Wicked Games (Pre-Apocalypse Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 3: Dinner

Madison was walking around the street with a newspaper in her hand searching for jobs. She tried the diner and a gas station in town, but none met her financial needs. Turning the page she saw a headline.

Mechanic Intern
Saturday & Sunday
8 a.m. - 4 p.m.
15$ an hour
Call William
555 - ****

Madison quickly pulled out her phone and dialed the number. William answered and set her up for an interview at 4:30. Madison was thrilled that she could finally have some stability in her life.

Making her way to the towns auto shop she thought of Daryl and how he worked as a mechanic on weekends. Opening the doors, the smell of oil and fuel filled her nostrils. Walking to the front desk it was empty, probably because they needed someone, particularly her, to fill that spot.

"Hello?" She called walking around the shop. She could see a few men in the shop working on car.

"Madison, I assume?" She turned and seen an older man, probably late fifties, early sixties. He had snow white hair and a beard to match that went to his chest. "I'm William Smith, owner of the shop." He shook her hand politely, "I'm Madison." She gave her best smile and followed him to his office.

"All that is required is computer skills, a little organization and I want commitment. Don't half ass things and fuck around." She was taken back by his use of language, but showed him no signs of it. "I can do all that." William smiled, "great! You start Saturday."

Madison walked home with a smile on her face. She got herself a job, a weekend one, but still a job. She got to her apartment and realized she had no food whatsoever, and since she had a job now, funds wouldn't be so tight. So, she could go grocery shopping.

She had to walk since she lacked of a car, and the clouds looked as if it was going to rain soon. She scurried herself down the street and into the small market. Grabbing a shopping cart, she went to the first isle.

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Daryl had a long day at work and wanted nothing more than to get a bite to eat and hit the hay. He hasn't gotten as much sleep as he liked to in the past couple days because his mind has been filled with Madison. He wanted to see her again. But, he didn't want to seem to pushy and fuck things up again. She was a sweet girl and he couldn't risk losing her all because he was a asshole to her.

He didn't have much food to eat at his house and he wasn't in the mood for fast food. Grocery shopping was his only option. He pulled into the market and felt the rain start to fall. He ran inside and shook his head of the water. He grabbed a cart and went down the isles looking for something easy to cook. He went to get a simple pasta side and seen that perfect little angle he's been thinking about stood at the end of the isle, scanning the shelves.

Very quietly he pushed his cart towards her. She was struggling to reach the top shelf and jumped when Daryl's hand interfered with her vision.

"Hey," she smiled then looked down at her feet. Daryl tipped her chin up, "what? Can't look at me?" He was only joking and she seemed to get it. Laughing, she shook her head. "I was just... Yeah." Daryl nodded and smirked at her blushing. He reached up and grabbed the pasta side. After looking at it he handed it over to her. "Thanks. Even with these I can't reach." She kicked her leg back and a red heal caught his eye.

He wouldn't mind her leaving those on while he fucked her against a table, the heals digging into his back as she was tightly wrapped around him. He tore his eyes from her heal and did a quick look at her. The dark blue dress contrasted very nicely with her shoes. Her hair was straightened and fell behind her, almost reaching her waist. Her hazel eyes were looking up at him. She had a mix of blue and green, a sea color and he loved it. Her small naturally tinted lips were so fragile and small. Daryl couldn't control himself around her, so he started asking questions.