A little chat (for kept_them_safe)
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 makes so much more of an impression?
Somehow, he’s ashamed that people know now though. Stupid fucking fishwives gossiping down by the lake. Bet they think they know what went down here. They can make their own fucking stories up about why Shane found Daryl naked, unconscious and half beaten by his own brother in the Dixon tent.
They’ll never get the truth, he won’t be telling them. Let them gossip and invent and fill their crappy existences with stories.
Where is Merle anyway?
He turns onto his side, pulling the blanket that someone put over him up to his chin. At least nothing hurts except for his face. Could be worse. He’s had worse…
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 makes so much more of an impression?
Somehow, he’s ashamed that people know now though. Stupid fucking fishwives gossiping down by the lake. Bet they think they know what went down here. They can make their own fucking stories up about why Shane found Daryl naked, unconscious and half beaten by his own brother in the Dixon tent.
They’ll never get the truth, he won’t be telling them. Let them gossip and invent and fill their crappy existences with stories.
Where is Merle anyway?
He turns onto his side, pulling the blanket that someone put over him up to his chin. At least nothing hurts except for his face. Could be worse. He’s had worse…