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

Chapter 22

“Dare…” I said in an extremely whiny voice. He looked over at me in amusement due to my long, drawn out whine of his name,

“Yes?” he said in the exact same tone and I shot him a playful glare.

“Nothing.” I said quickly and focused on the TV again. I could see him shake his head at me and then face the TV again.

“Dare…” I said in my whiny voice again and he smirked and looked over at me.

“Wha’?”

“Oh, nothing.” His mouth opened slightly as he couldn’t believe I did it again.

Five minutes later I did it again.

“God damnit Kate. Wha’?” he said in exasperation.

“Noth-.”

“Don’ ye dare say nothing.” So I was quiet.

“Kate tell me.” he commanded.

“Fine.” I huffed.

“Well go on then.”

“Daryl, I’m so bored.” He said with a fake sob at the end of the sentence.

He raised one eyebrow, shook his head at me and turned to the TV. I gave him a death glare for not even giving a reply to my bored statement, so I decided to see how long it took it took for Daryl to get annoyed if I poked him in the stomach. I took my phone out and started timing (Yes, this is what I decided to do out of boredom).

Poke. Poke….Daryl laughed at my actions so I continued doing it. after exactly 6minutes and 24 seconds, not only was my hand sore but Daryl was extremely irritable.

“Wha’ the fuck are ye doing?” he hissed at me and I smiled and stopped the time on my phone, not replying. “Yer actually so weird. Wha’ were ye doing?”

“I told you I am bored so I wanted to see how long it would take before you got irritated and said something.” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. He looked at his watch to see the time.

“Wanna go ta the bar?”

“Yes. But we need to get food before we head on down to  the pub.” I said and stood up.

“Pub? Fuck, could ye ge’ anymore British.” He muttered and I flicked his head.

“Watch it Dixon.” I said playfully.

“Fine, le’s go and ge’ ye yer damn rabbit food.” He stood up and walked to the door, and peered out the window next to the door. “ye best ge’ a jersey.” I think he said but I had already gone upstairs so I paid no attention to getting a jersey because I may have heard him incorrectly. I threw on a black and white strapped shirt that didn’t have sleeves and left my shorts on and put on my black heels that had spikes at the back, redid my makeup and went downstairs.

When I reached Daryl he was looking down at my boobs and quickly looked up, “Sorry.” He said gruffly, “Wasn’t expecting ye ta ge’ taller within ten minutes.” He then let his eyes wander my body top to bottom and then back to the top. “I told ye ta get a jersey or something.” He said and shook his head.

“If I get cold I wont complain then.” I said and opened the door and walked out to the Mini but Daryl just shook his head, “I ain’t getting in tha’ Darlin! My truck seeing as I’m driving.”

I shook my head but went to his truck and climbed in with difficulty because his truck was so damn big and I had stiletto heels on. Daryl was chuckling and coming to help but I shooed him away and took off the heels and got in.