Dixon's Girl- TWD

Aged 15

Jody POV

I always hated the trailer park. Everything about it was shit. The people were rude, usually quite racist. People would fight if anyone played music too loud. And the entire place stunk of weed.

But...

I suddenly got awfully defensive about my home the moment some posh twats from the rich side of town started to talk badly about it.

That's how I ended up walking into the dixon trailer, a fist coated in blood, and a bruised lip.

"That your blood, or someone elses?" Merle asked, taking a beer from the fridge.

I shrugged. "Bit of both."

There was a moment of silence, just looking at eachother before merle opened his arms. "Come here." With a grin, I stepped forward and hugged him tightly. I hadn't seen him in a long time. He was in the military but got dishonourable discharge for punching an officer. Then he spent 16 months in prison and my mama didn't let me visit. She said it wasn't the kinda place a little girl should be.

Merle kissed my head and let go of the hug, ruffling my hair in the process. "You've grown."

"I know. Finally got tits this summer."

"Well congratulations! Very happy for ya!" He cheered, handing me a beer. He pointed to my sore hand. "You should get that cleaned. I sure as hell ain't spending a day in the Hospital when it gets infected."

I rolled my eyes but smiled when I saw daryl come out from his bedroom. He looked awfully tired and had hair sticking up from all ends. Rubbing his eyes, he came closer and wrapped his arm around my shoulder

"You look tired."

"Yeah, because you two woke me up with ya loud ass mouths."

"You liked my mouth last night," I smirked, slapping his butt. Merle chuckled and daryl groaned from embarrassment. We have never actually done anything like that before. But I had to say it because the opportunity to embarrass him was too good to miss

When daryl noticed my hand, his eye went wide and he grabbed it. "Hell happened to you?"

"Some bitch ass posh boy had the guts to tell me what he thought of us trailer trash. He wasn't so brave when I knocked his front teeth out. If the cops come knocking, I slept over here and have been here all morning."

"You want us to lie to the police? I don't think I could do such a thing!" Merle gasped before I sent him the middle finger

Daryl dragged me towards the kitchen sink. "Come on, that needs cleaning."

He ran my hand under the tap, washing away the blood. Once he removed it from underwater, he delicately dried my hand and quickly but gently, wrapped my knuckles with a bandage, hopefully helping to keep it clean.

The entire time, I sat in the kitchen counter just watching him. When he concentrates, he sticks his tongue out to the side. Merle says he looks like some sort of demented dog, but I think it's cute. So much so, that I couldn't help but blush when he was wrapping my hand

Daryl looked into my eyes when he was done. We didn't have friends. But we had eachother. The world was against us, but so long as we were on the same side, we knew that we'd win.

"You've had a haircut," he said quietly, running one hand through my hair

"Yeah. You like it?"

"I like everything about you."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Daryl smirked. He kissed my bandaged knuckle before resting his hands on my bare thighs which were either side of him as I was still sat on the kitchen counter. "I like your smile, and your beautiful green eyes. I like your laugh, and I really like-" he moved closer to my ear and whispered, "your perfect ass." I began to giggle

"You two make me sick," merle scoffed, ruining the moment. Me and daryl sighed, pulling apart

Daryl turned to face merle. "You bring women round all the time. Why's this any different?"

I interrupted, "please don't suggest there are similarities between me and merles many...many women."

"Sorry. But I'm tryna prove a point here."

"My bad, go ahead."

Merle stood up and walked closer, pointing at the two of us. "You two are all lovey dovey. With my women, I prefer a quick hump and dump."

"Hump and dump?" I asked with raised eyebrows

"Give them the night of their life til they're begging for me, then chuck them out on the street like a dog with flees."

"I don't know why I bothered to ask," I sighed, wrapping my arms around daryl as his back pressed against my chest. Daryl wasn't massive on pda, but inside the trailer, he was more comfortable. Except when Will was there. I wasn't allowed around the house when will was there. Merle said it wasn't safe so me and daryl would sneak out somewhere instead

Merle begged, "just, less of the relationship crap around me, alright?"

"You're a grown man. Are you seriously bothered by two teenagers complimenting eachother?"

"You may be teenagers but you're acting much older. Now I'm telling you now, I'll go out and buy whatever protection you need. Don't be afraid to ask. But I don't wanna come home to find you crying with a positive pregnancy test in your hand."

Daryl grimaced, "God merle, just shut up will ya?"

"Alright baby brother. I'll stop. But I mean it. We can't be affording no baby. Oh, and don't be getting STD's. Believe me, it ain't worth the few minutes of pleasure."

I got down from the counter and held daryls hand, pulling him away from the living area. "There's something not quite right in your head, merle."

"In my head? You're the one who finds that horny bastard attractive. Think the wires have come loose in ya head."

Ignoring him, me and daryl went into daryls room. I instantly went and lay down on the bed, smiling at daryl

"You've got some strange addiction with my bed, darlin."

"It's hard not to! I'm still sleeping on the floor at the minute. Mama thinks a couple of pillows will stop the neck ache but that has been proved wrong many a time." My mattress was taken away from the trailer a few months ago when my old man got caught hiding drugs in it. The cops ripped it apart. Thanks to them, he's in prison at the moment.

Which is why me and daryl are always stuck for choice. We could sleep at mine where there are no abusive father's but we'd be on the floor. Or we could stay at the dixons and hope that the lock on the door is enough to stop Will.

Daryl lay next to me, resting his head on my chest as I ran my fingers continuously through his hair

"One day, we'll run away. I'll get a job, and I'll buy us a house, a nice one with a porch and a garden. You'll never have to work, not if you don't want to, because I'll look after ya. You won't have to see my dad, or your dad, ever again. Just you and me."

"I like the sound of that. Getting out of this shit hole is step 1 on my to do list," I admitted

"Oh yeah. What's step two?"

"Becoming your wife."

"I'll see what I can do." He kissed my cheek and then went back to lying on my chest. These were the moments I had learnt to cherish because we both know that sooner or later, Will Dixon would come home from the bar, and bang loudly against the door in a fit of blind rage