Norman Reedus Imagines

Jailbait (Mac and Daryl)

CREDIT TO: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Macs_Queen/pseuds/Macs_Queen

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Mac was pissed as he slammed his truck into park in front of his bar, storming into the bar. "Where the fucks that brother of yours Dixon?" Mac growls at his newest bartender.

"Don't know," the boy tells him not even looking up from wiping the bar.

Mac closes the distance between him and the bar, "boy if you know, you better fuckin tell me," Mac raised his voice trying to scare the boy, the boy was only 16 or 17 but Mac could tell from day one he wasn't afraid of much.

"I don't fuckin know. He didn't come home last night, and when I left to come here he hadn't come in yet," Daryl tells him rubbing the back of his neck, this was the first tome Merle hadn't come back home since they had moved to the canyons.

"Okay, shut the fuck up. If he does come in send him my way," Mac tells him.

"Cave?" Daryl's asks.

"Where the fuck else would I be?" Mac grunts slamming the door. Mac got in his truck and drove to the cave, he needed to finish his cook from the night before, you need product to get money.

Daryl:

Daryl had been frustrated all day then Mac just had to come in and pushed him from frustrated to pissed off, he reaches under the counter bringing out the bottle of whiskey not even getting a glass just drinking it from the bottle. He prayed the tonight would be a busy night so he could keep his mind busy and off his brother. He knew he probably found some whore and followed her home, but he also knew his brother was into drugs so he could have also got into shit over that, and with Mac storming in asking about him he was leaning more towards drugs.

Daryl was in the back, getting some ice and glasses when he hears the door open, it wasn't opening time and whoever it was, was too quiet for Mac. "Brother where the fuck are ya?" Daryl hears the gruff voice of his older brother. Daryl drops the ice back into the freezer and hurried out front.

"What the hell Merle, where the fuck you been?" Daryl was relived he was back.

"I need your help, I owe Mac money," Merle stutters his voice was slurred and hectic Daryl could tell he was tweaked out of his damn mind.

"What the fuck Merle, how fuckin much?" Daryl was pissed he had told him so many times not to cross Mac.

"I don't know a thousand, maybe more," Merle answers looking over his shoulder, he was paranoid.

"Seriously Merle. I fuckin told you not to mess with him," Daryl couldn't believe his brother was in debt to a drug dealer again, you would think losing a hand to one. Would teach you not to do that.

"I need money, come one Dar," Merle says looking back at the cash register.

"Fuck you Merle no way. Shit!" Daryl could hear Mac's old truck throwing gravel.

"Son-of-a-bitch," Merle grumbled when Mac came slamming into the bar.

"I've been looking for you Merle, never thought you were dumb enough to show up here," Mac smirks, a look that confused Daryl.

"I came to talk to my brother," Merle retorts.

"He gonna ay your bill?" Mac says nodding to Daryl, who shakes his head. "Yer gonna fuckin pay me, and it won't be a fuckin hand you lose if you don't," Mac snarled stepping chest to chest with Merle.

"Okay...okay look how bout I let you at my baby brother, I know you been eyeing him.... come on then my debts clear...how about it," Merle stammers.