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Lips Like Kerosene

A Beautiful Wedding

"Fuckin' stupid," Daryl hissed under his breath for the umpteenth time.

"Oh hush," Carrie told him, adjusting the collar of his white button-up shirt. "Ya look handsome, Daryl."

"Merle's tha one ya pissed at, why the hell did I gotta get dragged into this torture?" he grumbled as Carrie fixed his tie, making it feel like it was choking him. He glared into space, cursing the inventor of the son of a bitch who invented the goddamn satin noose.

Carrie swatted his chest and gave him a roll of her eyes, but a small smile was present on her face. Over the past weeks, her cheek had finally healed, and she was actually glowing again, even though she knew she had to go to the wedding. "Again, you look handsome, Daryl. And need I remind you, ya offered to go."

Daryl rolled his eyes and grunted again, knowing it was true. When Merle came to his house in an uproar about the wedding invitation and Carrie's deal, the only way to make Merle go through with it was offering to his brother that Daryl would tag along too, mostly for Carrie's sake. So, after a few minutes talking to Carrie over the phone, and one drawn out phone call to Gen later, it was just Daryl's luck that there happened to be an open space for him, since once of the cousins got sick with lice and was invested.

Carrie had silently thanked whatever God was listening for giving the little bug devils to her cousin Jarred, as if Merle failed her for the night, she would have Daryl at least. That night at his house and the following morning, she had really fallen in love with Daryl, completely platonic of course. He was quiet and didn't have a great range of emotions, but Carrie knew he was sweet. Daryl had grown fond of her as well, since most girls didn't want to stick around the Dixon family for too long at all.

Carrie took a step back from Daryl and looked him up and down. She reached up to comb some of his hair up with her fingers, trying to make it look more like him. He had combed it to the side in an attempt to be neat and respectful, but Carrie didn't give enough fucks about her perfect sister's wedding. She appreciated the gesture of respect, but she enjoyed his hair looking messier; it was more him.

To get a rise out of him, Carrie gave a low wolf-whistle, causing Daryl's cheeks to flush red. "I'm gonna have to beat off all of my cousins... and aunts... and grandma's," Carrie teased, and Daryl pushed her hands away from him.

"Shut tha fuck up," Daryl muttered, trying to calm his blush. He knew he looked like a mess in the dress shirt and slacks, especially since he was wearing his normal boots. Daryl looked into Carrie's full body mirror she had in her apartment bedroom, and he shook his head at the image. Like a fuckin' pig in a suit. "Ya family is gonna kill ya girl." Carrie hadn't said anything bad, but he just knew he looked awful and backwoods, and from what she said, her good Christian family would probably rip into him.

Instead of disagreeing, she snorted and nodded with her wide, white smile. "I know, it's great, isn't it? I'll have two handsome men on my arms!" Carrie saw Daryl's face held no amusement, and Carrie rolled her eyes, swatting his chest again. "If anything Daryl, they'll kill me. I'm stepping into the house of fuckin' God like this. I'll be lucky if he doesn't strike me down." Daryl looked her up and down, biting his thumbnail, before nodding.

"Better hope that his aim is good. Don't want that lightnin' bolt ta hit me," Daryl said, slightly teasing. She rolled her eyes and looked into the mirror once herself, fluffing her curls and shaking her hair out. Satisfied, she leaned over to her bed and picked up her clutch.

"Let's go, redneck," she told him before walking out. Daryl followed suit until they were in the living room. He sat down on the couch and started chewing his thumbnail nervously. He had gone over to Carrie's by her invitation, since her car would be the only one big enough to fit the three of them and save gas. He drove his truck over early, and as soon as she had opened the door, she had tsk'd at him and yanked him inside to fix him, her giggle ringing out through the entire house. Now it was waiting for Merle to arrive with his bike.

After ten minutes of watching TV (Oliver Wilde: Survivor Guy, by Daryl's request), the two could hear the over-powering noise of the motor-cycle. Carrie rolled her green eyes, knowing it was Merle. Leave it to Merle to not only pick an obnoxiously loud vehicle, but also the most loud of the obnoxiously loud bikes. Carrie stood and brushed off her dress, but then remembered that her keys were still on the hook by the kitchen. "Oh shit, lemme go get my keys. Can't get too far without those," she winked at Daryl, before going to retrieve her keys. She heard the motorcycle shut off on the way to grab her keys. She grabbed them and started heading back in as she heard the door to her apartment open.

