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He knows he's not always the most pleasant person to be around. Truth is, while he'd like ta blame it on his personality, it ain't. It's just easier to be an asshole than get over his shyness. Because if he HAD a debilitate’n antisocial personality trait, that'd be it.
So he sticks'ta what he knows and what he's good at. People put up with just about anyone’s bad attitude if they're useful ‘nough. People that call ‘hm their friends say he's mostly bark, ‘n’ it's when he ain't bust’n your balls thatcha need to watch out. Quiet Dixon is a dangerous Dixon. That suits him just fine. He'd take be’n stoic or jackass over social butterfly every time. Don't mean he's purposely cruel, or don't enjoy be’ round people who are genuinely nice and happy most’ the time. It's just easier to keep some distance, so neither of them rubs off on the other.
Which is why you’re sucha problem. If you're anything you're persistent. N’ too smart for everyone else's good. Cause your smart mouth ‘n’ curiosity might get you into trouble, but he ain't ever seen, or heard of a time you been unable to get outta trouble just as easy.
So yeah, you're a big fuck’n problem, his big fuck’n problem. ‘Cause for some reason he’ll never understand, likely cause you're you and he's him (if that make any sense) you are determined ta ruin he quiet asshole existence.
“Damnit Dixon!” You growled He might have smiled a ‘lil bit if he wasn't so pissed. He’d never fur’get how cute you looked. Fists on ya hips, arch eyebrow ‘n’ lil’ wrinkle on your nose ya only got when you were pissed. But any chance’a smile’n disappeared with your next words. “Do I need’t take you out in the woods to fuck you stupid so ya’ll cheer up? Cause at this point, your sorry ass is so grumpy I wouldn't think twice about it, as long as you quit your bitch’n! Amy didn't deserve that!” He had been outta line with what he'd said to Amy. But by the looks of her, talk’n bout fuck’n a dirty redneck like him stupid a was just ‘bout as offensive.
Amy looked nearly’ embarrassed as he felt.
Both Merle ‘n’ in Andrea went from being at each other's throats defending their younger sibling to howling with laughter.
“ ‘At offer apply ta anyone sugar-tits? Cause I'm feel’n might’ grumpy ‘m’self.” Andrea had asked, doing a piss poor impression of Merle. After the fit of laughter that caused, Merle did his best attempt at Andrea
“Yeah, what about help’n a gal pal out Honey? My batteries went dead ‘long time ago.” Amy had fled by then and Daryl had wished he could've without Merle never letting him live it down. Instead the unthinkable happened, Daryl started to laugh along with them. They were all punch drunk, so damn tired of being so damn tired, something had to break. ‘N their resident little ray of sunshine helped it break in the direction of playful insanity instead of murder’n each other.