Let The Flames Begin [COMPLETE]

Part 22

Shit gets real in this one, fair warning for the feels, not good ones either.

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A low groan left Daryl's lips at the jolt of pleasure that shot through his body, his hand fisting his dick. His other hand was splayed on the cool tile in front of him as the warm water from the shower beat down on him. Merle was off doing fuck knows what and Daryl was grateful for once, he needed the peace. Especially after seeing Charlene today. Daryl was used to seeing the girl around when she was at work. What he wasn't used to, however, was her turning up at his place of work. He had worked the mechanic job for a few months now, he hoped to keep it but Merle always somehow fucked things up for him when it came to jobs. But he enjoyed it, working with his hands like that, fixing things. It made him feel good.

He had been working when Charlene had walked in the garage and he almost keeled right over. Seeing her in her work uniform from the diner or only being able to see the top half of her behind the store counter was one thing, but today it was hot outside, and she was wearing these tiny fucking denim shorts with a tank top. He ain't ever seen her dress like that before and he couldn't tear his eyes away from those fucking legs. She glanced around and when her eyes landed on him, she beamed a smile that made his heart beat all funny in his chest. The fuck was she so happy to see him for? She walked over and Daryl was painfully aware of the eyes on her, knowing just what kind of guys he worked with and the things that would be running through their heads. He had half a mind to pick her up and carry her back to her house so she could put on some damn pants. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the view, of course he did. But he knew every other prick in the room did too.

"Hey Daryl! I didn't know you worked here," she grinned, making him grunt and nod as he chewed his lower lip. He tried to keep his eyes on her face and away from her tight tank top or legs. When he offered up no conversation, since he had no fucking game at all, she must have decided to just carry on talking.

"Do you think you guys could take a look at my car? It's a piece of shit," she frowned. Cars, that was a safe topic. Something that he could work with and use to distract himself.

"S'wrong with it?" he asked gruffly. She never seemed phased by his tone though, it was unsettling for him.

"There's a weird rattling noise when I accelerate and it keeps conking out on me," she smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, I can look at it," he shrugged, wanting to be the one to do it so she didn't have to talk to any of these assholes.

"Thanks Daryl! Am I okay to wait here?" she asked, blinking up at him with those long lashes and green eyes. He didn't like the idea of her waiting here but he knew she wouldn't be able to get home without her car. It wasn't like he could take her home just yet since he was working, so it seemed the better option. The place didn't close for another hour, he knew if there was anything wrong with her car then it would have to stay here overnight, so he would offer her a ride in the truck. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Part of him secretly hoped she would be getting a ride home, to be spending some time alone with her like that. But most of him was too fucking chicken and hoped her car was just fine.

Daryl was pleasantly surprised by two things. First of all, the girl had just stuck by his side while he checked her car over. She hadn't acknowledged anyone else here which meant he didn't have to go breaking faces today. Second, she had been quiet, not bothering him with small talk or mindless bullshit. She just let him get on with his job. If he was some kind of sappy bastard, he might have thought something like she was perfect for him. But he wasn't, not at all. That thought didn't creep into his mind even once, or seven times.