"We don't get to be upset." Beth Greene, the youngest of the Greene sisters, tells her older sister, Maggie, as their mother's body is carried away in a casket covered in lily flowers.
"I know . . . Where's Daddy and Shawn?" Maggie responded as she opens her umbrella and makes her way down the steps of the church. Beth follows closely, careful not to get hit by the rain.
"Talking with Father Gabriel real fast . . . Maggie?"
"Yes, Beth?"
"We've all got jobs to do." Beth says, spotting her sister let a tear slide down her cheek. "That's what Daddy always says."
Maggie looks at her sister with a small smile. "I know."
"Listen," Glenn says on the other line of Homicide Cop, Daryl Dixon. "I'm just saying, you need to at least take a day off. You've been wrapped up in your work ever since you became a cop. Come to the bar with Maggie and I. Her step - mom just died and she could really use the night out."
Daryl grunted at the thought. Him? Who did Glenn think he was talking to?
Daryl was talking to one of his close friends on the phone while driving in his truck on the way home. "Glenn . . . No."
"Well," Glenn adds a tone of cockiness, "what if I told you that Maggie's sister was also coming along?"
"Glenn, I said no." Daryl said, a bit more forcefully. "Don't make me kick your ass."
Glenn laughs at his friend. "Daryl, please." He now begs. "This is the last favor I'll ask of you. Just one night, com'on?"
Daryl sighs, giving in. "Fine . . ."
"Thanks, man! You won't regret -"
Daryl hangs up. Great, he thinks. There goes my chance to hunt . . . Damn.
He pulls into his driveway and sighs. He was home . . . If you really wanted to call it a home. It was a wooden house, which he built by himself before he became a cop. There were high ceilings and beams made of wood and everything smelled of smoke, due to his constant habit, and pine needles. It was two stories, and most people wondered why one of the greatest cops in the county lived out here by himself in this big old house. Some thought he should be married by now, well into his late twenties. He only became a cop for one reason, and he figured just about everyone knew what it was. Merle Dixon.
Merle Dixon was Daryl's older, trouble making, brother. He was always in juvenile schools and was always high. One day, Merle got into some deep shit with a murder and got life in prison. Daryl then decided he didn't want to be like that. He saw the look in the families eyes and pitied them. He didn't want anyone to suffer like that, especially if it was for his own family's stupid actions.
Daryl walked into his house and was greeted with a cat walking by his feet. He smiled slightly as the black puffball and picked it up. "Hey, boy." He smiled into the cat's head.
He had found Night when he was driving home from work late one night. The poor thing was skin and bones and, to be quite honest, Daryl was a cat person. He kissed the cat's head before letting it crawl out of his grasp and run off somewhere.
He walked into the living room, where a large tank with a turtle sat. "Hey, Anthony."
Daryl continues to walk up stairs and tries to look for something decent to wear. What the hell could he possibly wear to a bar and not look like a total redneck cop?
He finally finds a decent long sleeve shirt and black jeans. He slips on his boots and tries to comb his hair the best to his ability. He sighs and stares at his reflection in the mirror, when he hears a knock on the door. He quickly heads down the stairs and opens the door to see Glenn standing there.
"Hey, man." Glenn grins. His eyes looks him up and down. "You look . . . Good."
Daryl rolled his eyes and looked at his friend's attire. He was wearing a white shirt, jacket, and jeans. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go."
They drove off to Dale's Bar and walked in. The place was filled with the kind of people Daryl hated. They were drunk off their asses and they looked rich and snobby with fancy clothes and wads of money.
"There they are." Glenn says, spotting his girlfriend in a booth across the dance floor. Daryl took a deep breath before he proceeded to follow.
He almost stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Maggie's sister. He felt his heart stop. She was absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders and her bright blue eyes seemed to lock with his. She wore a tight dress that complemented her curves and she was definitely the prettiest thing Daryl had ever seen around these parts.
He slides into the booth next to Glenn and watches as Glenn wraps an arm around Maggie. He felt so stupid here.
"So, how are you guys doing?" Glenn breaks the ice, referring to their mother's murder.
"We're just fine," Maggie downs a shot of liquor before speaking again, "I don't wanna think about it."
Great, She's drinking away the pain . . . Daryl thinks. He knew all too well what that was like. His eyes trail off to the younger Greene sister and she looks away shyly.
