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Chapter 2.

January 18

Daryl's POV

Daryl had just got in from work, all he wanted to do tonight was to crash out on his bed, but it looked like Merle had other ideas. Daryl loved his brother but sometimes Merle did piss him off. Just because Merle had spent his day doing nothing apart from lying around the house.

"oh come brother, when was the last time you went out." Merle asked him.

"I don't wanna go out Merle" Daryl growled as he sat down on the sofa "Can't you go by yourself?"

"Ya done enough moping around here, it's all you ever done, I'm draggin your outta this goddamn house." Merle said.

Daryl moved to stand up "Ya can try…" he growled."

But Merle pushed his brother hard in the chest, forcing him to sit back down. "Best hear me out boy; now we're getting outta this house…"

Daryl was trying to control his anger as he sat on the sofa and glared up at his brother.

"I ain't letting ya spend your night in front of the tv, like always. How bout ya go on upstairs, wash up and grab a couple of rubbers from under the sink. Get you're ass back down here so we can leave."

Daryl was not amused.

"What?" Merle asked. "ya got wax in your ears? Move." He kicked at his brother's leg.

Daryl's blue eyes were narrowed to mean slits as he studied his brother. He knew he wasn't strong enough to take Merle on. No matter how much of a fight Daryl put up… Merle would get his way. "That your answer to everything? Piece of tail gonna solve all your problems?" Daryl snapped as he stood up.

Merle chucked. "It'll solve half of em…'n some good booze will solve the rest the rest, maybe you should give it try, now move."

Daryl's fists were clenched at his sides as he walked past his brother and headed for the stairs. He didn't feel like going out. But he realized a long time ago that there wasn't much use in fighting with his brother…not when Merle had his mind made up. So, he grudgingly climbed the steps, his feet dragging the whole way.

When he reached the top of stairs, Daryl turned right, heading towards the bathroom. He pulled open the door to the master bathroom and locked it behind him. Merle had a bad habit of yanking the door open when Daryl was in the shower…and snatching his clothes…the younger Dixon shook his head, marveling at his brother's immaturity. "asshole…" He mutted under his breath.

Now that he was completely alone, Daryl slowly pulled the faded wife-beater off, mussing his hair. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, looking over his shoulder and studying the scars on his back. He hated the raised flesh... the stripes he would never get rid of…he'd had them since he could remember, and they never got easier to look at. His brother had them too; Merle's were even worse. Merle had spent years trying to convince Daryl that the scars weren't anything to feel be ashamed of. But Daryl still felt hopelessly flawed. He continued to stare at his reflection and tried to remind himself that he wasn't any less of a man…less of a person. Sighing he turned away the man in mirror and worked on getting the rest of his clothes off and stepping under the shower.

Daryl was pouting. Just because he'd let Merle drag him out of the house, it didn't mean he had to be happy about it. Daryl signed leaning his head against the glass of the passenger's side window.

Merle glanced at him occasionally and frowned. "Boy, will ya buck up? For Christ's sake… getting you're sorry ass outta the house…I swear it's like pullin goddamn teeth." Merle smacked the steering wheel for emphasis.

Daryl huffed. "Just don't see the point in goin' out. I don't need a bar to get lit. we got booze at home."

Merle grumbled something under his breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter. "You're missin' the point.."

"I must be…" Growled Daryl.

"Ya can't just go spendin' your time holed up in that house. Ya need interaction with other goddamn people. That's all this." Said Merle, his eyes trained on the road.

Daryl snorted. " right. People."

Merle frowned. "what?"

"Quit actin' like ya give a shit about meetin' people…you're just lookin' for some tail." Daryl growled softly as he stared out the window.

Merle shrugged. "Ain't nothin' wrong with that. Nice piece of ass would do ya a world of good. Make ya quit bitchin' at least."

Daryl turned, glaring at his brother.

"So what if I'm lookin' for a little action? If I happen to meet some interesting' folks along the way… it's a win win. Get the stick outta your ass and quit judgin' me boy." Said Merle.

Daryl had another argument burning on his tongue but he didn't get a chance to use it. Merle was pulling the truck into a cramped parking lot and Daryl glanced at the name on the building "Dixie's." He mumbled to himself, trying to remember if he'd been there before. "Why'd ya bring me way the hell out here?" Daryl asked.

Merle smirked as he pulled into the a parking space and let the engine die. "Because they got the best booze."

Daryl run a hand though his hair and signed. "That all?"

Merle chuckled, pushing his door open. "Well there's that…n' then there's the fact that every time I been here I done walked out with a sweet little thing on my arm. Swear to god ya can't miss the tail they got in there." He hopped down from the truck and gestured towards the building.

Daryl rolled his eyes as he mimicked his brother's action's, hopping down from the cab, his boots hitting the gravel. He slammed the door shut and found himself face to face with Merle.

"Ya bring them rubbers I asked for?"Merle asked.

Daryl signed again and slipped his hand into his back pocket. He pulled out the condoms tossing them to his brother. "Here. go on."

Merle brought out his wallet and tucked the condoms inside.

"Ya seem awful sure of yourself." Said Daryl, his hands in his pockets.

Merle was still chucking as he closed his wallet. "It's like shootin' fish in a barrel…I'm telln' ya. Ya gonna sorry ya didn't bring more."

Daryl turned his head to spit. "Doubt it. I ain'y lookin' to drag home some skank that's so shit-faced, the bitch can't even remember her name."

Merle shook his head laughing, creases forming at the corners of his eyes. "Boy…your ass is worse than I thought. Lord..." He paused to wipe at his eyes. "Do me a favor now." He leaned into his brother's space and placed a broad hand on Daryl's shoulder. "Relax. Alright? I ain't askin' for much. Just go on in there, get you some strong drinks, and see if ya can get that stick outta your ass."

Daryl bristled but didn't argue. He blew out a warm breath, releasing some of the anger that was trapped inside him. "Fine." He said, his shoulders slumping a little.

Merle grinned. "Well alright then baby brother. Let's go on 'n see what they got on tap tonight." With that Merle turned away and started heading towards the building.

Daryl followed his brother, feeling a little like a stray dog. As apprehensive as he was about this whole thing, he realized that he didn't have anywhere else to go.