"I'm fuckin' here, in that stupid fuckin' dress shirt ya told me I-" Merle choked on his words as he stepped fully through the door, freezing in the frame. Carrie was standing, the image of pure innocence in the face, as if she didn't know why he stopped and was trying so hard not to grab her right then, but as Merle had learned from Carrie: she always knew what she was fucking doing to men. Her hair was curled and falling down her shoulders, and it looked different fro some reason, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

But her dress. Her dress was so short, he was surprised that she was actually wearing it to a wedding, a fucking church wedding. Then again, he wasn't, because it was Carrie. And while she had that sweet giggle and innocent voice, her mind was dangerous, as was her body, and her personality; sharp as his hunting knife. It was an obnoxious purple color that fit tightly to her small body. His eyes trailed down to her strappy black heels--his favorite pair. Maybe this whole wedding was worth it.

Carrie licked her lips as she appraised Merle. She loved his rugged, redneck, hunter look, but seeing him in a dress shirt and the nice pants she sent to both Daryl and him made her heart beat faster. She had missed him, missed his touch, and he was so close. Unlike Daryl, who showed up looking as if he was trying to be fancy and respectable, Merle had his tie loose and his hair messy, with his stubble even more prominent. Maybe he actually did pay attention when she talked about how much she hated her prissy family over breakfast. Dear God, forgive me for my sinful thoughts during the wedding. Fuck having younger guys, as Rachel tried to push on her, older men were exactly that--men.

The two were so focused on each other, Merle didn't even notice and Carrie forgot about poor Daryl awkwardly sitting on the couch, watching the two eye-fuck each other. Daryl awkwardly coughed, and the pairs' eyes went to him. Merle simply grinned and teased his baby brother. "Aw, look at little Darylina, tryin' to look nice. Who tha hell dressed ya? Look like a mess, we're goin' to a weddin', baby brotha!"

"Actually, I dressed him," Carrie glared. She was fucking with him, but she wasn't about to let him know that. Merle started stuttering, trying to find something to say, but Carrie pushed past him and out the door. "Come on ladies, let's get the fuck going." Merle looked to Daryl, who was now standing, and threw his arms in confusion. Daryl shrugged and walked past him, trying to hide the little smile on his face.

The three of them were soon in Carrie's small Nissan, Daryl in the back. Merle started to complain about Carrie fiddling with the radio and putting it on the popular station, and the two started bickering when Merle tried to put it on country. Finally, Daryl was the one to break the tie by saying it was her car. So, for the rest of the ride, Daryl awkwardly sat while Carrie sang along to the radio, and Merle teased her about sounding like a dying squirrel. This started louder singing and more bickering between the two. It was quite entertaining it a way.

They arrived a few towns over to the small church building, and all three got out. They entered the church and wrote their names into the guest book, Carrie already ignoring the looks from her family members. She turned to her boys and looked them in the eyes. "Now, I gotta go with my sister and help her get ready, as an obligatory bridesmaid, so you two get seats and ya better behave."

"You're gettin' to be a bridesmaid in that," Daryl asked in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she would be, if all of the other girls were wearing that.

She rolled her eyes, "Wanted to be different, have everybody wear the same color but different dresses." Carrie then told them with a wink," Could wear whatever, as long as it was purple." She kissed Daryl's cheek, leaving him red-faced, and Merle on the lips. She bid them goodbye and disappeared into a side-room, likely where the bridesmaids and bride was. Merle threw his arm around his baby brother as they entered the inner church and chose a seat in the middle, away from the other family.

"Better start confessin' ya sins, baby brotha," Merle whispered to him.

"Shut up, Merle."

The wedding started not much later, after several drawn out minutes of Carrie's family giving them odd looks. They all had turned up noses and fancy looking dresses, and both Dixons felt out of place. Merle knew Carrie said her family was presumptuous, but looking around at the heavily flowered and fancy set up in the small church, he didn't know they were this loaded. It made him wonder why Carrie had a little shit apartment, while the rest of them--her family and the man's family--seemed to have it all.

He didn't have to think that much into it when the music started playing, and the bridesmaids started filing out. The others were blondes with bright smiles and modest short purple dresses of different styles, all staring out to the audience as if they were the ones getting married, boys on their arms reminding the two Dixons of White--Pretty Boy at Skeeter's.

