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

Not Much Longer

Chapter 44--Not Much Longer

Rowan's POV

I walk into the main room of the Mill, noticing Daryl sitting in the chair by the fireplace. I lay my compound bow on the table and walk towards him. He looks me over and asks, "Where ya been?" I sit on the small wooden stool near the chair, "Trey and I went hunting, got a deer and a couple of rabbits. How ya feeling?" He shrugs, "Okay." I sigh, "Ya got attitude today don't ya?" He sits forward in the chair as he grumbles, "I'm tired of sittin' around being useless." I look into his blue eyes and remind him, "Ya need to heal Dare. Your artery will take time to mend, not to mention the muscle in your shoulder. Hell it's only been a week since ya got shot." He gives me a small glare but doesn't say anything. I sigh, "I love ya but you can be such a pain in the ass Dixon." He smirks, "Well you ain't no walk in the park, Cupcake." I grin, "Yup, and ya love me anyway." He sighs, "Damn straight." I nod, "So can we take it easy for a bit longer? Your stitches will come out in a couple of days and then you can start doing some stuff." He grumbles but agrees, much to my relief. I notice his damp hair and ask, "Did ya get a shower by yourself?" He shrugs, "You weren't here so I got Rosita to help me." I glare at him, anger and jealously rising in my chest, "WHAT?" He gives me a shit eaten grin, "I'm kidding princess, Rick helped me, damn you're jealous ain't ya?" I shake my head in denial, "Nope, don't know what you're talking about." He stares at me; knowing I'm full of shit, "Ya can't deny it princess, it's plain as fuckin' day on your face." I get up from the stool, "Knock it off Dixon." I walk away from Daryl without another word, grab my bow off the table and retreat upstairs, my mind racing. I ain't the jealous type, am I? He was only kidding but for a split second I wanted to find Rosita and drag her outside by her hair and pound the shit out of her face. What the hell is wrong with me? I walk into my room, dropping my stuff on the table before flopping down on my mattress. I rub my hand over my eyes and try to relax, I'm too wound up. I try to clear my mind but images of Daryl naked in the shower with Rosita washing his back keep flooding into my mind. I groan in frustration and rub my eyes harder with my hands. I know it's just my brain fucking with me but I can't turn it off.

Daryl's raspy voice breaks the silence, "I'm sorry I got ya all wound up, I was only playin' Rowan. Don't ya trust me none?" I move my hands and focus on him shutting the bedroom door. He walks to the bed and sits down next to me, his blue eyes begging for forgiveness. I let out a deep breath, "I trust ya Dare; really I do. I don't even know where all this damn jealousy came from." He stares at me a minute before asking, "Would it have bothered ya if Carol or Maggie helped me in the shower?" I shake my head and admit, "Nope, just Rosita." He looks surprised, "Why?" I shrug and he raises an eyebrow at me, wanting a response. I shift a little on the bed as I mumble, "She's so pretty and don't try to deny it." He looks at me and says, "Yeah she's pretty but not my type." I sit up and mutter, "I'd kill to look like that; dark hair, olive complexion, big brown eyes, perfect unscarred skin." He sighs and pulls me onto his lap with his good arm, "She can't hold a candle to ya Rowan. I love your pale skin, red hair and every single one of your freckles. I ain't been attracted to anyone but you in a long long time." I nod, "I know I'm being silly and stupid. Trust me; I ain't ever been jealous like this in my life." Daryl kisses my forehead as he mutters, "I'm sorry I teased ya." I shrug, "Just more of my baggage and fucked up shit in my mind surfacing I guess, one of these days I'd like to be normal." He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm the one who's supposed to be a jealous asshole." I giggle, "Oh you are Daryl, don't ya worry none." He laughs, "Good, it will keep men away from ya, you're mine and I ain't sharing."

I give him a serious look as I plead, "Please don't mention this to anyone, especially Rosita." He agrees, "I won't, besides she's with Abraham so ya don't have to worry." I shrug, "That ain't going too good right now, so don't count on that." He looks surprised, "Ya sure?" I nod, "Yeah, Abraham don't love her. He loves her body but he's not in love with her; I think she's finally figuring that out. Things are bound to git interesting around here." He rolls his eyes, "Great, like we need more drama around here." I sigh, "I hear that."