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Ain't It Enough

Methamphetamine

It's gonna rock you like a hurricane
It's gonna rock you 'til you lose sleep
It's gonna rock you 'til you're out of a job
It's gonna rock you 'til you're out on the street
It's gonna rock you 'til you're down on your knees
It's gonna have you begging pretty please
It's gonna rock you like a hurricane
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Macyn waited for Willy to leave the room before scrambling to put her clothes back on. It had been like this for a long time, before the infection hit, and not usually when others were around. Not when she was as hurt as she was. Even a week after Willy had returned with Merle, the pain in her ribs was significant. They couldn't heal with how rough Willy was with her. At least her bruises and cuts were beginning to fade.
She never left the house anymore. With all the men to do the hunting, Willy told her to stay and do the cleaning and cooking; the things she was "meant to do." Macyn hadn't realized how much that month without Willy had built her spirits back up until he returned and they once again shattered like delicate glass on a concrete floor.
Daryl kept a distance, but she constantly felt his eyes on her. He was watching her for any signs of breaking altogether, although Macyn wasn't sure what Daryl thought he was going to do if he got confirmation that things were going too far. He had been spot on the morning he came into her room with the glass of water, but she wasn't about to let on that he was right. It could cost too many lives if Willy really lost it.
"Found some sports tape," Carol announced, knocking on Macyn's open door. "Thought it might help some with your ribs. I can help you with it."
Macyn gave her a small smile. "Thank you."
She lifted her shirt; Carol sat next to her on the bed. She tore off several strips of the thick tape before applying them as gently as possible to the younger woman's side.
"My husband, before he died, he beat me," Carol informed her. "I got good at taking care of these kinds of wounds."
"Willy's family was even more dysfunctional than mine," Macyn said. "Guess I've always told myself that as to why he does what he does."
"You could have better."
"Not like any of us have a lot of choices these days."
"What about Daryl?" Carol questioned, attempting to make the inquiry seem casual. "We all see the way he looks at you – the way you looked at him before Willy came back."
"He pushed me away," Macyn told Carol. "I understand why. Daryl and me, we're not so different. We both come from worlds that should make us just like Willy or Merle. But there's something in us, keeps us from being like them. Keeps us a little soft. Still, it's all we know – letting go. So we do it fast and soon. In a world gone to piss like this one has, it isn't a bad quality to possess."
Carol nodded. "Ribs are all taped up. You need anything, you let me know."
Macyn nodded. "Thank you, Carol."
Carol smiled back at her and left the room without another word. Macyn let out as deep of a breath as she could; Carol wasn't wrong, at all. Macyn didn't need to be told or have an example of why Daryl was a good man. She knew it, deep down. But he was too much like her. Better for him to stick with his brother and Macyn to stick with Willy; better for the both of them to stick with what they knew.
.&.
"I want you to teach me how to use this," Macyn said.
Daryl was sitting at the kitchen table, cleaning his own arrows when she set the crossbow on the table. "Where'd you get that?"
"Ammo closet, way in the back."
"Why do you want to use that?"
"Better for silent killings. Saves the ammo."
Daryl licked his lips. "And you want out of the house."
"Yeah," Macyn said, rolling her eyes. "I wasn't going to involve you in this but –"
"No one else is stupid enough to risk Willy Slater bein' pissed off at 'em after how shitfaced he was last night," Daryl chuckled, loading the arrows into the rack on his bow. "Get your boots on, let's get out of here quick."
Macyn smiled and went to her room for her boots. She checked to make sure that Willy was still passed out from his hangover then tiptoed down the hall and up the stairs with Daryl.
"Thank you, for doing this," she told him on their way to the woods. "Couldn't stay in that house one more second without losing my damn mind."
"Don't worry about it. Gotta get back in your good graces somehow."
Macyn kept her mouth shut. She wanted to tell him not to bother, but it didn't seem to be a very good way to show her appreciation for getting her out of the house. So, she said very little over the next couple of hours before the two of them returned to the house, Macyn with new hunting skills and the both of them with a couple of rabbits for cooking.
Carol was waiting at the bottom of the steps. "Willy's awake. He isn't happy, Macyn. You better stay away from him best you can."
Her eyes grew as she darted down the hall and into her room. Daryl dropped everything he was carrying in the kitchen and headed back for the bedrooms just as Willy pushed his way through Macyn's door.
"Hold on there, brother." Merle blocked him from going into the room after Willy, pulling him instead into the living room. "She's Willy's woman, Daryl. Gotta let that be."
"He's her woman so I gotta let him put his hands on her? It ain't right!"
Merle shook his head. "What have these people done to you? They softened you up – made you feel. That's the last thing you need in a world where the dead are risin' back up to eat the living."
"They did a fucking lot more for me than you did," Daryl yelled, pushing his brother back. "You left, Merle! You had that damn truck, you knew where that camp was at, and you left. They didn't leave me behind to figure it out for myself, brother."
Merle tilted his head and looked at his brother carefully. "You fucking this bitch?"
Daryl snapped. He threw one solid punch across Merle's eye before pushing him up against a wall.
"Don't you ever talk about her like that," Daryl growled into Merle's face. "She alone has done more for me than you have – she gave us a place to live."
He dropped his hands away from Merle's lapel. Merle laughed in his face, and Daryl couldn't take it. He mumbled something about fresh air before making his way up the stairs and out to the front porch.
.&.
Macyn tried to plead with Willy when he came into her room. "He was just showing me how to shoot the crossbow. That's all. I had to get out of the house."
"You mean had to get away from me," Willy argued through clenched teeth. "It's that brother of Merle's, isn't it? He's putting ideas in your head."
