daryl meets a pretty waitress in colorado. it was only meant to be a one night stand, but he keeps coming back to her.
pre-apocalypse and then takes place over seasons 1-4
daryl dixon x oc
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A small town in Colorado, 2008
above is how I imagine Daryl during this
warnings: swearing, drinking, very light SH, vague/implied smut
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It was weird, really. Daryl had never gotten around like his brother had. Merle hardly cared what the girls looked like - if any of them were even remotely pretty, Merle was going for it. Very few times had a woman actually caught Daryl's attention for longer than a few seconds. And even still, he certainly wasn't known to make the first move. Until he ended up in Colorado.
The Dixon brothers were certainly a long ways from home, but a moving company offered a good amount of money to move a bunch of families into a recently built neighborhood. Merle had certainly liked the state once they arrived.
"Shit, brother, maybe we can find s'more work 'round here. Stay a while." Merle grinned as they sat at the booth.
The dive bar was similar to all the others ones the brothers had been to across the country. It was dimly lit and smoky, even with the presence of a "no smoking" sign hung on the wall behind the bar. It wasn't terribly busy on the random summer day, but there were a few patrons scattered at the mismatched tables and booths. There was a wide array of music and movie posters spanning the last sixty years of media, almost none of which Daryl recognized, save for the usual classic rock he hears almost daily.
Merle was still talking and Daryl was hardly listening, just nodding absentmindedly as he looked down at the scratched wooden table in front of him. Colorado was alright. It was different from Georgia, without a doubt.
"Good evening, gentlemen. My name's Ivy, I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?" A sweet voice interrupted Daryl's thoughts, and he looked up to make direct eye contact with the owner of said voice.
The waitress, Ivy, stood there looking at Daryl with big green eyes. Her hair was long and a bright blonde, tied back into a braid. She wore bellbottom jeans and a tied long sleeve t-shirt with psychedelic patterns. She looked at Daryl with a polite smile. And for the first time in his life, Daryl was totally smitten.
"Uh...I'll have a, uh..." Jesus, and he was even stuttering? This had definitely never happened before. Ivy didn't seem to mind, though, as she kept her smile trained on her face and a patient look in her eyes.
Merle grinned even wider, "Pardon m'baby brother, sweetheart, he ain't too good with pretty girls. We'll take two pints of whatever's cheap." Daryl wanted to strangle him for saying stupid shit, but she didn't even flinch.
Ivy smiled and laughed politely, shooting a kind look at Daryl, "That's no problem, I'll get that right out for you."
Daryl groaned as Merle nudged him teasingly, "What, you too distracted by a pair of tits to order a beer now? Never seen ya like that, must be making yer dick twitch just lookin' at her."
