Bleeding Love | Daryl Dixon

Chapter Eight.

Age 25:

I had just finished curling my hair slightly, and spraying just a tad bit of hairspray on the ends. I lined my bright blue eyes with black eyeliner, and a bit of a smokey eye before spraying on a splash of perfume and walking out of the bathroom. "Bout time princess, I gotta use the John" Merle said before pushing his way past me and closing the door behind him. I shook my head before heading down to my room and finishing getting ready for work. 

I changed out of my sweats and into some pleather leggings and a loose white top, my black boots over top and my leather jacket. My bedroom was like the total opposite of Merle and Daryl's, mainly in the fact that you could see the floor. My bed was always made, laundry always put away and it didn't smell like sweat and dirt like theirs did. I shut off my light, grabbed my keys and a pack of cigarettes and headed out. Daryl was in the living room watching some random show on tv, and sipping on a beer. "See you later Dare" I called over my shoulder as I headed for the front door. Daryl looked over and smiled before waving me off. 

I left the house quickly before Daryl could see the blush on my cheeks. Still after all these years i felt myself drawn to him, even though I know I shouldn't feel this way I just couldn't help it. I just felt this electric attraction to him every time he was near me. The way his dirty blonde hair fell in front of his bright blue eyes could make my heart stop. His large arm muscles that were always visible since he hated sleeves. I have had these feeling for him for almost ten years, and no matter how hard I tried to make them go away, they only got stronger. A simple smile that was so rare from him was enough to send me over the edge. And times like that I had to hold back from jumping on top of him right there.

I sighed starting my car and pulled carefully out of the driveway, driving the short distance into town to Smitty's the local bar that I have worked at for years. I parked my Ford Focus in the back before locking the doors and heading inside through the back. My manager Tom was in the back office working on payroll and waved to me as I passed by him to the front of the bar. Smitty's wasn't anything spectacular, but it was pretty large and had a few pool tables and karaoke on Thursday nights, thankfully I never worked Thursday nights....our town didn't have the best singers.

There were many people in here tonight, a middle aged couple playing pool, and maybe four people sitting at the bar watching the game. "Hey girl" Kristy, my co-worker said as i hung up my coat and joined her at the bar. I smiled at her and refilled one of the patrons beer and headed to the center of the bar. "Not too busy tonight" I said as I didn't really have anything to do at the moment, all the men at the bar were busy yelling at the football game that was on.

"Hasn't been busy all day" She said with a sigh, and leaned back against the freezer. Kristy was a bit shorter than me, with shoulder length blonde hair and whiskey colored eyes. She was really pretty and always was cracking jokes. Merle had been trying to get into her pants for years, and gave up once she said she had a "Fiance", he doesn't exist and Kristy wore a fake ring on her left hand to prove him otherwise. 

I looked over at the tip jar to see maybe only twenty bucks inside, which sucked because Kristy had been here since this morning when we opened. Kristy was working a double tonight, so hopefully we would be able to make a good amount of money throughout the night. I opened a bottle of water and took a couple of sips before slipping it under the counter for myself....

The night was continuously slow, maybe only a few more customers were were sitting at the tables eating nachos and watching the game. Game nights were pretty much hit and miss, you would get those people who would sit and drink the same beer throughout the night which didn't earn much money, or you would get a group of them were would get shit faced drunk and tip ridiculously high. Tonight it seemed like was a night of the former.