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

Party Time

Chapter 22—Party Time

**Sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes (I'm tired as hell tonight)

After dinner Daryl and I walk back to our room to wait for Trey. Daryl flops down on the mattress as I pick up some of the dirty clothes that are on the floor. I toss them into an empty crate before sitting down on the bed. I look over at Daryl, "Why are ya so quiet?" He shrugs, "Thinking 'bout not drinking." I give him a confused look, "Why?" He lets out a deep breath, "Cause I can be a bit of a dick when I drink." I smile, "Because you have a short temper and everything pisses ya off anyway or because you're a mean drunk?" He laughs, "Not sure. I used to drink with Merle and we'd always end up in a bar fight." I nod, "Who threw the first punch?" He smirks, "Usually Merle would piss someone off and I'd end up in the middle of it, trying to keep his drunk ass from gettin' the shit kicked outta it." I laugh, "Sounds like you can handle yer booze pretty well; your brother not so much." He nods in agreement, "I think yer right." I sigh, "Don't worry Daryl; I'll keep ya in line. I was a bartender for years, I can handle a drunk; trust me." He laughs, "Okay princess, don't say I didn't warn ya."

He gives me a serious look, "Are ya sure you should be drinking tonight?" I sigh, "Don't worry; I got my period earlier today. You're off the hook Dixon, no diaper duty fer ya in the near future." He gives me a look that I can't quite make out as he mumbles, "Well that's good I guess." His response surprises me a little and I ask, "What's going through yer head Daryl?" He shrugs, "I guess I just realized that I wouldn't have been that upset if ya were pregnant." I stare at him for a moment before sighing, "Me either I guess but everything happens for a reason Dare, maybe sometime in the future." He nods as he kisses my cheek, "Maybe." I look into his blue eyes, "Ya okay Dare?" He kisses me lightly on my lips as he whispers, "I'm fine darling, I got ya don't I?" I give him a small smile, "Yeah ya do, I'm not going anywhere Dixon."

There's a knock on the door and Daryl yells, "Come in." Trey opens the door, "One of you two wanna help me with this box of shine?" Daryl gets up off the bed and helps Trey carry the milk crate full of moonshine into the room. I look at the two men, "How the hell much shine do ya think we're gonna drink?" Trey shrugs, "Just till my face don't hurt and I can't see." Daryl laughs, "Yeah that sounds about right." I roll my eyes, "This should be an interesting evening."

Trey hands Daryl a mason jar of shine, which he passes over to me before grabbing one for himself. I unscrew the lid and take a small sip, the clear liquid sliding down my throat easily. I grin as I feel the familiar burn, "Nice and smooth, it's been too damn long since I've had this." Daryl takes a swig out of his own jar and grins, "This is pretty damn good!" Trey agrees as drinks out of his jar, "Yeah my Pa could flat out make some Shine." I get up off the bed and open the large window before lighting a cigarette. I sit on the sill as I take a drag, staring out across the meadow. Trey and Daryl are talking and I just tune them out as I think about things. I'm deep in thought when I'm startled by a strong hand on my shoulder. I look up at Daryl and he asks, "Are you going to be quiet all evening?" I sigh, "Sorry Dare, I was just thinking about things." He gives me a concerned look and I flash him a small smile, "I'm fine; it's just been a long time since I've had my uncle's shine. It brings back some memories; both good and bad." He squeezes my shoulder, "Ya should come over here and relax. Tonight is supposed to be fun princess." I nod in agreement as I get up off the window sill and follow Daryl back over to the bed. I sit on the edge of the mattress next to Daryl and lean on his shoulder as I take another sip of moonshine. Trey sits in the chair and we all trade hunting stories. Trey is careful not to mention any incidents involving me, which I appreciate.

We drink at a slow place for an hour or so before there's a knock at the door. Daryl gets up to open it and we see Rick standing in the doorway. He looks at us all and grins, "So we going to light up a joint or what?" I start laughing as Daryl grins and ushers him inside before shutting the door. I'm lying on the bed still giggling when Rick asks, "Damn Daryl, how much has she had to drink?" He looks down at me, "She ain't had that much, she must be a damn light-weight." I give them both the finger as I sit up, "Fuck you! I ain't had a damn drink since before the world went to hell. Excuse me for enjoying my buzz." Daryl plops down on the mattress besides me, looking over at me with a devilish grin, "Go on darling keep drinking." I roll my eyes, "Yer just trying to take advantage of me Dixon." Trey groans, "Ya know she's my little cousin and I don't wanna know about this!" I stick my tongue out at Trey, "Tuff! It's payback for all them times I walked in on ya when yer were fuckin' Jenni Tucker! My eyes may never heal Trey!" Trey laughs, "Yeah Jenni was a fine piece of ass, I really miss her." I snort, "You just miss her mouth! I swear that dumb blonde on always on her damn knees." Daryl and Rick laugh harder as Trey shrugs, "She did have a nice mouth; I'd give my left arm for a blow job these days." Rick groans, "Yeah, me too." I glance at Daryl and he just laughs at Rick's comment but doesn't say anything further. I lie back on the bed and groan, "Men." They just laugh a little harder and Trey hands Rick a jar of moonshine. Rick sits on the window sill and takes a couple of sips, "This is good shine."