A Redneck's Wicked Game (A Daryl Dixon Story)

Knuckle Sandwich

Chapter 21—Knuckle Sandwich

Rowan's POV

It's been over a week since Daryl and I's "adventure" in the woods. We've been hunting a few times, just the two of us and it's nice to get some time away from everyone. My cousin has increasing become more of a pain in the ass. Not to anyone else in the group, just to me. It's like we're teenagers again and his constant teasing is getting old. I've told him to knock it off a few times but he just grins and keeps at me. The only time he backs down is when Daryl flashes him the "Death Stare"; Trey knows not to piss Daryl off.

Daryl's already told me I need to put Trey in his place if his teasing bothers me; he ain't gonna do it for me. I know I have to put an end to this or shut up and accept it. I grew up with Trey and Billy bossing me around and treating me like a little kid; I guess I just expect it. I'm not that little girl anymore, so I guess I need to grow some balls and change the way Trey sees me. I realize he's not doing it to be mean or vindictive but it still makes me uncomfortable.

I roll over and cuddle closer to Daryl as I realize it's morning already. I look up to see two piercing blue eyes staring at me, I sigh into his bare chest and he hugs me tighter. I feel him run his hand through my loose hair as his sexy morning voice says, "Morning darling." I kiss his chest, his chest hair tickling my lips as I mumble, "Morning sexy man." He chuckles, "Crazy ass girl." I smile as I answer, "Mmmm, that's me." He sighs, "Time to get up princess." I roll off of him and flip over on my back as I groan, "I'm still tired Daryl." He looks down at me and his gaze instantly goes to my belly, "Still tired huh?" My eyes get wide, "I'm up, really!" As I sit up he just looks at me quietly and I reassure him, "I'm fine Daryl, relax." He nods as I pull my jeans on and turn to face him again. I quietly say, "What's going through that head of yers?" He walks over to me and shrugs, "Just worried about ya and what I've done." I sigh, "You DIDN'T do nothing, WE did. You need to stop worrying Dare; we won't know anything for a few more days." He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as he quietly says, "Still worried about ya." I kiss his cheek, "I know ya are but I'm fine. I will tell ya if I'm not, okay?" He nods, "Time to make some breakfast, princess." I nod as he gives me a quick hug before walking to the door. We walk down the hall quietly and he opens the kitchen door for me. I step inside the kitchen as I whisper, "Always such a gentleman." He grunts, "Yeah, right."

Daryl makes a fire in the stove as I put on the coffee pot. I pull out a couple cans of potatoes and begin to assemble the ingredients for a deer hash. Pretty soon the smell of breakfast fills the room and I look over to a grinning Daryl sitting at the table, "Are ya hungry Dare?" He nods, "I am now, it's smells good as hell Rowan." I chuckle as I pour him a cup of coffee, "Well it's almost done." I set the coffee cup down in front of him and he says, "Thanks princess." I lean over to kiss his forehead as I whisper, "Yer welcome." He's about to say something when the Rick and Trey walk through the open kitchen door. Rick smiles at us, "Good morning you two, something smells wonderful." Trey nods in agreement, "It sure does, Rowan must be cookin' again." I nod as I point to the stove, "Hash is done and so is the first pot of coffee." Daryl gets up from the table and the men all grab plates, quickly grabbing some breakfast. Daryl walks to the table with two plates, "Sit yer ass down girlie and eat." He sets our plates down on the table and goes back to get me a cup of coffee before joining me at the table. We eat quietly as the rest of the group files into the kitchen for breakfast. Trey looks over at me, "So why ain't ya the group's cook Rowan?" I roll my eyes, "Cause I have other talents Trey. Besides I ain't the only one who can cook." Trey shrugs, "Seems to me it be safer for ya in the kitchen. Pretty girl like you could break a nail." I clench my fist on the table as I glare at Trey. He just grins at me as he realizes he's gotten under my skin. I lean forward and hiss, "Ya need to stop messing with me Trey or I'm gonna kick yer ass. I've had enough, ya god damn fucktard." I abruptly get up from the table and stalk out of the kitchen.