"Oh!" Glenn says. "Daryl, this is Beth Greene. Beth, this is Daryl Dixon." He introduces. A waiter comes over and takes their orders of beer. Beth, surprisingly, didn't order anything to drink other than a water. Daryl wondered why. Maybe she's pregnant. He thinks. No, that's not it. She can't be.
Daryl takes a sip of his beer and watches as Glenn tells a joke. Maggie, being more than drunk, laughs a little too loud for Daryl's liking. He cringes as Maggie belts out a high pitched laugh.
Beth clears her throat. "Glenn told us you were a cop?" Her voice is as sweet as honey and it catches him off guard that a girl like her would talk to a guy like him.
His blue eyes scan her face for any sign of laughter, but is baffled when he finds none. He takes a quick sip of his beer to wet his dry throat before speaking. "Yeah. And what about you?"
Beth's eyes brighten. "I'm a teacher at Kings County Elementary School."
"What subject do you teach?" Daryl questions, suddenly extremely interested in this girl.
She giggles. "Music."
"Music, huh?" Daryl laughs, feeling himself getting a little tipsy. He prayed to God he didn't do something completely stupid in front of this girl.
"Yeah." She smiles. Her smile fades when she hears a cringing throat sound that only came from her sister. Beth looks over and sees Maggie puking on the floor.
"Shit!" Glenn curses and quickly grabs Maggie by the shoulders and quickly rushes her out of the booth. "Sorry, guys. I got to get Maggie home before she hurls again. Daryl," He addresses his eyes to the cop. "Can you take Beth home?"
Daryl doesn't think, but just nods. The couple leave and Daryl and Beth stare at each other. "So . . . Tell me about you." Beth says, trying to lighten the mood. She felt a little worry flow through her about Maggie, but she knew that as long as she was with Glenn she'd be fine.
"What's there to tell?" Daryl shot back. He wasn't one for revealing his past, and he wasn't about to start now.
"Well . . . What made you become a cop?" She questions. Daryl's eyes grow dark and he takes another, long, drink from his beer bottle.
He stays silent and stares at her, waiting for her next question.
She looks down at her half full glass and gives a shy smile. Her phone screen phone lights up and she looks at the time. Her smile turns to a frown. "I gotta be home soon."
Daryl doesn't mean to, but he catches a glimpse of the ID on her phone. Some guy named Jimmy had texted her.
"Yeah. I'll give you a ride -"
"No!" Beth snaps. Daryl looks stunned at her. Beth hesitates before speaking and standing. "Just . . . No."
"Beth, ya ain't walking outside by yourself in the dark. I'm driving you home." Daryl tells her, standing up and looking down at her. Beth stares up at him and gives up, knowing there was no convincing him.
"Okay . . . Lets go." She says, taking the lead and walking outside and into the full parking lot. They hop into his truck and they descend down the pitch black road, the headlights as their only guide.
"Just tell me where to turn." Daryl says, breaking the incredibly awkward loud silents.
Beth was silent.
"Is it this Jimmy guy?" Daryl blurts out. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he regrets them.
"What?!" Beth shrieked, almost making Daryl lose control of the wheel. She turns to face him and he could already see this going downhill real fast. "You looked at my phone?!"
"No . . ." He lies, trying to keep his eye on the wheel.
"For your information, Daryl Dixon, Jimmy happens to be a wonderful man who I'm in love with! Don't for one second think that he's doing anything to harm me . . ." Beth defends.
Daryl glances at her, knowing he caused that uproar. "I never said he harmed you . . ."
Beth's eyes widened and her breath catches in her throat. She turns and faces the road and crosses her arms over her chest, biting her lip nervously. "Turn here."
Daryl takes a right and they soon come to a parking lot of apartment buildings. Daryl turns off the engine. "I'm sorry." He apologizes, knowing he messed up.
Beth looks at him. "Well . . . I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."
They stare at each other for a few seconds when Beth spots a door opening and realizes that Jimmy is standing on the apartment steps, waiting for her. "I better go."
"Yeah . . ." Daryl trails off.
"Thanks for the ride." She says as she hops out of the truck. She shuts the door quickly and runs into Jimmy's arms on the second floor of the apartment complex. Daryl couldn't see much through the windshield, just two black masses hugging each other for dear life, but he could already tell he didn't like this Jimmy guy.
