A.N: Hey! I'm back with a second chapter! In which we will no doubt see countless exhibits of fluffiness. Sorry if it's as awful as I think it is and sorry if it seems a bit, I don't know... Stupid? The plot bunnies grabbed me, tied me up and shoved me down the rabbit hole... *Nervous laugh*. Well I'm rambling so I'll just let everyone go ahead and read now...

Also a huge thanks to these people: MsIloveVampires, Wiza123, Evangeline Dixon, Zombieslayer5, deanandjo4ever1, 1rockstar, Monikou, asdf5101 and lismrocks.

Daryl pulled his quilt up to his chin, the thin sheet was serving as his shield against any and all sinister beings that may lurk in the shadows of his room. His sweaty palms clung tightly to the sheet and he twitched nervously at every creak of the house. The moonlight streamed through the window and cast his toys in an eerie glow – which terrified him even more. He hugged the raggedy little teddy bear to his chest and his gaze nervously flitted from one dark corner of his room to another. He was terrified and it was all his idiot brother's fault.

Several hours prior, at nine-thirty at night, Daryl had felt perfectly fine. He was out in the living room with Merle. Daryl's eyes had flicked over to the T.V screen.
"What's that Merle?" Daryl asked, pointing at the screen with his brow knitted.
"'S a zombie." Merle had answered, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Daryl paused from scribbling wildly in his colouring book.
"Hey, how come that guy shot my zombie?!" Daryl asked, outraged that the beloved zombie had been shot.
"Zombies are evil, you'd shoot 'em too." Merle said, only half paying attention to his younger brother.
"Nuh-uh. I'd take 'em to a big ol' farm where they could be safe." Daryl thoughtfully nodded. Daryl returned his attention to the colouring book. He watched as the zombie on screen lumbered toward a woman and sank its teeth into her, a look of both shock and horror came across his face.
"See, zombies are evil." Merle said, whistling at the amount of gore the T.V movie was showing. Daryl abandoned his colouring book and jumped up on the sofa next to his brother.
"Can I watch?!" Daryl asked with great enthusiasm. Merle squinted for a moment.
"Ain't gonna scare ya?" He asked. Daryl shook his head no. Merle shrugged and the two returned their attention to the screen.

Now though, Daryl wasn't feeling as brave. He would venture to say he was feeling pretty scared, actually. He sucked in a big breath, grabbed his baseball bat and teddy, and ran to the hallway. He felt like he was going to cry – which Merle had explicitly explained to him he wasn't supposed to do.

Merle!

Six year old Daryl Dixon tucked his teddy under his arm and felt around in the dark for the doorway to his brother's room. When he reached the doorway, he cracked open the door to see Merle lying tangled up in all the sheets and sleeping soundly. The younger Dixon wondered how his older brother could possibly be sleeping when zombies could flood their home at any minute! He hurried over to his brother's bed and dried his damp eyes before shaking Merle.

Merle let out a frustrated groan and cracked an eye.
"The hell ya doin' outta bed?" He whispered in a cross tone. Daryl shrugged. Merle's senses suddenly returned and his usual shit-stirring grin took up residence on his face. "Ain't scared are ya, Darylina?" Merle said groggily. Daryl shook his head, his eyes hidden by his thick mop of hair.
"I was just makin' sure you weren't scared." The six-year old crossed his arms over his chest and stood up straight.
"That right, lil' brother? – Well, I ain't scared one bit, so take ya ass back ta bed." Merle drawled lazily with a lopsided grin as he began rolling back over.
"Not even a little bit?!" Daryl asked all-too-hopefully, Merle rolled back to face his brother.
"Nope, go on then." Merle said, shutting his eyes and snuggling down into the covers. Daryl clung to his teddy, he was running out of ideas.
"Merle, what if the zombies come into our house and – "
"Jesus, I knew that'd scare ya. Look around the room, kid. Ain't any zombies!" Merle's already thin patience was wearing even thinner.
"Merle, do you think to make sure that no zombies get you I should stay in here? Just in case you get scared." Daryl suggested.
"Will you shut up if I let ya stay in here with me?" Merle sighed, wincing almost painfully. Daryl quickly agreed and jumped up in the bed.

For the sixth time in the past five minutes, Merle found himself shrugging out of his six-year old brother's hug. Since climbing into bed with him the little boy had made it his mission to wrap Merle up in a big hug. In spite of Merle shrugging him off and the occasional whispered profanity the youngest Dixon remained undeterred.
"Would ya quit it already?" Merle growled angrily.
"Merle, I heard somethin'." Daryl squeaked fearfully.
"No ya damn well didn't." Merle rolled his eyes as he felt Daryl tugging at his shirt in search of a hug. "Hey – what's the big idea?" Merle grumbled as he unwrapped himself from Daryl's hold… Again.
"I can hear somethin' in the house! It's a zombie for sure!" As the loud crash sounded itself again, Daryl buried his face in Merle's pyjamas.
"Man, that's the neighbour's cat." Merle explained and pulled Daryl off him. The pair settled back in, if only momentarily. And Merle readied himself for a long night.

For the first time since watching the zombie movie, Daryl had a big, goofy smile on. Merle had become too tired and couldn't be bothered fighting off Daryl's hugs any longer and so Daryl's skinny arms were now wound tightly around Merle.
"Merle – promise ya never leave me behind when the zombies come, and we'll stick together. We'll be a team." Daryl yawned.
"Sure thing, baby bro." Merle said, his eyes remaining closed.
"Pinkie promise me." Daryl said, taking Merle's limp pinkie finger and wrapping his own around it. Merle began to subside to sleep, his pinkie still entwined with Daryl's.

A.N: Okay, that's all I got. I really encourage reviews, PMs, favorites and follows. (Who doesn't?). I hope you enjoyed it even though it's kinda lousy, I'd really appreciate if you took the time to give me some feedback or something. Oh, and I hope everyone is having a great start to 2014! Maybe this is the year the walker apocalypse will hit?

-Love and Kisses.

~Boo~