A/N: Here is a little Bethyl story for y'all for Halloween. I originally intended on it being a one shot but that's no longer the case. It will have a few more parts to it. I hope y'all enjoy it and please leave a review.

Hocus Pocus

Part I

Beth quickly opened the front door when she heard Daryl's truck coming up the driveway.

She did her best to hide her smile as she watched Celia climb out of the truck followed by Daryl who looked as if he had recently been told some horrible news.

"How did it go?" She asked as Celia ran past her and Daryl bent down to place a kiss on her cheek.

"Our daughter is crazy," he said so Celia wouldn't overhear him. "How tha hell do ya think it went?"

"Well, did she at least settle on a costume?" She asked, following him into the house.

"What do ya think?" He snapped.

"Hey, you do not get to be snippy with me, Mr. Dixon. I asked you a simple question and that's it."

He sat down in the recliner and stared up at her.

"I know," he said with a sigh, "Do you know what it's like ta go shoppin' with that girl? We was only s'posed ta go ta one place an' get 'er somethin' but..."

"But she batted her lashes, pouted a little and said 'pretty please daddy'?" Beth finished.

Daryl nodded and buried his face in his hands with a groan. "She wants me ta dress up as some damn prince or some shit," he mumbled behind his hands.

Beth giggled and sat down on the couch.

"Aw hell, ya knew what she wanted, didn't ya?"

"Yeah, I did. But I didn't think you would have a problem with it. You dressed up as the scarecrow last year when she went as Dorothy."

"You was there too. She had ya dress up as that good witch. Why ain't she tryin' ta get ya dress up with 'er 'stead a me?"

"Daryl, don't be like that. She wanted her daddy to dress up with her, not me. Besides, if I were to dress up this year the only thing I can go as is a whale or the Goodyear blimp."

He chuckled and laid his head back against the chair.

"Don't you dare laugh, Daryl Dixon. You are the one who did this to me."

He smiled over at her. "Yeah, an' I didn't hear ya complainin'."

She shook her head and smiled back at him. "I'll talk to her and see if she's willin' to compromise for her daddy but don't be surprised if you end up wearin' tights. You know she's stubborn and she always gets her way, especially with you."

"Jus' like 'er mama," he muttered and then huffed when Beth chunked a pillow from the couch at him but kept smiling.

Celia huffed and put her hands on her hips as she marched into the living room.

"Mommy, tell Daddy he has ta dress up as Prince Charmin' fer me."

Daryl snorted. "Damn girl, I know ya tell me what ta do but ya best be nice. Mama tells us both what ta do."

She snapped her head towards her daddy and said, "I'm not talkin' ta you."

"Celia Annette Dixon, what is wrong with you? That is no way to talk to your daddy!"

"But…," she stomped her foot. "Daddy was mean an' said I couldn't go as Cinderella 'casue he wasn't goin' as Prince Charmin'."

"I don't care if your daddy was mean or not, if you keep on with that attitude you won't go as Cinderella or anythin' else for Halloween. Now go to your room."

"You're mean, mommy," Celia said as she stormed off.

"Beth, c'mon. She didn't mean anythin' by that. She's jus' mad at me."

Beth shook her head. "Daryl, you always do this. Every time I get onto her, you try to take up for her. I used to think it was cute, her bein' a daddy's girl and all, but now it's gettin' to be too much. She can't always get her way. I know you don't like seein' her mad or anythin' but you have to deal with it. Next time she talks to you like that, you better get onto her for it."

"Celia's right, ya are mean. I'm startin' ta thinkin' that kid in ya is part evil or some shit like that."

Beth narrowed her eyes. "You want to go to your room, too?"

Daryl pushed himself up out of the chair and knelt down in front of her.

"I'm sorry, baby, but ya know she wasn't gettin' no attitude with either a us. She jus' wanted ya tell me I had ta go as as what she wanted me to. She didn't mean nothin' by it."

"I know. I just don't want her actin' like a spoiled brat."

"But she ain't. Ever'one is always sayin' how polite she is an' she's got good manners. That's all thanks ta her mama. Now, are ya still gon' talk ta 'er 'bout what she's goin' as?"

