Daryl and Merle Dixon are known around for their involvement in the local biker gang as well as their involvement in the drug market. When Merle is hospitalized after gang stand off things begin to go to shit. When Daryl meets 17 year old Beth Greene in the hospital he realizes he isn't the only one with issues.
OR,
In which Daryl is in a biker gang
Beth tries to kill herself
And Merle finds Jesus
warning: mention of violence and mention of self harm please be cautious when reading
"You said, see look that's yours
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how they resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers"
"Blood Bank" -Bon Iver
Chapter 1
She was getting agitated.
Maybe it was the sleepless night in an uncomfortable hospital bed. Or maybe it was the man in the hallway pacing back and forth in front of her door.
Beth could hear the heals of his boots clicking with each step. Over and over and over.
Each time he passed Beth felt her eyebrows furrow a little tighter. Her eyes squinting a little narrower.
She normally wasn't easily agitated. In fact, Beth Greene was a patient, caring, and tender girl.
Even when baby Judith, The child of a family friend that she watched, would fling her food from her high chair Beth did not get annoyed. She would simply bend over and pick up the discarded cheerios, casting a smile at the mischievous baby before pouring fresh ones on to her plate.
But today was a different day. And a whole hell of a lot had happened in the last twenty four hours. She was restless and felt like complete shit. So as she heard him pass once and then two times more past her opened door she found herself pulling up out of bed in a huff.
She tugged on a cardigan that her sister Maggie had brought her from home (Being mindful of the IV sticking out of her arm, of course) and stomped her way to the open door.
She watched him pass by again and before she realized it was she sticking her head out of the door frame and sneered out
"Will you stop that?"
She watched him freeze and look over his shoulder down at her. She could see the confusion written across his face. As if he was surprised to see someone talking to him that way.
He turned then and faced her fully. His eyes a burning blue that almost, almost, made her want to forget the whole incident. But almost was not close enough.
"What you want, girl?" he spat out at her.
"I would like you to stop pacing up and down the hallway in front of my door like you're havin' a temper tantrum," She blurts out. Damn, she was feeling really bold today.
His face twisted from confusion to absolute annoyance. She didn't stand simply glared back up at him with eyes that were just as blue.
Beth stepped out of the hospital room pulling her IV stand along with her. His face softened a little. It wasn't pity. Beth could see that. It flicked into something else. Understanding would be a better word for it.
"If I'm annoyin' you so much then close your damn door," He breathed out. And it was like all of the energy was drained from him in that one sentence. He found the indented bench in the wall and sat down with a huff. His head falling into his hands in defeat.
"You're gonna rub your feet off if you pace so much," She commented, she followed after him her body slumping to the bench beside him. He turned his head to look at her, his hands still holding the side of his head as if he was trying to keep it on.
He examined her for a moment before Beth felt the need to speak. "You pacin' like that for any particular reason?"
She wasn't sure what had gotten into her. Maybe it was the emotional roller coaster that her life had been lately. But in mere seconds she was far from annoyed, very far from the angry girl that had stepped out that door to chew his ear off. Now she was simply Beth Greene, the girl that she was before her life fell to shit.
He groaned loudly and turned his had away from her rubbing it into his hands. When he was satisfied he leaned back, his back pressing against the wall behind him.
"I'm in a hospital ain't that reason 'nough?" He asked shrugging his arm to the scenery around them.
White walls with white floors and white ceilings and the odd scent of bleach and oatmeal hanging in the air.
Her lips pulled up at the corners in a smile.
"And what brings you to the hospital today? Come here to pace in front of my room and piss me off?"
"Yeah girl, came here just for you," He slurred it out sarcastically. His lips twitching like he wanted to smirk but they fell again, into a scowl.
Beth wondered if his face was simply frozen that way. Into a saddened scowl that pulled all of his features in a downward slant.
"My brother's here," He said simply as if that explained everything.
Beth nodded. She understood, she really did. Watching someone you love in pain, it was hard. Next to impossibly hard. Her eyes flicked to her wrist quickly. She twitched and readjusted herself before looking away.
Her eyes fell on his face. He was staring at the white wall in front of them as if it had just called him a nasty name.
"Is he alright?" She decided to ask. He turned to look at her, he seemed to look like he had forgotten that she was even sitting there.
"Yeah," He muttered, "Merle's a tough bastard." He said the last part with a bit more conviction. "Got shot and the fool is acting like it was a damn bee bite," He said shaking his head a little.
Beth wanted to ask how the hell his brother had gotten himself shot, but then decided against it. Best to leave that alone.
"Well then why you pacin' around like he's on his death bed?" She asked in confusion.
The man shook his head and looked at her fully. She felt like she was really seeing him for the first time. He was handsome. His face looked warn, his hair short and sticking up in odd directions. She felt the need to flatten it out for him. But she didn't. She simply sat there and looked at him with soft eyes.
"You wouldn't understand," He said softly. It came out as a whisper. She felt her insides melt a little and her voice nearly broke when she responded, "You don't know that."
They continued to stare at each other in silence. The clicking of shoes caught the man's attention and he looked past her and down the hall.
"Beth?" A voice hung in the air.
Beth turned to the sound. Maggie, her sister, was standing at the corner of the hallway, her eyebrows raised in a very what-did-I-walk-in-on way.
"You actually out of bed or am I seein' things?" Maggie asked, not missing a beat. She stepped forward and Beth suddenly realized how odd the pair must look right now. The man beside her leaning back against the wall and Beth leaning towards him.
She felt her skin flush but quickly swallowed it down without a second thought.
She rolled her eyes at her sister. "Ha- Ha, Maggie," Beth responded, "I can still walk."
Maggie simply shrugged at her and looked to the man next to her. Beth could see him shifting uncomfortably out of the corner of her eye.
"Whose this?" Maggie asked looking at her sister with raised eyebrows. Beth wanted to blush like crazy and tell her sister to go away for maybe ten more minutes. But she didn't.
Beth looked to the man beside her and a smile fell on her lips and in a light shrug she simply stated, "I unno."
She heard him let out a breathy laugh before standing.
He looked down at Beth with his deep blue eyes and smirked only a little before beginning to walk away.
"See you 'round, Beth," He called before stepping a few doors away and disappearing into a room that she assumed was his brother's.
Maggie looked at Beth with a shit eating grin plastered on her face. Beth began to move without looking at Maggie. "Who was that hot piece of ass?"
"Holy shit, Maggie! Stop!" Beth bellowed as Maggie giggled like a school girl behind her.
Hello all
I have not written a fic in a while
I also have never written a Bethyl story
SOOOO I decided why not.
Chapters are short.
I will probably post them in bursts.
I have like 6 chapters done already.
Anyywayyy who knows how this will go
It was kind of a random thing.
Also listen to the songs that I quote in the beginning.
They inspired this story.
ALSO AGES:
Daryl-24
Beth-17
Merle-30
Maggie-22
Glenn-23