Regardless, Daryl backs up and he makes his way back to his house where his cat and turtle would be waiting.
As he lays in bed, he can't get that blonde haired and blue eyed girl out of his mind. He doesn't know why, but something just stuck out about her unlike any other girl had.
Daryl could only ask one question to himself before sleep overtook him.
What was with Beth Greene?
The next morning, Daryl was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing. Night was asleep by his feet and meowed as he picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Daryl's voice was hoarse as he spoke.
"Daryl?" Daryl's long time friend, Rick Grimes', voice came through.
"Yeah?"
"Listen, we have a new case for you down at the office. Be here in twenty."
The call dropped. Daryl groaned and rolled over, shoving his face into his pillow. Well this is just the perfect fuckin' day to work on a case.
He finally gets up and sees its ten o'clock in the morning. It was Saturday, one of his favorite days of the week as a kid. As he dressed, his mind wandered back to when he was a child in school. He absolutely hated it. He hated everything about his childhood and would gladly push it aside.
When his mind wondered off about school, he thought about Beth. He thought about how she was probably looking over some silly song to sing to kids right now, something like Mary Had A Little Lamb, or, The Itsy Bitsy Spider. He thought about how she would be with children and he thought about how she probably loved teaching.
He enters the office to see Rick and another employee at the station, Shane Walsh, looking over papers. Rick spots him and quickly walks over to him.
Daryl liked Rick. Rick was a good guy and was a good friend. Daryl even saw Rick bring his son, Carl, to work sometimes.
"I got the new case for you." He hands Daryl the papers and Daryl gladly takes them. Daryl places a cigarette in his mouth as he looks at the title of the case, Greene.
"Shit." He swore.
"Yeah," Rick agrees. "Carl's teacher . . . This was her mother."
So Beth Greene was Carl's teacher.
Fuck . . . Now I have to go and ask the family questions. I hate this part. Daryl groans.
It wasn't the fact that Daryl wasn't sociable, he had been on plenty of cases where he had to ask family's personal questions, but this was the Greene family. This family was related to Beth Greene, the same Greene Daryl couldn't seem to get off his mind lately, and Daryl hated the fact that he couldn't shake her from his mind.
"Alright," Daryl nods. "I'll get on it."
Daryl drives to the Greene Family Farm and takes a deep breath. He walks up the steps on knocks on the door. An old man with white hair and a white shirt and trousers pushed the screen door open.
"Can I help you, son?" The man asked.
Daryl wanted to yell at him and tell him he wasn't anyone's son, but he decided against it. Daryl took out his badge and showed it to the man.
"I'm Daryl Dixon." Daryl starts. "I understand your wife was murdered not a week ago?"
The man's eyes grow dark. "What about her?"
"I'm here to try and find out just who murdered her." Daryl tells him. The two men stare at each other.
"Alright." The man opens the door wider and lets Daryl in. "Hershel Greene." The two men shake hands and they sit on the living room couch.
Daryl takes out his notebook and pen and starts to ask questions. "Do you know anyone that might want to have killed your wife?"
"No." Hershel answered with no hesitation.
"No siblings, friends, or anyone that might have had a grudge against her?"
". . . No."
"Okay . . . Do you know what happened the night she died?"
Hershel leans forward. "I found her in . . . I was putting the animals in the barn the night that it happened. When I came back she was laying on the kitchen floor bleeding."
Daryl looks up from his notes and feels a hint of sadness hit him. This man lost his wife, and Daryl could see how much pain the poor guy must have been going through. Hershel didn't speak once as Daryl continued his questions, just nodded and shook his head and with each question his eyes came more sorrow filled.
When the questions ran out, and Hershel seemed drained, Daryl stood in the front door. "Hey . . ." He starts. "For what it's worth . . . I'm sorry for you loss."
Hershel looks confused for a second.
"I'll find the man who did this." Daryl tells him.
Just as Daryl was about to leave, Hershel places a hand on his shoulder. Daryl turns and looks at the old man. "Thank you."
Daryl just nods before heading back to his truck and driving off to ask some more questions. He wanted to scream when he saw who was next on the list to get questioned.
Beth Greene.
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