Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 120: Ol' Uncle Merle

A/N: Song is, (Sorrow, by Lund.)

My friends...my darlings...

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Enjoy! And if I did make mistakes, forgive me! I do go through and edit but with longer chapters things tend to slip under the radar.

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I felt a horrible pounding in my head as I came to, my eyes slowly fluttering open, but with every bit they opened, they'd close again. My eyelids felt so heavy, like they were made of lead, and my head...god...my head felt like it was weighing me down.

"Y/n! You're awake!"

I heard a voice call out. It was mumbled and blurred, but I was quite sure I knew it. I just felt too dazed to recognise it.

I tried to force my eyes open once again, seeing a peek at the blurry world around me, the same person, along with another, still calling out as I tried to gather my bearings.

"Y/n! Y/n, are you alright!?"

I heard another voice. A louder one. Much harsher and with an accent.

"Fuckin' move out the way, tubby. Yer fatass is gettin' in 'er face an' stealin' all the air."

They seemed to be arguing, but I was still too dazed to make out who it was.

"Oh, fuck off, Merle. Like she'd want your stank ass breath in her face either."

The moment I heard that name, Merle's name, a shock of realisation seemed to course through my body as I remembered everything. The prison, the war, the walkers, the...the others...

Where were we now? 

I heard Merle call out to me and presumably shake me.
"Lil' lady, ya' better fuckin' wake up right now or I swear-"
I felt T push him away.
"Get out her damn face, you seriously think that's helping?"

I tried to force my eyes open once again, and finally managed to keep them open, but my vision was still blurred as it adjusted to the sights around me.

I could make out Merle crouched before me with T leaning behind him, his voice now louder and clearer.
"Seriously, you think she wants to wake up to your ugly-ass face?"
Merle groaned.
"Like she'd wanna wake up to your burnt chicken lookin' as either."
T grumbled.
"Can you not comment on my appearance for one goddamn-"

I groaned as I watched them argue, my vision still mostly hazy, but everything was slowly adjusting into place.
"Shut up...both of you..."
They instantly focused on me, stopping their bickering.
"Y/n!"
"Lil' lady!"
I winced and held my ear.
"Don't yell, my head is killing me."
T nodded.
"Right, sorry..."
Merle grumbled to himself.
"The one time I don' have any damn drugs..."
T bent down to my level.
"How are you feeling?"
Merle hit the back of his head.
"How the fuck does she look, dumbass? Clearly she ain't feelin'-"
I weakly scowled at Merle, giving him a warning look.
"Merle."
He clicked his tongue and surrendered.
"Fine, fine. I'll keep it down."
He pointed at me.
"But only 'cause I don' want your ass dyin' on us."
I groaned and nodded, forcing myself to sit up a little more.
"Appriciate it, old man."
I looked to T.
"And to answer your question, I feel like shit. My head feels like it's going through a blender."