Let The Flames Begin [COMPLETE]

Part 11

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"I fuckin' swear, if ya'll don't stop with the bullshit right now, I'm gonna stop this damn truck!" Daryl yelled exasperatedly, glaring at Charlene and Merle who turned their eyes to him looking like scolded children. Things had been somewhat better with the pair, Merle wasn't strangling her and neither of them were particularly nasty to each other. But it didn't stop them from bickering like kids. This time over the last can of peaches. There was plenty of other shit to eat, but of course they were fighting over this.

"But Daryl, peaches are my favourite," Charlene sighed sadly, her plump lower lip jutting out as she turned her shiny eyes on him, batting those long lashes. For a few seconds, he couldn't even tear his eyes away, despite the fact he was driving and needed to watch where he was going. She was sat between him and Merle and from this close, he could see all the orange flecks in her green eyes.

"Oh come on! Don't be lettin' her fool ya with her feminine wiles now brother, that's just fuckin' cheatin' right there!" Merle protested. Daryl watched as Charlene looked to Merle, a sly smirk spreading across her face. Daryl snorted, shaking his head as he looked back out on the road and continued to drive, but then the fucking bickering started up again.

Daryl slammed on the breaks, putting his right arm out to catch Charlene so she didn't conk her head on the dash again this time as the truck came to a halt.

"Ya know what?! Ain't none of ya'll gettin' the damn peaches, they're mine now," Daryl huffed, snatching the can from his brother's unsuspecting hands and stashing it in his side of the truck. Merle squinted at him whilst Charlene's mouth gaped open, looking at him sadly. He couldn't look, he would cave, he knew he would. Fuck, maybe when they found somewhere to rest up he might just share them with her when Merle wasn't looking.

"But Daryl-" she started, nothing but shiny eyes and a sad fucking face.

"Nope, not happenin'. Now both of ya shut the fuck up so we can figure out where we're stayin' tonight," Dary huffed, looking a mix between somewhat amused and annoyed. Silence finally descended on the truck and it was fucking heavenly as Daryl started driving again.

The trip to Atlanta had been put on hold for the moment. They had been driving for a few days now, Merle and Daryl taking shifts behind the driver's wheel, but on one occasion, when Daryl was sleeping, Merle fucking got them lost somehow. Daryl didn't even know where the fuck they were. So for now, they were trying to find somewhere to hole up for the night. Sleeping in the truck was getting fucking annoying. He took a random turn, because why the fuck not, it wasn't like they could get any more lost at this point, and it seemed they had found a fancy part of town. The houses seemed to get bigger the more up the road they went, with their high walls and high tech gates. Daryl felt a bitter scoff work its way out of his mouth, the jealousy he always had at the people with better lives than he had making itself known. And apparently, he wasn't the only one.

"Well look the fuck at this shit. Bet these assholes all had maids and sipped on Don Perrydnon all damn day," Merle huffed with a glare. Charlene's nostrils flared as she tried not to laugh and it only got harder not to when Daryl looked at his brother incredulously.

"It's Dom Pérignon asshole," he snorted, shaking his head.

"Oh well excuse the fuck outta me for not talkin' French!" Merle sneered, throwing his hands up in defeat. Charlene covered her mouth trying to stifle her laughter and Daryl felt a warm feeling spread through his chest at the noise.