Opposites attract

Chapter One

"Hey Rick we got a 133, it's your buddy Daryl" said the old walkie talkie attached to Ricks chest, he let out a sigh returning to his police car a bag of fast food in his hand. "On my way." Rick replied turning his car on starting to drive down the long road, he hummed softly a song he could never remember the name of as he prepared himself for what his 'Buddy' Daryl had in store for him today.

Rick drove a little while longer pulling up to a convent store not to far from where he grabbed his lunch, and there he was Daryl the town drunk laid out in the middle of the sidewalk a beer bottle in his hand. "Come on Daryl time to wake up" he shoved him gently with his boot, he didn't reply. Rick then picked him up laying him across the hood of his patrol car proceeding to check him for anything while doing this Daryl decided to wake from his part time slumber.

"Hey there buddy what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Daryl spoke his words some what slurred as he attempted to pull away from Ricks tight grasp

"Let the fun begin." Rick muttered under his breath as he put Daryl in hand cuffs. "Dose this look familiar?" Rick held up a small bag of white powder.

"That ain't mine" Daryl shrugged

"Yeah okay." Rick walked him to the car opening the door "Watch your head." Rick helped Daryl into the car closing the door behind him. Rick sighed walking to the driver side of the car, he opened the door getting inside closing the door upon entering. "Thanks for going easy on me, now i can eat my lunch." Rick chuckled while opening his greasy fast food bag pulling out a hamburger and and a pouch of french fries. "So we haven't seen each other in a while, how have you been?' Rick asked removing the wrapper from his burger. Daryl didn't reply to Rick's question, "Didn't your mother teach you to talk when yo are spoken to" Rick chuckled chewing his burger

"Didn't your moma teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" Daryl replied with a snort from his nose

"You are true." Rick chuckled taking the last few bites of his hamburger. Rick brushed his hands together removing any food crumbs on his hands, "Well their most likely waiting for you at the jail so lets get a move on." he turned his car on starting to diving back to the police station, he turned the radio on the song 'Carl poppa' began to play. Rick chuckled as he sang along to the quite cathie song.

Rick drove a few miles eventually arriving at the police station. He pulled around to the back where they enter people into jail. Daryl had fallen asleep again and Rick had to be honest it was kind of cute to see Daryl rest so peacefully. He chuckled softly, shoving the sleeping drunk man "Hey buddy let's go" He helped the some what unstable Daryl into the station, getting him checked into the police system. It was easy because Daryl was more of a happy drunk compared to the more aggressive type that the officers normally see.

After a couple hours of Daryl staying in a holding cell he eventually sobered up allowing Rick to talk to him. "So Daryl.. We normally have you in our facility ever week, but according to our records you haven't been here in 3 months. Why'd you choose to come back?" Rick asked pulling a chair in front of Daryl sitting in it backwards

"My big brother.. Merle. Thought it would be a good idea to enter me into rehab. Obviously didn't work" Daryl scoffed slouching in his seat looking rather annoyed by the question

"I see.." Rick cleared his throat "Oh now don't you pity me 'Officer friendly' you're the one that put me here." Daryl shouted angrily. All Rick could do was chuckle at the helpless angry man. "Nice chat.. I'll talk to you later" Rick winked with a tip of his hat as he left the room with a chuckle "Can you at least un-cuff me!?" Daryl shouted but the only response we got was the sound of the cell door closing. He sighed in frustration..