The Walking Dead {Daryl Dixon}

S2Ch7 "Memories of the Past"

2001

Merle pulls up at a high school. I look over at him getting' out of the car and heading to the soccer field.

"Man, ye're full of shit! Ye told me we were going' to a real game. Not some pathetic high school shit". I slam the door closed walking after him.

"Relax, baby brotha. Just checking on the girls".

I scoff at him in disgust, "What?!"

"It's a girl's match, Darlyna" he explains, "Who knows, maybe if ye play nice, they'll let ye play too" he laughs.

I grab him by the shoulder and make him turn to face me, "I ain't stalking' on some underage girls, Merle. That's sick, Bro!"

He pushes my hand away and yells back, "Well I ain't leavin' 'till short pants blows the whistle to call it over!" He storms off to the bleachers.

I groan and kick a can on the floor and follow after him.

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Merle whistles when the girls come running into the field. One of the girls looks behind in search of the idiot whistling. I nudge his arm to get him to stop. He glares at me but doesn't whistles again. At the other side of the field the girls from both teams are stretching and bending themselves in ways that, if I tried it, I would most likely pull a muscle.

Merle nudges my shoulder, "Look at that one". He points to a girl with the number 19 on her back. 'Rivas'. "She a real beauty ain't she? And quite a stretcher, look at her go all the way down. Mmm, mama!", he chuckles.

I shake my head, disgusted with him getting off on these poor girls. Just when I think he can't be more of a pig, he surprises me.

The game starts and Merle seems to be actually paying attention to it. Number 19 is playing as defense. Apparently, she's the one calling the shots in her team. Every now and then she's scolding some of her teammates or advising them and showing them support with a pat on their back, ruffling their hair or even with a smack on their ass.

"Look at her run! Faster than a godamned gazelle ain't she lil' brotha. The fucking Flash she is", he says with a laugh.

He's right. After getting the ball from the opponent team who was going for her net, she quickly blocked the other girl when she tried to score a goal earning her a loud and seemingly hurtful smack as the ball hit against her back, then, as if nothing had happened, she ran off to retrieve it and was now being chased by two girls from the opposing team. The girl is running along the line with the ball, one wrong step and it's out and the other team owns it.

She kicks the ball to the other side of the field to a girl from her team that had the clear. Her black ponytail swings to the side as she runs to the net and kicks it, scoring a goal.

"Yes!" Merle cheers excitedly.

'The hell's wrong with 'im?'

By the second half of the game, everyone was attacking 19. She was fast, strong, and pretty damn stubborn. An annoying combination for the other team. She and number 10 (from the other team) had been at each other throats for a while now. Ten was pushing and kicking her over and Nineteen didn't hold back on reciprocating the action. Each time they came at each other with more force than before.

Nineteen was blocking Ten from getting a shot to score a goal until 10 knocked her on her ass. Another girl (from 19's team) with short black hair came rushing for her captain. Nineteen was quick to get on her feet and run to 10 and pushed her to the ground harshly. She seemed to have had enough of her and pushed her down too.