Comatose ➢ Daryl Dixon

Part V. Redneck Fantasies

It was nearing eight, Maggie was fixing dinner for the two men who pulled up not too long ago while I sat quietly next to Carl. I did my best to not pester the two parents in front of me, but when I noticed Carl's sudden labored breathing I couldn't help but panic.

"Dad, Dad can you come here?" I questioned loudly while raising a single hand to check for a temperature. He felt normal, but deep down I knew something wasn't right.

"What is it?" He quickly responded with, taking a few steps closer to the bed and pulling back the sheets. Carl's bruising had gotten worse and his veins were very noticeable now, the way he shook when he took a breath signified this was affecting his lungs now and at any moment his body could just call it quits and my dad knew this. "Look, they don't get back soon, we're gonna have a decision to make."

"And that is?" Rick quickly retorted, his voice a little harsh, but I couldn't blame him, this was his kid.

"Dad I can handle this, I know what the two options are," I whispered to him while placing a hand on his chest to signal him to stop. While doing so I took a minute to ponder, I knew both options had a pro and a con and if not worded correctly I could send both parents into panic mode, but the look my dad gave me said it all. Either tell them or he won't make it through the night.

"So, uh, to put it simply it's whether to operate on your son without the respirator. I know dad said it wouldn't work and It's extremely unlikely, but we just can't wait that much longer." I explained, my eyes locked on the boy below me while I waited for a response, but I never received any. All I could hear was the creaking of the chairs in front of me and the quiet sobs that came from Lori.

It broke my heart to know that I just hurt the both of them, I couldn't escape the thought of how I caused this and that I've somehow caused all this pain and heartache, so without a word I left the room and headed upstairs.

When I finally reached my room I plopped down on my bed and let out a deep sigh, my mind was still going a million miles an hour, looping, twisting and tangling itself with all the negative thoughts. This feeling wasn't something I was new to and the only way I could get rid of it was by distracting myself so I grabbed my brush, a few hair ties then turned my stereo on.

It didn't take me long to settle on a song and when I did I took a seat in front of my mirror and began to braid away. I spent what felt like hours trying out different forms of braids, twisting and looping my hair around other strands to create beautiful styles, but as I tied and pinned my most recent piece I felt my imagination begin to take over.

This often happened when I was stressed out, I'd find myself starting to drift off, thinking about this one redneck I crossed paths with, in a Harley Davidson motor shop. He had a natural tan which was enhanced by the little dirt he for some odd reason always had on him. His dark locks never once failed to complement his crystal-like eyes and the way his lip would curl up at a random time, man oh man, it sent me head over heels. I longed to always go up to him, strike a conversation about motorcycle motors or maybe what polish he uses to keep his bike so pristine, but who was I kidding, I knew nothing about bikes. The times I went to that motor shop it was for my selfish ex and at the time I wouldn't dare talk to another male, god forbid I be social, but now all I can do is daydream about that attractive man and that was something I found myself doing once again.

A loud three knocks erupted from the hall and that all too familiar rough clearing of a throat. I knew it was him, but I didn't want to act, I was supposed to be mad at him, but God did I want him so badly.

I did my best to ignore his presence behind the door, constantly adjusting my clothes and brushing out knots in my hair with my fingers, but that redneck wasn't having it. Rather than knocking for the eighth time in a row he instead flung the door open, the poor door causing a loud bang when it came in contact with the wall standing patiently behind it.

"Ignoring me now huh?" He inquired in a rather low tone, a tone I noticed he only uses when things are about to steamy, or should I go with heated?

"I don't have anything to say." I quickly responded with, crossing my arms over my chest and turning my head away from him. I refused to let him just sweep me off my feet and into the bed this time. That redneck was going to learn his lesson.

"Oh really, ye' had somethin to say there." He remarked, a hint of sassiness in his voice as he took a few steps closer and quickly picked me up. I was about to react to this unneeded act, but as I began to twist and turn he pressed his lips against my neck and spoke ever so slowly.

"Don't fight it, ye' know it's what ye' want." He whispered out while placing a few kisses on my neck, A hand moving up and down my back while the other helped to hold me up. He wasn't failing at hitting all the right spots and every time he did I clenched tightly onto his ripped flannel, my lower region pressing up against his everytime he hit the spot just perfectly.

"You're right, I just can't stay mad at you," I mumbled out, entangling my hands in his hair as I placed a few kisses on his lips. Taking my words as a go-ahead he walked back to the bed and plopped down, my knees making contact with the plush mattress as I slowly began to grind on him.

Moving my hips in a precise motion I slipped my hands underneath his shirt and took my time to feel every beautifully toned muscle, He was so gorgeous, in every way.

"I love you," I began to whisper out, continuing to move my hands around his toned body till finally, I reached his pants. I wasted no time in undoing the button and slipping my hand down his pants, moving around till I finally found his hard friend. Groping him through his boxers, I bit down on my lip and used my free hand to move his, It took virtually no work as he already knew where that sensitive bud was"

"Emily," He moaned out a few times--

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"Emily! Em-uh-lee! Sister dear!"

I was interrupted by loud footsteps, my name being screamed and my door swinging open except this time it wasn't that handsome redneck I crossed paths with, It was my little sister Maggie and when she saw what position I was In I quickly slammed my legs shut and stared at the glossy floors.

"Uh, gross." She groaned out while throwing her head back and sighing. "Just come down when you get your hand outta your pants, they're back."

A/N

It's been a while lol, but it's okay I'm starting to update again, work has consumed my life is all.

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