But Carrie, the third of the six bridesmaids, was the one with the shortest dress, on the arm of one of the boys who looked like he was trying not to laugh. She matched his height in her dangerous heels, and kept whispering to him, making his face red as he tried to hold in his laughter. She didn't fit in with these girls, and it made Merle grin. Thas mah girl.

When Carrie's sister, Gen or Imogen like the invitation read, stepped through the door on the arm of Carrie's father, she was the picture of a southern bride. Big, poofy dress, big curly hair, all smiles as they made their way to the the front alter, where her fiance was nearly blubbering. Pussy.

The wedding was traditional and had everybody in tears except for Carrie and the Dixons, and Grandma Montgomery, who was sleeping in front of them. Daryl shifted uncomfortably, and Merle was about to join Grandma in a nap. Carrie kept shifting her weight and glancing back to Merle, not believing he was actually putting up with this wedding bullshit for her. She couldn't believe Daryl was attempting to look like he was paying attention as well, even though his brother and Grandma were practically napping. It was a nice thought though, and Carrie forgave him for everything. It was stupid of her, and she was honestly stupid for doing it, but hell, she was still pretty young and stupid and if she wanted the fucking redneck asshole, that's who she would get.

"You may kiss your bride!" Cheers erupted as the couple shared a sappy first first, Gen practically sobbing in his arms as they went down the aisle. Carrie followed behind the crowd moving to get to the hall where the short reception would be, Merle and Daryl at her sides quickly. "Is this where the free booze comes in?" Merle asked with a wide grin, throwing his arm over her shoulders. Carrie laughed and nodded, sinking into his side. Daryl followed a little bit behind the two.

There were several circular tables set up with chairs all around them, and the guests were all going to greet the bride and groom and congratulate them, and of course, Carrie's mother was front and center with them, as if the day was about her. If it wasn't for her little sister, Carrie would have been gone already because of the woman, who hassled her in the dressing room for her choice of dress. Gen actually complimented it, making Carrie smirk.

They waited in the short line of guests until they were in front of the couple and mother. Carrie went forward first and hugged her sister tight, and then the groom, ignoring her mom. "Congrats you two!" She faked her smile, for her little sister's sake.

Gen's eyes ignored her though, focused on the men next to her. "And who are they, Carrie? Is one of them your boyfriend?"

Carrie hesitated in answering, not exactly sure if Merle was her boyfriend. They had never talked labels, at all, and she had never thought about it. They weren't completely exclusive, technically, were they? Merle answered for them, throwing his arm around her again and greeting in his booming voice," I would be him. And that's my baby brotha, Daryl. Name's Merle Dixon, sunshine."

Gen giggled, though to Merle's ears it was more of the annoying giggle than Carrie's sexy one. The guy-Christopher or something-was about to speak, when Carrie's mother scoffed. "How old are you, Merle?" His name was like acid on her tongue, and Merle's grin turned to a frown at the woman. She was looking at the two Dixons like dirt, and it was starting to piss him off. Daryl was just embarrassed at the gaze, but in both of them, the Dixon temper was rising.

"He's forty-three, mother," Carrie told the woman in a warning voice. The woman's painted face went from one of disgust to shock. Merle nearly cringed, wondering how on earth her two daughters came from the same woman; the small bodies were the only similarities. This woman had a shock of curly brown hair and brown eyes, but her face looked completely different than the angled ones of her daughters. Definitely look like dad then.

"Forty-three? I can't believe this! I know that you always play on the wild side, but not to go as far as somebody that... that old!"

"Mother, stop," Carrie growled out at her in a low voice. Heads were starting to turn, and Gen was gripping nervously onto her husband's arm. She reached a hand forward to grab Carrie's arm, silently pleading for her sister to just walk away, but she knew as well as the Dixon brothers that this fight was well over-due. Daryl caught eyes with Gen briefly, and she was pleading with them to stop her sister, but Daryl shook his head. Gen nodded and bit her lip. Guests started to stop and look more now.

"I will not! I don't know where your father and I went wrong with you, but obviously it was something. Imogen turned out just fine!" she huffed. Her husband stepped to her side, and Merle now saw the resemblance between the daughters and him. He was older yet still handsome, and the worry etched on his face was apparent; apparently he knew this fight was coming too.

