Dirt Road Diary (Daryl & Merle Dixon Pre-Apocalyptic Story)

Chapter 17- Self- Defense

Dear Diary:

Daryl kissed me! I don't know what it means, but it felt damn great! Derek is in jail for attacking me. Daryl is teaching me how to defend myself tomorrow. I better get some rest. Goodnight.

-Josie

*Josie's POV*

My alarm pulls me out of a deep sleep, I quickly get up, excited for the day. I go into the bathroom, shower, brush my teeth, apply light makeup, pull my hair into a neat high ponytail before going into my room, poulling on black workout pants, plain white t-shirt, and black Sketchers. I quickly grab my keys, bag, and phone before walking out the front door.

A FEW HOURS LATER IN DARYL'S BACKYARD

Daryl has been teaching me self-defense moves for the last 4 hours, sparks shoot through my body everytime he touches me making me crave him more.

"Ya ready for lunch", Daryl asks slightly out of breath.

"Yeah", I shake my head with a smile while trying to catch my breath.

We walk side by side through Daryl's backyard to his house. I notice that with each step, his body moves closer to mine until his arm is brushing mine, sending sparks shooting through my body again.

I glance down when I feel Daryl's fingers lightly brush the back of my hand. My eyes move up being met by those sparkling "Dixon" blues, there is a hint of unsureness and nervousness showing in them. I smile while taking his hand in mine earning a smirk from him.

We walk hand in hand the rest of the way to his back door when Daryl releases my hand, opens the door, allowing me to step in first with him right behind me. Once inside, Daryl heats up some leftover venison stew that smells great. We sit at the small wood table in the corner of the kitchen while we eat our stew and drink a couple beers. After we finish, I wash up the dishes, despite Daryl's protests.

After they are done, I turn around to come face to face with a pair of "Dixon" blues.

"Daryl", I say with my hand on my heart. "You scared me", I giggle.

"Sorry", he smirks.

"I better get going", I say.

Daryl immidiately takes a step back, looking at the floor. "Was it me", he mumbles while staring a the dirty wood floor like a child being scolded.

I take a step forward so I am standing inches in front of him. I place my fingers under his chin gently pushing it up making him looking at me. No, I like you...alot", I say with a reassuring smile.

Daryl pulls away from my fingers. "No, ya don' ", he mumbles while looking at the floor again.

"I'm crazy about you", I whisper.

"Wha' ", Daryl asks, slowly looking up at me.

"I'm crazy about you Daryl Dixon", I repeat louder.

"Why", he asks.

"Why what", I ask confused.

"Why would ya  like redneck trash like me", he mumbles, looking at the floor.

"Who says you're redneck trash", I ask.

"Merle... ma' dad...the whole damn town", he responds harshly.

I carefully take a step closer, placing a hand on Daryl's cheek causing him to flinch away from my touch. "I've never thought that about you", I whisper, tears stinging my eyes. "You are the most amazing person that I've ever known." Daryl slowly lifts his head, our eyes connecting. "You're strong, intellegent, funny, not to mention sexy as hell."