she climbed off his bike. "You should go home and get a full night sleep." She told him. Watching his face fall she added, "Its not because of what happened. It just you need real sleep before work and I have my car. I promise that's the only reason."
"What if I stay and not drive you? I can lock up before I leave…" he suggested.
"You haven't even stayed at you new place yet Daryl." She reasoned.
"So. I aint payin for it. I…. just want to stay with ya." He said cutting his eyes, looking embarrassed for asking.
Jameson chewed her lip and watched him bit his thumb. "Ok. Come on." Daryl lips curled up and he climbed off his bike. Jameson couldn't help my smile back at him.
Once upstairs they went to bed instantly. They both were exhausted and had to be up early. Stripped down to their underwear they cuddled up in the middle of the bed. Daryl wrapped his arms around her while she nuzzled into his chest. Humming at the warm permeating against her cheek she kiss Daryl's tanned skin.
"Warm." She mumbled, kissing his chest. Daryl squeezed her harder and tucked his nose into her hair. "Thanks for lettin' me stay." He whispered, feeling her smile against his skin. "You can stay whenever you want. I like you here." She said sleepily. Daryl squeezed her again and breathed in deeply, sighing at the feeling of contentment. It was a foreign sensation. He had never felt so…. at home. The thought of being in bed with her every night, holding her as he was, made warmth radiate in his chest. The feeling was even a bit overwhelming and if it were anyone else draped over him he might run from it. However it was Jameson, an amazing woman who actually enjoyed being with him. Daryl knew he'd never run from her, that he wouldn't ever be able to let her go.
Sorry for the shorter chapter. Its been a tough week. Hope you are still enjoying this story and my others "Backroads" and "Ride with me."