"No," Macyn answered firmly, shaking her head. "Daryl's got nothing to do with this."
"Daryl," Willy mocked before spitting on her. "Look at everything I gave you, Macyn! You never would have made it this long without me. Daryl was on the move, on the road. That ain't no kind of security. You're better off here, with me."
Macyn nodded; at this point, she would tell him whatever he wanted to hear. "Of course, Willy. You're right. I'm better of here … with you."
"Or maybe I'll just have a word with Daryl about it," Willy snarled, pulling a gun from the back of his waistband.
"No!" Macyn cried, blocking the door. "This has nothing to do with him. I'm here, with you. That's all that matters, right?"
"Prove it to me," Willy whispered in her ear, his hand gripping her chin. "Lock the door."
Macyn did as he said. She didn't have to ask what kind of proof he wanted; she already knew. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head just as Willy flipped off the light switch.
.&.
As they cleaned up the kitchen that night, Glenn leaned against the counter and shook his head.
"Daryl's right. We can't let this go on."
"I think Daryl's got his own reasons for wanting that shit to stop," T-Dawg mumbled, earning a pointed look from Glenn. "I'm not saying I disagree with you, I'm just saying he's on a different page with it."
Rick exchanged glances with Lori. "What are we supposed to do? It's Willy's place."
"That's right," Merle chimed in. "Just like I told Daryl – it's his woman."
"And Daryl was right, too," Dale chimed in. "It still isn't right."
"We're not the law here," Lori said. "We can't act like it at every place we get the chance to stay. Come on, Carl. Bedtime."
Rick watched his wife and son walk back to the bedrooms, then rubbed his eyes. "Lori's right. The law that was isn't the law anymore."
"Morally, you can't let this happen anymore," Carol piped up. "I know I don't usually have much of a say. I'm another mouth to feed, another woman to protect. If someone hadn't protected me from Ed though, I may not be here at all, and I'm grateful for that. Macyn, she wants out. She doesn't want Willy."
"You're going to have to make her walk away from it," Andrea posited.
"That won't be easy," Carol agreed. "But if we can have the gumption to move on – to tell her she can be one of us and have some protection – maybe she'll be able to move on, too."
"We'd be asking her to leave a lot," Rick said. "But it would be better for her. Better for all of us. Having everything we have here isn't exactly worth it when there's a price to pay. If we can make Macyn see that, it'll be for the better."
"Then we gather resources," Dale said. "I don't like the idea of stealing, but if Willy is left here on his own, he won't need as much to get him through. Over the next week or two, we all take what we can get, bit by bit. Stow it away however we can and when we can get Macyn out, we move on."
Rick nodded. "I'll tell Daryl when he comes back in. You all get some rest – we'll work out more tomorrow if we need to."
"I just hope Macyn can last that long," Carol finished.
.&.
"Willy is taking me out hunting," Rick announced with a pointed look at Daryl. "We'll be back in a couple hours; maybe less if we get lucky."
Daryl nodded and waited for a good fifteen minutes after hearing the top door shut before going to find Macyn.
She was in the laundry nook, trading clothes from the washer to the dryer. Daryl thought back to the day he had found her in here and asked her to go to the pond with him. The smile on her face when she turned around and saw him ... He certainly wasn't expecting that now, but it was a pleasant memory.
"We're leaving."
Macyn turned to him, this time with a frown. "What do you mean you're leaving?"
"We can't stay here. When it was just you, it was fine. You were part of our group. Now it's like you and Willy, then us, with Merle somewhere in between. Willy, he isn't good people."
"You think I don't know that?"
"Oh, I think you know better than anyone," Daryl answered. "That's why we want you to come with us. We'll get you away from Willy. You'll be safe with this group - with me."
Macyn bit her lip, seeming to consider the option. "What about Merle? Him and Willy are close now."
"Staying or going will be Merle's choice." He took a deep breath, walked forward to take her hands in his. "Macyn, the biggest mistake I ever made was to go and tell you I couldn't be a part of your life or have you in mine. I was stupid and foolish and scared. Please, say you'll come with us. If you do, I swear I will never let anyone hurt you again, including me."
Tears welled in her eyes. "What changed, Daryl? You were foolish and scared before, what's so different now?"
Daryl pulled Macyn to his chest. "I may still be foolish and stupid about somethings, but the scared part changed. I was more scared of losing you and I am more scared of seeing Willy keep hurting you, than I'm scared of letting someone too close and gettin' hurt later. You're worth more than that. I don't think you know it because it's been too long since someone tried to show you, but you are, Macyn. You're absolutely worth it."
She wrapped her arms around his middle. "If you promise not to ever push me away again, I will go with you."
His heart soared with relief. "I promise."
"Well, the exception to that would be if I was, ya know, rose up and trying to kill you or someone else. In which case you better shoot me right through this quick-thinking brain."
Daryl chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I promise."
"When?" she asked, parting from him.
"Next couple of weeks. I know that seems like forever, but you've got to hold out. I'll watch close and if things get too bad, me and you will leave ahead of the others. It won't be easy, but we can't just up and leave with nothing."
She nodded. "I get it. I'll do what I can on that end."
"All right. Better get back to that laundry."
Macyn nodded. She wanted to ask him if Merle knew what was going on, and, if he did, just what was keeping him from telling Willy that Macyn was preparing to leave him. No sense in upsetting things with Daryl when they were just getting back to good. Merle Dixon was going to be a bridge Macyn would either have to cross or burn when she got to it.

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SierraaDixon SierraaDixon
4/24/14
Omg whats coming next I'm so excited to find out.
Amazing chapter loved it :-)
Ceeekes Ceeekes
10/23/13
So damn cute! Love this story! :)
Dixon'sVixon Dixon'sVixon
10/17/13
I still love it :-)
Ceeekes Ceeekes
10/16/13
I love this x
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10/8/13