So this is my first Walking Dead story and its from a Bethyl challenge some time back that I forgot to post. But this is a Walking Dead Fairy tale based on the Tin Soldier story by Hans Christian Anderson. Its 3 chapter so I hope you like this, like I said this is my first time writing Daryl and Beth.
The young boy was carrying a small box to his room. He was so excited to finally have his own set of little toy soldiers. Everybody at school was ranting about how much fun they were and how every boy in his grade had one. The moment he got home the little boy begged and pleaded to his father to get him a set, but the little boy didn't know that his family had run into hard times and couldn't afford such things. But the boys father didn't want his son to know about this. So he sighed and placed a hand on his child's small shoulders. "Carl, I might have a box of them up in the attic. Why dont you help me fine it and they can be yours."
Now hours later with they sun almost setting Carl carefully placed the old Tin soldiers in a row until he pulled out the last one and found something different, the last one was missing a leg.
"Hmm, I wonder how that happened?" Just then Carl's mother called for him. "Carl, dinners ready!" " OK, mom."
As she stepped out of his room his mom called out again "Can you get Judith for me? She's been playing for hours now."
Carl sighed, but opened the door next to him and found his sister playing on the floor. "Hey Judy, dinners ready."
The little four year old looked up and smiled. "OK, help me up?" Carl smiled and stretched out his hand only to stop when he realized that he was still holding the soldier in his hand. "Hang on a sec Judy."
Carl looked around to find a spot for the toy and found one next to the music box ballerina. After setting the Tin soldier down he reached for his sister hand "I'll come back for that later." and the two left the room quickly.
Once everything was quiet once again the musical ballerina turned around and smiled down at the new comer. "Hello there, my name is Ballerina Beth." She watched as the Tin soldier slowly hunched his shoulder and mumbled a greeting. "Daryl, army toy." Beth smiled "Yes, I can see." The cautious toy soldier turned around to look at the pretty music box and grumpily said "from where yer standin' I'm sure you can see everything."
The blonde ballerina looked down at her own legs. "Oh! Well I can remedy that." and like a butterfly unfurling its wings, Daryl watched, in amazement, as Beth made her way down to him. When she almost slipped Daryl hopped over to catch her around her small waist and gently put her down, she could only smile bigger.
"Thank you Daryl!" The Tin soldier blushed "was nothin'." Beth shook her head "But it was." Both were quiet for a moment, then Beth started asking questions again. For the rest of the evening they talked about anything and everything that came to mind and they only stopped when they heard booming sounds coming closer. Beth quickly gave Daryl a hug.
"wha's that for?" a blush began to appear on his cheeks "for talking to me. It gets kind of lonely sometimes and...I'm only a music box and not really a toy. So no one likes to be around me." Daryl couldn't believe that and wanted to say so, but Beth was already up on her stand.
As he looked up to her, Beth gave him one last smile "Until next time?" she nearly gasped when he gave a small smile back. "Till next time." Then the two settled in their spots and waited until the next time that they could talk again, both could feel something growing between them, but neither could really name it.
I hoped you liked it!