"Yes, I will, Daryl but I think she can sweat it out for a little bit. I don't want her thinkin' she can get her way by actin' like that or by havin' her daddy sweet talk her mama."

"Jus' don't wait too long," he said and leaned in to kiss her. "Halloween is this weekend."

"I won't wait too long but in the meantime, I better get us all fed."

"Naw, stay here an' watch a movie. Me an' Celia will fix somethin' ta eat."

"Thank you."

"Daddy, is mommy mad at me?" Celia asked while handing him the taco shells and tortillas.

"Naw, baby girl. Mama ain't mad at ya. She jus' don't like it when ya act an' talk like that an' I'm with 'er on it. It's one thing to be jokin' 'round with us but if ya was ta slip up an' act like that with someone else, we'd both be upset with ya."

"I didn't mean to, daddy."

"I know ya didn't an' mama knows it too. Here," he handed her a plate, "carry that ta mama an' tell yer sorry fer actin' like ya did then come get yer plate."

"Yes sir."

Celia carried the plate into the living room and climbed up on the couch beside her mama.

"I'm sorry, mommy. I didn't mean ta make ya mad."

Beth sat her plate down on the side table and pulled Celia closer to her. "Oh sweetie, I'm not mad. I'm just upset that you would talk to your daddy like that."

"I won't do it again, mommy. I promise."

"You better not or Halloween won't be the only thing you miss out on."

She didn't miss the little pout on Celia's face but she let it go and kissed her forehead before the girl jumped down and ran to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Daryl and Celia emerged with their plates and some drinks.

"What're we watchin'?" Daryl asked as he sat down next to Beth and Celia sat down on the floor in front of them.

"Hocus Pocus," she replied without taking her eyes off of the tv.

"Hmm, since you think I'm so mean maybe I should go as a pregnant Winnie for Halloween," Beth said quietly so only Daryl could hear her.

"Nah, you should go as Sarah. She's tha hot one."

"Gross," Beth laughed.

"Daddy!" Celia gasped and started to climb onto the couch. "I know what we can go as fer Halloween!"

Daryl chuckled. "Ya better take that up with mama. Far as I know there ain't gon' be no Halloween this year."

She pouted a little and batted her lashes as she looked over at her mama.

"Nope," Beth shook her head. "That only works on daddy, not me."

"Yeah," Daryl pulled Celia into his lap and tickled her. "I thought ya only batted them lashes at me. 'Sides, ya can't use that on mama, that's where ya get it from."

Celia giggled and Daryl laughed.

"Mommy, please! Please can we have Halloween?"

"Yeah, mama, please," Daryl joined in on the begging.

"And you think she gets that from me?"

"Please, mommy?"

"Fine. If y'all really want to do Halloween, we will. But, y'all both have to listen and drop the attitudes. Deal?"

"Should we take this deal?" Daryl whispered in Celia's ear.

"Yeah," she said with a nod.

"Alright, we accept," Daryl said.

"I swear. Y'all are goin' to drive me crazy."

"Jus' wait 'til tha baby gets 'ere an' there's three of us," Daryl said, sticking his tongue out at her.

Beth groaned but smiled. "Lord, please help me."

"Okay, Silly Anne. What can we go as fer Halloween?"

"We can dress up as Hocus Pocus! Daddy, you can go as Billy Butcherson an' Mommy, you can go as Sarah Sanderson."

"And who will you be?" Beth asked.

"I can be Dani!"

"I don't know, sweetie. I wasn't plannin' on dressin' up with y'all this year. I'm just goin' with y'all as a chaperone so someone doesn't let you eat too much candy."

"Daddy?"

"Can we think 'bout fer a lil' while? I don't know if I want ta be Billy Butcherson."

"Okay," Celia said, climbing off her daddy's lap to finish eating.

"You just broke that little girl's heart."

"I told 'er we'd think 'bout so we can find somethin' else."

"Is there a reason you don't want to go as Billy Butcherson?"

"Hell yeah there is. I don't like them damn things. I'd rather go as that scarecrow again."

"I'll see if we can come up with somethin' else when I put her to bed later. But like I said earlier, don't be surprised if you end up havin' to wear tights, Mr. Dixon."