terrible things (a Daryl Dixon love story) [Daryl Dixon fan-fic]

Chapter 6

I woke up to the song sleepsong by the Bastille, meaning someone was phoning me I grabbed it and answered it quickly and went out the bedroom so Daryl could continue sleeping, but before I closed the door I sort of maybe stared at him, he was lying on his stomach, he kicked the blanket off his bed so my eyes travelled up his body and at least he didn’t wear those cheesy silk boxers with those hearts on them they were just a checkered blue pattern, then i went up and looked at his arm which was hanging off the bed and somehow still managed to see his muscles even though he was completely relaxed then his face, his stubble was seen and his hair was a mess but he still looked hot. I closed the door quietly and said “Hello?”

“Morning miss Butler, sorry to disturb but we are very sorry to hear about your injuries and hope you feel better.”

“Thank you”

“Are you going to enter the next competition?”

“When is it?”

“In a month’s time.”

“umm…”

“We are not pressurising you miss Butler.”

“Yes, no I know that. Can I inform you in a week’s time just so I can settle into my new house and all?”

“Of course, speak soon. Thank you for your time miss Butler.”

“It’s Kate. And no problem, bye”

“Goodbye mis- Kate”

I chuckled and looked at the time, 8:57, well I might as well cook the boys some breakfast and then go to the mall, go buy a bed and all the other furniture I’ll need for my new house… just six more days, I’m pretty damn excited! I made bacon, eggs, toast and some pork sausages and I know Merle and Daryl like fried tomatoes so I made two of those for them and just as I finished Merle came walking in. “God damnit I have fucking headache from hell!”

“Well you did drink like 20 beers”

He gave me a death stare but then laughed and said, “yes, always ole’ Merle’s fault”

“Well, who else are you going to blame? Here man take a panado and myprodol and drink lots of water and eat this… it should make you feel better”

He thanked me and walked off with his food. I went upstairs to go wake Daryl up for breakfast, it was 9:36 now so he needed to wake up if he was to be in time for all the errands he would have to do today. I opened the door quietly and saw he was still fast asleep, which was incredibly adorable! Hmm… how to wake him up? Throw water on his face? No he’ll kill me hmm?? POKE HIM, if I remember correctly he was so ticklish on his stomach, I walked up to him and poked his stomach, nothing… I did it again but this time on both sides of his stomach and he woke up. “I hate that Kate and ye know that.” He grumbled, he rolled over and rubbed his eyes like a little kid and looked at me through one eye, “What do ye want?”

“Breakfast is ready” I said in a sing-song voice. I spun around and quickly added, “And if I don’t see you downstairs within two minutes, I’ll be back up here. And you DON’T want that”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be there in a minute” with that I headed out making sure I walked in such a way that my ars was moving left to right and I heard him groan, but not an annoyed groan more like a “I would so fuck the shit out of her if I could groan” I smiled knowing I got the reaction I wanted.

Daryl kept to his word, he was down in a minute and we ate our breakfast in silence when we finished I got up to collect the plates and as I picked his plate up he said, “Katie, don’ shake yer ass in front of me. I don’ think ye want tha’ kind of man.”