Wicked Games (Pre-Apocalypse Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 2: Leave Me Alone Daryl Dixon

*Just a few photos of what her body looks like.*

Daryl spent days carrying around his phone waiting for the right time to call. He didn't want to pester Madison and seem like a creep. She was pretty cool to hang out with, and he wanted to meet up with her again.

Madison had thought about Daryl since she last saw him. He's the first guy to actually give her attention. She waited on him to call, but he never did. After a few days, she finally gave up. She didn't want to be played with. If he called she would take the dress and forget all about him.

Heading to Jenny's, the towns clothing store, Madison walked across the street and past the construction site. She remembered that Daryl worked construction and wondered if he was on site.

Over the loud noise of Bobcats and jackhammers, Daryl heard Tim call his name. He looked up and Tim waved him over. "Yeah man?" Daryl took his shirt and wiped his face of the sweat. "Ain't that the girl ye' were lookin' at two weeks ago?" He pointed down the hill to a girl in a light pink dress. No doubt it was Madison. "Shit! It is. Hold up, I'll be back." He said and ran down the dirt road to meet her.

Madison walked into Jenny's and smiled at all the clothing. She went to the dresses and started skimming. She found a bright red one and tried it on. In the changing room she breaks down. Her arms are too big and she hates the way it hugs her waist. Taking it off and trying to not stain the dress with her mascara, she put her other dress on. She goes to put the dress back on the rack and the door rings. Ignoring whoever walks in, she wipes her face of a few more tears. "Mad-Madison..." Turning around she sees Daryl with his hands on his knees. This makes her want to cry more; seeing him. "I ran... to catch up... with you." She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, ready to tell him she was interested. "I have yer' dress in my truck." He said after catching his breath. Madison nodded and held eye contact with him for a split second. "Have ye' been cryin'?" He said stepping closer. "I gotta go." She murmurs and runs out of the store. Daryl quickly follows after her. She walks across the street quickly and when she reaches the side walk Daryl is in front of her, gently touching her elbow. "Hey... talk to me." He whispered. Trying to keep herself together she shakes her head 'no', and says quietly, "I don't want to."

Daryl knows he's done something wrong. Just like Merle used to tell him, 'yer a fuck up.'. Some things never leave your mind. "Can I go now?" Her voice is shaky and Daryl is upset that he made her scared. He lets go of her arm and rubbed his eyes. "Madison what's wrong?" He asks sweetly. She stomps her foot and cries, "you didn't call." She pushes past him and Daryl pulls her back. "I was gonna', but I didn't wanna' annoy ya'." He admits. She tugs out of his grip, not believing him. "If you didn't wanna talk anymore you could've said so, you don't have to lie." Daryl can barley look at her with wanting to cry too. Her hazel eyes spilling out tears like a sprinkler. "I'm not lyin' doll, I promise. Jus' please, stop cryin'." He cupped her face and used his thumb to rid her face of tears. "Just leave me alone Daryl Dixon." She whispers and walks off down the street to her shitty apartment.

When she's out of sight Daryl kicks the building. "Fuck!" He screams and starts walking back to work. On his way back he thinks of a plan. He could go to her apartment later, that's if he could find it. And he could talk to her. Bring her some flowers and candy. Girls like that shit, right?

He walks over to Tim who's shaking his head and smoking a cigarette. "Dixon's got himself-" "shut the fuck up!" Daryl yells to Tim. The rest of the day was like treading on ice for Daryl's co-workers. They knew how he had a temper and if you pissed him off, you better not be in his way. After work, Daryl told Tim to get a ride home with somebody else because he had shit to do.

Daryl went to the only person in town who would know where Madison lived, Dale Horvath. He owned a lot of places in town and would surely help him out.