Chapter 1
"What changed your mind?"
Beth had been trying to convince him that there are still good people left in the world. 'I don't think the good ones survived.' But, Beth did. She's still here, always reminding him to have faith, always telling him that they would find their family and, keeping him alive. "You know…" He said. Beth released a smile. "What?" She asked. He looked at her for a moment, and then shrugged an 'I don't know'. "Don't." Beth mimicked him, "What changed your mind?" Daryl looked at her, his eyes told her everything what she needed to know. She changed his mind. Realization hit her, heart skipping a beat. She wasn't sure what to say so she settled with "Oh." Daryl stared at her and before she could even respond, cans rattled on the front porch. "I'mma give that mutt one more chance." Daryl said, putting his jelly down and grabbing a jar of pig's feet.
Daryl walked down the hall and opened the door to find the dog staring at him with its eye, and wagging its tail. The dog has mangy, what used to be white, but now, grey fur. "Hey boy, here." He said while offering a pig's foot. The dog backed away slightly. "It's okay, don' be afraid." Daryl said, offering the pig's foot again, his other hand reaching out to touch the dog, it lowered its head and walked slowly towards Daryl, tail slightly wagging. The dog happily took the pig in its mouth and ran inside the funeral house and went straight under the kitchen table. "Oh my god, Daryl, can we keep him?" Beth asked excitedly, still sitting. "I dunno Beth, he might have an owner out there." It's true, there's a possibility that the dog might have an owner looking for him. "But what if he doesn't? Can we keep him? I bet he ain't got a warm bed to sleep in since the dead started walking." Beth said, looking at the dog sympathetically. "Fine, we'll keep him for the night, but when someone comes ta get 'im, we give 'im, 'kay?" Daryl said as Beth got up and limped-ran to him and hugged him. "Thanks." Daryl nodded and hugged her back awkwardly as his lips curved into a small smile. Both slowly pulled away from each other, Daryl's hands are on her elbows, supporting her while her hands are on his forearms. "You never answered me, ya know." Beth teased. "Let's go ta bed." Daryl grumbled, Beth grinned. "You mean the casket? How can ya even sleep on that thing?" Beth asked jokingly. "Well, there ain't really a fine bed that you can sleep in nowadays, so… If you want, I'll let ya sleep in it sometimes." Daryl said, smirking a little. "I'd rather sleep on the floor. We have blankets anyway. Bullet here-" motioning to the dog "-can sleep beside me." Beth said, sitting back down on her chair. "You already named the damn dog?" Daryl asked. "if he doesn't have an owner out there, might as well keep 'im." Daryl shook his head, "But-" Beth interrupted him. "No buts, we're keepin' 'im." Before, if someone interrupted him while speaking, especially by a lady, he would be pissed, but with Beth, he doesn't mind. "Fine, Greene." He grumbled, acting like he doesn't want the dog around, but deep down he actually likes having the dog around, but he will never admit that to Beth. "So, Bullet huh?" Daryl asked, sitting back on his own chair, opposite to where Beth is. "Yeah, I like that name. Plus I saw one of his scars, it looked like from a bullet wound" Daryl shook his head but smiled.
A/N: I've had this idea since 'Alone' and I know a lot has used this plot but bear with me here. This story is going to be a bit different. A bit, because I haz some surprises along the way. :D
I wasn't planning on uploading this story but I just couldn't bear the thought of my babies still separated so I just wanted to share what I created in my mind. Oh, sorry if Daryl and Beth are ooc in this story, but contain your feelings because this ain't a slow burn ;)
Anyway, I hope you liked my story and please, please, please tell me if I should continue this story or not. I know it's a little short but reviews are much appreciated. Thank you and Bethyl on!
- laughing at my boredom