Prompt: "I got an idea for a bethyl prompt : Daryl is a rockstar and Beth is his biggest fan :) I don't have much to add to it though."
Everybody in the world knew who he was, especially 18-year-old Beth Greene, who had barely left her family's farm, much less traveled the entire globe. Her older sister Maggie had always thought her childish for falling head-over-heels for somebody she had never seen anywhere other than their livingroom television or her laptop. Whenever Beth saw his face on the screen, his long hair, his trademark bikers jacket with angel's wings sewn in the back, and Beth's personal favorite, his good looks, her heart lept with longing to meet him in real life. She had never loved him to the point of knowing his band's lyrics or fighting over Twitter for him, but she loved him enough on the inside to know that she was truly Daryl Dixon's biggest fan.
It was a sunny spring Monday and Hershel (their father) had asked them to go to the well and water the cattle while he finished his regular business. Golden-green fields of wheat and wildflowers stretched for miles up to the edge of the horizon as far as they could see, waving in the wind at them as they walked silently through them, listening to the bustling noise it made. The only sound between them was the clink of their metal buckets and the squish of their sneakers in the dewy ground. Finally, Maggie broke the silence to talk about something Beth probably couldn't have cared less about, but she pretended to listen intently, turning her ear over to her sister.
"You know who's coming to our stadium tonight?" Beth rolled her eyes, expecting it to be some folk singer her sister loved, and she looked up at her sister, stopping to face her next to the well. "No." she quaintly shook her head and bent over to get the water and Maggie did the same as she spoke. "That Dale man." Maggie paused to wipe her forehead after splashing water from the well all over her face, but Beth's eyes were wide and she had stopped working completely. "What? Daryl? You mean Daryl?" Maggie continued getting water from the well, not paying attention to her sister's excited tone. "Yeah, that. Daddy got you tickets, but he told me not to tell you until you got all your stuff done." Beth had dropped the bucket and was standing there with her eyes like a wide with excitement. "Oh, for God sakes, stop acting like such a child! You look like a deer in headlights. They're just damn tickets for a concert that 13 year-old girls go to. Grow up, Beth!" Maggie rolled her eyes again and slapped her in the shoulder playfully. She bent over and snatched Beth's bucket of spilled water off the muddy ground, saying "Good thing it's for the cows." she said, filling it and showing it into Beth's limp arms and sloshing it all down her pale blue tanktop. "UGH!" she yelled in disgust as the cool water seeped through to her stomach, sticking to her body. "Bitch!" Maggie cackled and Beth turned on her heel, throwing the bucket back at Maggie as she stormed back to the farmhouse to change.
Beth rushed over to the mirror that hung on the back of her door, looking at herself. She didn't look anything like the plain, delicate, young Beth as she usually did- she looked mature. She had chosen a brand new black dress that hugged her legs and made her look much older, clicking her feet on the floor to remind herself that she was wearing black heels. She was proud of herself for looking so grown up, her golden-blonde hair flowing in curly locks down just past her shoulders and she swiped her lips one last time with her sisters pale pink lipgloss before strutting down the hall to show her sister how she looked.
She had been bobbing her head to the music next to her annoyed sister all night, but at least Maggie had agreed to get her a beer with her ID. She was dancing around and singing along when suddenly, she looked to the grass floor of the outside stadium. There she saw it- the most beautiful thing she had seen all night: a shiny, black, laminated card about the size of her hand that was hanging on a blank lanyard. She picked it up, her heart racing, looking around wildly to make sure nobody saw what she had in her hands. Beth couldn't believe her eyes and so she read it over and over just to be sure that the writing didn't magically change between each line. Maggie was eyeing her confusedly, and finally shoved her. "What's that?" Maggie said, snatching the pass out of her hands, reading it, and then rolling her eyes once again as she handed it back to Beth. "Hey-" Maggie started, but paused as she grabbed the lanyard, read the name inscribed on it, and started speaking again, "Gabrielle. Its almost two, you've gotta be back there by 2:30. You should go if you're gonna make it back there." Maggie smiled keenly and shoved her sister toward the stadium. "Beth, GO!" She yelled above the crowd and Beth gave a feeble wave before turning around and sprinting toward the stadium with excitement.
A/n: I think I might make this into a story instead of leaving it a lonely, unfinished one-shot! What do you guys think?