Many (show_of_hands) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-20 18:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | daryl dixon, merle dixon |
Who: Merle & Daryl
Where: On the road
What: Brotherly love?
When: Backdated to April 24
Warnings/Rating: Swearing and such
Status: Complete
Merle Dixon nodded his head along to the music that struggled out through the radio. It was loud, it was obnoxious, it was Merle. He drove a pickup truck, with bumper stickers plastered to it. A confederate flag, a few bands, and one that said, ‘Keep honking, I’m reloading’. It wasn’t exactly an empty threat; Merle rarely went anywhere without a weapon within reaching range. Right now, there was a desert eagle in the glove compartment.
He honked the horn as he swung by the garage Daryl worked at. Merle wound down the window as he slowed the truck, snapping off his aviator shades. “Get in, dick-breath. We’re fucking shit up tonight.”
Daryl didn’t know if he really wanted to go on this thing with his brother. They never got along, and most nights ended awfully. And yet there wasn’t really any other choice. He really should get some backbone concerning him. It was just hard not to. He was just finishing up in the garage when he heard the honk of the horn.
With a sigh, he cleaned up and then clocked out before heading out to the truck. “Where the hell are we going?”
“What, that’s it? No ‘hey brother’ or nothing?” asked Merle. “Damn, how’s that for gratitude.” He began to spin the wheel and pull them away from the garage. “Bar crawl, brother. Maybe see if you can pick up a piece of tail, huh?”
“Why? So you can fucking mock me for it? No fucking thanks.” Daryl always got his balls busted by his brother. He didn’t know why he bothered. He wasn’t going to the nice one and then get called dick-breath for his trouble.
“Sure whatever you say, Merle.”
“Aw, c’mon, don’t be all whiny,” said Merle, fiddling with the radio a little. “Thought I would’ve toughened you up some by now. Made you into a man.”
“I’m not being whiny, you’re just a fucking asshole.” Daryl rolled his eyes at him. “I am tough, I just wish you’d shut the fuck up. Bein a man ain’t got nothin to do with any of that shit.”
“The fuck would you be without me?” asked Merle, getting genuinely angry. “Huh? What? Tell me, I want to know. ‘Cause I took care of you, damnit. Made you the man you are, if you can call it a man.”
“Yeah you really fucking took care of me,” Daryl responded by rolling his eyes. “Why the fuck do you even bother if you think I’m such a piece of shit, Merle? For fuck’s sake. Just leave it.”
Merle sighed, and his expression softened only slightly. “C’mon, don’t take it so personal,” he muttered. “You know how Dixons are.”
“How the fuck else am I supposed to take it? You’re my brother,” Daryl pointed out and let out a breath. “No shit I know how they are. Just fuckin talk to me like a normal person, all right?”
“What’s a normal person, huh, Daryl? The two of us, we ain’t normal. We’re better than that,” said Merle, not entirely convinced by his own rhetoric. After a moment of silence, he pulled over into a side street. “Look, you’re my kid brother. And not to sound like a first-class fag, but I love you. And I want to help you get what you want. You believe me, right?”
“Yeah I know we ain’t normal. I just meant without fucking insulting each other all the damn time.” It was really tiring. Better than that his ass. He thought Merle was going to just let it go so when he pulled over, Daryl looked surprised. “Yeah I believe you.” And he did for the most part. “Let’s just go have some fun and bust someone else’s ass.”