"Honey, Theodora, dear, why don't we just leave her be--"

"I've left her be, Charles! And look what has happened! Running around with two brothers, much older men!" Carrie raised a finger to point at her mother, ready to fight back, red anger flushing her cheeks, but her mother smacked her hand down and gave her a cold look. "You're such a disappointment, Carabella."

Carrie took a step forward at the sound of her first name--one she detested more than anything since it was practically a symbol of her family's stupid status. With a raised hand, she was ready to slap her mother, but the Dixon brothers grabbed her and pulled her back. The crowd was talking around them, shocked at the behavior. "Come on, Carrie, let's just go," Daryl told her, and Merle took her into his arms. She relaxed a bit at being taken, but Merle let her spit at her mother's feet, causing Mrs. Andrews to gasp in horror.

They turned to leave, Carrie shaking in anger, but Gen cried behind them. "Carrie! Don't go!" Her little sister grabbed her arm and Carrie shook it off. She turned to her sister and shook her head, fighting the tears. "I don't belong here, Gen. Enjoy your wedding okay?"

"You're my sister, you belong here!" she whined in her annoying squeal that Carrie hated to love, the tears pouring down her cheeks.

"No, Gen. I never have. Bye." Carrie squeezed her sister's hand before turning to leave with the Dixon brothers, ignoring the harsh stares from the members of the Andrews and Montgomery families. and their judging eyes. Carrie would never fit in with these pompous assholes, and now that she had the Dixon brothers, she didn't plan on ever fitting in. Her short purple dress and 'wild' life didn't match up with them--and hell, it was okay with her. Merle's arm around her shoulders made her feel more at home than her mother ever did. It still hurt, though, and the brothers could tell by the tears on her cheeks. They didn't say anything or baby her, and Carrie appreciated it.

Merle helped Carrie into the front passenger side, and he took the keys, offering to drive while she collected herself. She wasn't crying too much, but the pain was visible on her face. She was more hurt by having to leave her sister and likely never go back to her 'family' than being a disappointment; they were words she had heard her whole life. But to know that her sister was with that family, the one Carrie would never be apart of, was heartbreaking--even if she thought her sister was an annoying shit. It was sibling love, the same that Merle confessed her had for Daryl one weekend; it was a universal and unconditional love.

The first fifteen minutes of the car ride back was in awkward silence until Merle finally spoke and broke the silence with his big mouth. "So, it's Carabella, is it?"

"Shut the fuck up, Merle," Carrie told him, but a small smile played on her lips.

"We still gonna get busy this weekend? I got a whole list of things in my head of what I wanna do--"

"Dear Lord, Merle! Can it wait til I'm not in the car!" Daryl yelled at his brother. His cheeks were flushed and embarrassed, and he certainly did not want to hear what his brother and Carrie would be doing--especially out of Merle's fucking dirty mouth.

Carrie laughed loudly, her tears subsiding hearing the two bicker. She wiped her tears and leaned over to rest her head on Merle's arm. "Stop makin' Daryl feel uncomfortable. Let's just get home and he can leave, and we'll spend the weekend at my apartment." Merle shut his trap right then, a full grin on his face. He was going to have his girl back again, and it was going to be fucking good.

Notes

I had fun writing the beginning, with all the Daryl cuteness. I felt like this was an okay chapter. Not much detail in the wedding because who fucking cares; it was white and rich and southern and typical. Now, if it was an important wedding, of course their would be detail down to what flowers there would be, but not the point.

Lol, Carabella and Imogen, those are some fun names. No wonder they go by Gen and Carrie (except their mother, sigh, and poor dad)

REVIEW AND VOTE AND SUBSCRIBE.

I predict about... hm... maybe five or so more chapters at the most? Short story until I start the next one! This will be my FIRST (good) completed fic, EVER! And I'm happy to share it all with you :)

Oh, by the way, Carrie in this fic is the lovely Ashley Greene, because she is sex and beautiful. THIS DRESS inspired her 'bridesmaid' dress, because wow. And Carrie totally would wear that to a church wedding, so modest. (If you got it, flaunt it, right?)

Comments

Omgsh, Merle will shit bricks then flip them if he finds out D:

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3/29/15

Merle would kill him

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3/22/15

Brill.

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3/22/15

He loves her

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3/22/15

Love how she handle it.

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3/22/15