Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 49 - Take It To The Limit (Eagles)

NATE

"Now you listen to me, mister! You're injured and asleep on your feet beat. I'm taking you home, cleaning you up and you're going to stay in bed for a few days."

"End of fucking story, Dixon!"

His eyes whipped up to mine and narrowed slightly as my furious whisper came to a halt.

Except I can do final-warning eyes just as good now....if not better  than he does.

"End of fucking story!"  I repeated a bit louder this time, just in case the rocket blast had affected his hearing.

"You need him for anything else, Doc?"

I tossed the question over my shoulder to Denise. While taking his hands in mine and gently tugging him to his feet.

"He's good to go, Nate. No heavy lifting for at least two days until the stitches take. The dressings are waterproof so he can have a wash. To get all that fuel and stuff off him. Strenuous activity kept to a minimum as he might be a bit lightheaded from blood loss."

"Plenty of bed rest, just like you said....and fluids."

"You heard the Doc. So quit yer bitchin and shuffle that butt, Mr Dixon!"  I growled at him, while winking back at Denise.

She knew exactly what I was asking and gave the right answer. Maybe not the most professionally accurate one? But deffo the right  one, given the circumstances.

I could've kissed her....but I think I'll leave that pleasure to Tara  😄

"Bossy bitch"  He muttered, following me grudgingly.

"YUP!"

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I only let go of his hand long enough to take care of the Walker who was wandering on our porch. Stab her in the head and then push the body over the fence.

I'll take care of her later.

"Hey, farty bum"  Muttles grovelled on the floor in delight.

Daryl bent down to pat him but tumbled over when his balance went. I grabbed a kitchen chair and then a bottle of water from the fridge. Helped him to his feet before gently pushing on his shoulders until he sat.

"Drink and don't move. I'm just going to start the shower."

Running up to the bathroom, I turn on the water. Before heading back and undressing Daryl.

Despite his weariness, one part of him was still perky. And showing increasing interest as I grabbed hold of him and led the way upstairs.

His cheeky grin at me became shy....and wry  🤭

"Pavlov's dog. Just needs the right biological stimulus. My potent one? Her name's Nate....Nate Dixon."

He ran his fingers across my lips, as I sat him on the shower bench and began soaping him up.

"Hold that thought, Dixon. At least until we're both capable of following it through to a satisfactory conclusion."

Eventually got some food into my man before laying him on our bed and tucking him in. Kissed Daryl's damp head, cheek, nose and then his mouth.

"You didn't get lost and I tried to be good. We kept our promises. Love you, Babe....go to sleep"  I whisper.

"Yes'm...."  He mumbled.

I lean against the door jamb for so long that my arm starts going to sleep.

Just can't stop gawping at him, drinking him in. Would give anything to just lay down, grab him in my arms and never let go.