A little chat (for kept_them_safe)

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

Fuck…It’s not that unusual for Merle to beat on Daryl. He’s had it most of his life now. Not even the first time the cunt’s smashed his face up so bad that he can’t see out of one swollen eye right now. Never one for subtlety, not Merle, why would he want to hide the bruises when having them walking around in the handy form of his little brother

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[kept_them_safe]

He doesn't like this, not one darn bit.

The second the new kid came screaming for help, warning him about what the Dixon's were up to, he knew shit had finally hit the fan. He didn't worry too much about Daryl, but he's very aware of the shit Merle puts up his nose. A guy that's already unpredictable while sober turns into a rabid bull out of control when he's playing with that crap. It had taken a little help from T-Dog to finally get some control over Merle, but luckily he had been the only one to walk into the tent to find Daryl.

Several things crossed his mind, some he had already suspected, and as confident he was over his ability to read a crime scene, it wasn't until he talked with Jacquie, who had taken the job of nursing Daryl for a while, that the pieces started to come together.

He still needed a word with the younger Dixon. And that's why he was standing at the door of the tent, taking a peek inside to check if Daryl was concious already.

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

Nothing wrong with his ears. He had the hearing of a tracker and right now he could hear someone skulking outside the tent. His heart starts to beat faster as he figures that it's most likely Merle, he doesn't know if their last debate got resolved or not, thanks to blacking out.

Angling his head up towards the entrance, he opens his eye to squint at the indistinct shadow standing there.

"Wha' do you wan'?" He was aiming for brave and defiant, so the hoarse, thick words that come out of his mouth are a bit of a surprise. Sticking his tongue into a new gap in his teeth he distractedly counts another tooth lost to Merle.

[kept_them_safe]

Even with most of Daryl's figure hiding under the blanket Shane could already see a bit of what his face looked at the moment, all shades of purples and yellow on his swollen features. The guy had taken a hell of a beating and it didn't surprise Shane that he was knock out by the moment he walked in the tent.

It was going to take some time for Daryl to recover, he could tell. And he wasn't even sure of how truly bad things were. For all he knew they could have a man down for a while. One important source of food for the group. He hated having only Merle to trust for the hunting, specially after how bad things had ended when he yanked him out of the tent to keep him from beating his brother to death. Merle had ended with a shiner or two to show off.

"Just checking on you, man."

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

"Why?" That was better, more defiant now that he means it. Nothing much to fear from the cop besides threats and a headlock.

"Worried you'll go short on squirrel meat while I'm laid up?"

Only reason the fucking pig would be remotely interested in his health. Either that or he's worried he'll do something stupid to get back at Merle and put the whole camp at risk .