A crackish drabble ( thing? ) staring @lastminutemartyr’s Merle and @aintashes’s Ash. I got the idea when I was riding my sister’s horse without anything on, and of course i had to go with it (^: This is gonna probably be sliiiightly ooc, and written how I portray my version of Daryl ( aka Dix ) with Gray’s Daryl ( aka Ash ) and Jai’s Merle. I won’t get the other two as good as they write their characters of course, but this is for fun! Thank youuu and enjoy!
A seemingly normal Saturday, the summer sun attempting to render its captives into sweating pigs as soon as they set foot outside. With the old man gone doing who knows what, that left the Dixon brothers to roam freely, do as they wished. As teenagers ( and young adult ), doing as they wished with minimal supervision wasn’t something to be weighed. And yet, here they were.
With Ash working constantly, he usually slept all day when he had the chance of a day off. However, with Merle, this ain’t gonna fly by a long shot. Not when he wanted to haul the twin brothers from the junkyard they called home, not when the man was gone.
Ash was a grumbling mess once he set foot outside the door, but the youngest? Already moving in mischievous ways, that smug tug of his mouth showing as he almost boldly walked after his older… oldest brother. The look Ash wore on his exhausted features was to be considered when antagonizing him, but only for Dix. Merle did as he pleased, not exactly caring if he pissed either of his youngers off.
Once they had all piled into Merle’s truck, Ash between the two of them ( much to his dismay ); Dix’s feet had already been placed out the window and on the dash, earning a hard glare from Merle, and what seemed like a growl. The scowl sent in the eldest direction made Dix glad he was driving and on the other side of the truck.
Ash was nodding off when they pulled into a driveway, before a house not much better than their own. Merle’s friend ( or was it his drug dealer? ) was already on the porch, beer in hand. While laughing and shaking Merle’s hand, Ash lingered next to Merle while Dix moved about on his own accord. The kid always got himself into stuff he should have never gotten into in the first place. Lingering blue eyes and a soul eating smirk is what Dix portrayed, shifting from an engine block ( covered in rust and grease ) thrown uselessly onto the floor, to a sketchy looking barn. What drew his attention was a whinny.
As Merle bantered with the guy that owned the place, Ash listened for a bit, trying not to fall asleep when he realized that Dix wasn’t next to him. Normally, Ash would keep an eagle eye on his younger twin for obvious reasons. Merle didn’t -- maybe it was the fact he didn’t care what he did or that he knew Ash would watch ‘em. Due to Ash’s slightly grumpy and drowsy state, he lost sight of Dix and instantly felt dread seep into his stomach. Nudging Merle earned him a glare and a snap of,
“What?!” An annoyed, curled lip was drawn up at the younger, Ash almost returning it before raising a brow, allowing the absence of the youngest to prove answer enough.
“Ah, shit, Ash! Why t’hell didn’t ya watch ‘em?!” They almost set out to find him when the sound of fast approaching hooves met their ears. Around the side of the house came a horse, and on its back was Dix, clutching the mane and hollering like a wild hooligan. Merle’s friend started yelling to get the hell off his horse, though that wasn’t exactly an option when it was taking off like that.
Ash was trying to keep a level head and not scream in frustration while Merle almost busted a gut laughing. Of course, he won’t be laughing once he gets ahold of Dix, but in the moment it was fucking hilarious.
Well, maybe it was a normal Saturday for the Dixons.
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