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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Just as Daryl said, when he returned to the motel where he and Merle stayed, Merle was pissed.
"The hell you been, huh? I get us this job and you blow it off cause you're a bitch 'bout a little hangover?" He yelled.
"Shut up, man. I'll be there tomorrow."
Merle had his hands at his throat in an instant, "I been takin' care of you for years now and you're gon' treat me like shit? Huh?"
Daryl tried to fight him off, but Merle held his grip. He felt his breath starting to cut out, and smacked Merle on the arm as hard as he could. When he was satisfied, Merle finally let go, and Daryl coughed repeatedly, trying to catch his breath.
"I'm the only one that gives a damn about you, boy. So I don't care what kinda golden pussy you might'a found, your dumb ass is gonna fuckin' work!"
The younger Dixon didn't say anything back, still sitting on the ground trying to regain his breath. Merle was undoubtedly high on something, judging by his erratic behavior and bloodshot eyes. Regardless, he knew Merle was dead serious. There was no other option but Merle, and the older Dixon would be damned if Daryl tried to find one. Merle may never say it out loud, but he'd never leave his brother anywhere without him.
With a grunt, Daryl turned back around and left the motel. Merle pushed him again, "The hell are you goin'?!"
Daryl shrugged his brother off, "'M goin' out." And he left it at that, tearing down the road on his bike.
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Glancing at the clock on the wall that sang every hour, Ivy guessed she had about two hours until Daryl was scheduled to pick her up for their date, as he called it himself. Ivy couldn't say no to something like that, and not with a man like him. It would be a complete lie to say she was worried about what to wear, in fact she had a specific dress in mind. She had an extensive wardrobe - a product of many years of buying secondhand clothes and stitching some of her own to fit her well. Getting ready was her favorite part of the day - there was nothing she liked more than making herself look pretty.
She wore an orange psychedelic dress, stopping just short of her knees. It wasn't necessarily a body conforming dress that was tight in every aspect, but it did contour the curve of her waist and fit closely around her thighs. The sleeves were long and wide around her wrists, which was her favorite aspect of the dress aside from the vibrant color. She adorned her look with a white headband to pull back her long hair and a pair of white high-heeled boots - like she walked directly out of a disco in 1976. Daryl would probably think she was ridiculous, but she admired herself in the mirror. She completed her look with some hoop earrings, deciding that even if Daryl did think she looked ridiculous, she thought she looked good.
