The Two Dixons ( Merle and Daryl Dixon fan fiction )

Chapter 18

Ciara's POV
It was just starting to turn dark by the time we had gotten back to the farm. Glenn parked the Hyundai beside the camp and jumped out. "Hey Rick get over here!" He yelled.

Rick kissed Lori on the head and walked over to us. "Why are you so happy Glenn?" He asked looking at Glenn, who was smiling like an idiot.

"Look in the back." said Glenn. Rick have him a skeptical look and came over to where me and Elena were unloading the van. When he looked at our haul his eyes widened.

"Where the hell you find all this?" he asked, grabbing a bottle of vodka.

Elena shrugged. "Guy who lived in the house really liked alcohol."

Rick laughed and looked at the bag I was carrying. "What you got in there?" I opened it up and showed him the guns we'd grabbed. He smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, bringing me into a hug. "You guys are fricken amazing!" He turned around with the bag now in his hand, "Hey Shane! Look what we got!"

I shook my head as the guys went to marvel at the new weapons. "I'm gonna go find Daryl, okay Glenn?"

He turned to me as he was struggling to carry the bottles to the house. "Ya sure."

I walked over to the fire where I saw Merle playing with his knife. "Hey Dixon!" He snapped his head up, "Catch!" I yelled as I threw him a pack of smokes and a lighter.

He caught them a beamed at me. "Thanks princess."

I laughed. "Your welcome. Have you seen your brother?"

"He's over in his tent." he said pointing to a tent away from the group.

"Thanks." I told him and walked over to Daryl's tent. I unzipped the flap and walked inside to where Daryl was sound asleep. Feeling mean I grabbed the other pack of smokes and chucked it at his head, he didn't even stir. Frowning I grabbed the lighter and tried that, I was a little more successful.

Daryl bolted up in his bed, eyes wide and tuffet of his long brown hair everywhere. He looked around shocked until he laid his eyes on me and glared. "What the fuck was that for." he mumbled, still half asleep.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Felt like it."

He raised his eyebrow, "Felt like it eh?" Before I even knew what was happening he leaned forward and grabbed my hand, pulling me on top of him.

"Daryl!" I laughed. "What the hell!"

He chuckled, "I felt like it."

I rolled my eyes and moved to a more comfortable position in Daryl's side. "Your such a dork."

All he did was chuckle and pull me closer to him. Surprisingly he didn't try anything, just laid there playing with my hair. "What are you thinking of?" I asked him.

He shrugged, "I don't know, just thinkin.....bout us."

Frowning, I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. "What about us?"

Daryl started chewing on his fingernails. "I don't know.." He mumbled, looking away.

I grabbed his chin to make him look at me. "Was it good or bad?" His eyes wouldn't meet mine and I sighed, "Daryl you can tell me."

He looked into my eyes, "I don't really know. It's just I was thinkin about if you'd even like a guy like me, if we would ever be something."

I rubbed my thumb on his cheek. "Dare....don't ever think that. Of course I like you, I wouldn't be here if I didn't. And about being something, I'd like to try if you'd want to."