Burn Burn [Daryl Dixon]

Sparks [Chapter 7]

Daryl came into the small cabin-like home that was now housing three people. The loud thumping that camp from the bathroom startled him, as he expected no one to be home at this house. Merle had taken off to do whatever it was he did, and Daryl had gone out hunting for the afternoon after dropping Alice off at work. He had only been gone two hours when he lost he found the deer he was tracking. Unfortunately, it was a doe and the laws were strict about hunting bucks only at this time of year, and he had to give up the hunt.

The brown haired man made his way to the small bathroom, jiggling the locked door and then knocking when he couldn’t get it open.

“Alice, is that you?”

The thumping stopped and the turn of the door unlocking meant Daryl could enter. Slowly, he pushed open the door, spotting Alice on the ground with her back up against the vanity. The orange haired girl looked up at Daryl, her make up streamed down her face and her lip quivering. She raised her chipped nails to her face and dug at her cheeks, making her face even more red than it had been prior. Daryl crouched down beside the girl and looked into her blue-grey eyes.

“I need to get out of here.” She said through shaken lips.

“To where?” Daryl asked.

“I… I don’t know.” She lowered her voice. “I know that I need to quit…”

Daryl nodded in agreement.

“As long as I am in this house… I won’t.”

Daryl shifted awkwardly, unsure how to respond. He glanced down, only to realize that he was staring at her thighs. Bringing his eyes back up to meet hers gradually, he felt that no matter where he looked it was going to be uncomfortable for him. Continuing to flicker his eyes around, as to not linger on one thing for too long, Daryl contemplated how he could help Alice. She was a lost soul in a broken body, but Daryl was all too familiar with that type of person.

“I can help ya out…”

Alice looked up at Daryl, words wanting to come out of her mouth, but her tongue and lips felt numb. Numb, but not unable to work it seemed, as the young woman moved so that she was on her knees, face to face with Daryl now. Daryl went to back up, but the bathroom was a tight squeeze and he was already pressed against the wall. Alice brought her hand up to his cheek and looked right into his perfect ocean eyes –the one part of him that revealed what he was thinking. She knew that he was uncomfortable, but she knew that he wouldn’t turn her away as she brought her red lips down to his, tasting his natural flavour, and feeling his damp tongue underneath her pierced one.

Daryl brought his hand up and tangled his strong fingers in Alice’s thin hair, bringing her head closer to his, diving deeper into her mouth. The kiss seemed untimely, and yet somehow perfectly timed. Daryl pulled back after a moment of tasting the satisfaction and the drug that was dopamine, knowing that he would be unable to control himself if he allowed Alice to initiate anything else.

“Alice… No.”

“Why not?” Alice shook her head, still only inches away from Daryl, wanting more. Her heart was pounding and her legs were tingling.

“I want t’ help ya, but… I don’t want ya to think you owe me nothin’.”

Alice shook her head, “This ain’t about owing you… I wanted to…”

Daryl faintly smiled, but rose from his crouched position and left the bathroom with some haste. Alice leaned back against the vanity again, feeling both successful and disappointed in what had just happened. She shut her eyes tight, thinking about everything she would need to throw in a burning pile to move on. The drugs, the memories, and Johnny. Johnny was already gone, but Alice knew that memories of him would never cease to resurface, and every time she thought about him, she wanted to lose control.

Alice rose, hearing the sound of Merle’s bike rumbling the house and the entire neighbourhood. As she made herself presentable again, wiping away at the smeared makeup with toilet paper, she smiled at herself in the mirror, but saw no smile in her reflection. Only a false appearance that didn’t fool anyone, especially not herself. She was nothing, no better than Johnny himself, and good intentions were not going to get her anywhere.

As she entered the entry way and living room area, Alice spotted Merle and walked over to him. He was seated on the couch with a beer in hand, some no name brand because it was cheap and got him drunk fast. She sat on the green chair across from him and gently smiled at him.

“You want the truth.” She started.

Merle eyed her suspiciously.

“It’s a long story.”

“You know I only want one damn answer.”

“It’s bigger than that, Merle.” She sighed.

He grimaced, but when he said nothing, Alice knew that it was her cue to begin. She noticed Daryl leaning against the wall where the hallway became the living room, and she flushed slightly. Merle didn’t take any notice, but Daryl shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with the girl.

“I can’t say that the reason I am what I am is because of Johnny.” She admitted, “But he did contribute to my… state of livin’, if you can call it that. I stayed with him not ‘cause I loved him, but because I needed him. I didn’t kill Johnny, I never intended for him to die. Sure, I wished him dead more often than not, but I knew what would happen to me if he died. An’ look at me… I did burn the house down after finding him dead. There is a so much I want to burn down, but I have already burnt too many bridges, too many connections. I have nothin’. ‘Cept you.”

Alice let her eyes flutter to Daryl, holding his gaze whilst Merle obliviously took in the words that Alice had spoken.

So, there on the right is some eye candy for all you Norman Reedus lovers (shout out to Reedus_love). I want two comments from two people before I post again! :)