Bars had never been Rebecca's favorite scene. They were loud, crowded, and full of men who couldn't take a hint. Yet, somehow, she found herself sitting in one, drinking a beer. The small town of Fontana, Georgia didn't have much in the way of night life, so basically everyone swarmed to Jake's on Friday nights.
She took a long drink, before looking around the bar at the other patrons. She had been dragged out by her neighbor Emily, for a night out. Of course, upon their arrival, Emily was pulled away by a group of people. This left Rebecca sitting alone at the bar, a drink in her hand, and a bored expression on her face. Her eyes finally landed on the girl across the room, who was flirting with a group of guys.
Becca could only sigh and roll her eyes. It didn't look like she would be hanging out with Emily after all. She turned back around and looked at the bar in front of her. This was going to be a long night.
Daryl Dixon was bored to say the least. Merle had dragged him out for a night at the bar but disappeared almost as soon as they arrived. He looked around, searching for a person who looked at least semi-interesting enough to talk to. His eyes fell on a dark-haired woman sitting alone at the bar, drinking a beer. She was alone, that is, until a very drunk man staggered towards her and invaded her personal space. She appeared quite calm about the entire situation until he decided that he wanted to put his hand just a few inches too close to her ass.
Daryl watched as her jaw clenched, and she smacked the man's arm. He watched her face contort in anger as the man said something she obviously didn't like. The man gripped her arm and got closer, causing the girl to pale exponentially. Normally, Daryl wouldn't have interfered, but something stirred inside him. Daryl shot across the bar, shoving through people to get to the bar.
He reached the pair in record time, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "Hey. You wanna get yer hand offa her?" he grunted. The girl's wide eyes shot up and looked at him in surprise.
The man kept his hand on her arm but turned to look at Daryl. "What? This yer bitch 'r somehtin'?" he slurred drunkenly.
Daryl sneered at the man. "Matter of fact, yeah. She is. So why don't you back the hell off, so I don't beat yer stupid ass form here 'till kingdom come." He threatened.
The man simply glared at Daryl before releasing the woman and shoving past him. "Dumb bitch ain't even that hot." He grumbled.
Daryl looked at the woman, who was obviously a bit shaken. "You alrigh'?" he asked, cautiously approaching her.
She nodded, looking up at him as she rubbed her arm. "Yeah. I'm alright. Thank you for that. He was really…"
"An asshole." Daryl finished for her when she trailed off.
She chuckled quietly. "Yeah. An asshole. I'm Rebecca, by the way. Rebecca Dillon. But most people just call me Becca." She said, holding a hand out to shake.
Daryl shook it and nodded. "Daryl Dixon." He said shortly.
"You here by yourself? Not to pry, but, I was just curious. My…friend, ditched me. So now I'm alone." She said awkwardly.
Daryl couldn't help but chuckle quietly at her. "Yeah, I'm alone. My brother is here somewhere, but I got ditched like an ugly prom date the second we got here." He explained.
"Well, if you're interested, we could be alone together?" she suggested. She scrunched her eyebrows and shook her head. "That probably sounded really weird. I just meant- "
"I gotcha. I'll sit with ya." Daryl said, shaking his head in amusement. He sat beside her and ordered two beers for them. When they arrived, he slid one her way.
"So, Dixon, tell me about yourself."
One Year Later
Daryl watched from the couch as Becca came into the living area from the kitchen, holding a beer in either hand. She handed hi one of the beers as she sat down beside him. Becca had rented a small two-bedroom house and had offered Daryl to stay with her. He turned down the offer, deciding to stick with Merle. It wasn't too far from where his house was, so he was over there quite a bit.
Becca had met his brother, Merle. She wasn't particularly fond of the man, especially when the first thing he called her was and "Uppity Bitch". She strongly disliked the way he treated Daryl, and the things he allowed to happen to him. Following one near-death experience in his twenties, Daryl gradually came to view himself as an unimportant individual who held no value or purpose in life.
When he met that dark haired girl in that crowded bar, he never dreamed that they would be where they were now. She had been everything he wasn't- educated, personable, loveable. It took quite some time, but she finally wore him down, and they had become close quickly.
Now, Becca and Daryl sat comfortably on the couch, watching a cartoon. Becca leaned into Daryl's side, putting her head on his shoulder. He placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Daryl had never thought that he would be in a situation that was so…domestic. But there he sat with the woman he had come to love, drinking a beer, and watching some goofy cartoon movie.
Everything seemed…right. Peaceful, even. As they sat in comfortable silence, A loud noise erupted from the television. It was an emergency broadcast.
"This is an emergency service announcement broadcasting countrywide. A state of emergency has been declared. There have been reports of attacks and riots across the country. If citizens chose to stay in their homes, they are urged to be near their radio and await further instructions. Moving into the city of Charlotte, Atlanta, or Orlando may become necessary in order to insure the safety of all citizens."
The message repeated on a loop as Becca looked up at Daryl. "What do we do?" she asked timidly.
He took the beer from her hand and put it on the side table, then stood up. "You go pack yer clothes. Only the necessities, Bex. Clothes, a few toiletries, anything that'll fit in a duffel bag. I'll get food and weapons. Put it in yer car, and we'll get over ta Merle."
Becca cringed at the mention of his brother.
"I know ya don't like him, but- "Daryl started.
"But he's family. I know. Go on, get started. I'll go pack yer stuff. Get ready to go." She insisted, standing up and nodding.
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "Fifteen minutes, then we head out."
Becca nodded and rushed to her room to pack. What was going on?
