This is an AU story set in season 3 and this is the first story I've written so it might be rocky! I love Beth and Daryl as a paring so I wanted to write something for it! There will be a lot of frustrated Daryl and sassy Beth! I do not own any of the characters from The Walking Dead this is pure imagination! Enjoy :)
Frustrated
"Daryl!" his name flew from Rick's mouth just before the decaying hand wrapped around his ankle. Like a dance that had been rehearsed he grabbed his knife from his sheath and in one swift movement, shoved it through the lifeless skull. "Mother fucker" fell from his mouth as he unwrapped the walkers hand from his ankle.
"Are you alright man?" Rick asked as Daryl made his way back over to the car.
"Mhmm" is all the surly man could reply with. Anyone in a 30-mile radius could see Daryl was frustrated; it was etched all over his face. The run had been fruitless and they would have to go back to the prison empty handed. Tossing his crossbow in the front seat he and the rest of the group piled into the jeep, all with looks of disappointment, which in truth just pissed Daryl off even more. This run should have gone off with a hitch, but instead it was one problem after another and now his family would have to go without and that just didn't settle well with Daryl. The ride back was quieter than usual and soon the prison gates were looming upon them. Once inside the safety of the gates Maggie and Carl greeted the small group.
"How'd it go?" Carl asked looking expectantly at his dad.
"We ran into some trouble" was all Rick responded with and in that moment Daryl couldn't help the scoff that escaped his mouth as all eyes shifted to him.
Throwing his thumb over his shoulder at a scrawny kid who was as pale as a ghost and who at this point was visibly trembling "There wouldn't have been any trouble if we didn't bring fucking trigger happy over here, brought a whole damn herd on us from the start." Then before anyone could reprimand him for his snappy comment Daryl grabbed his shit and stalked off the only way Daryl could.
He knew he had been harsh on the kid but at that moment Daryl didn't care, the kid fucked up and Daryl needed someone other than himself to blame. As Daryl stomped up the stairs in the prison his anger only seemed to fester as faces fell from the news that they came up empty handed. Once in his cell, or tomb as he liked to call it he couldn't help as his right fist connected to the wall letting the anger that had been building flow into that one punch. It vibrated through his arm as the skin around his knuckles split a little bit. He knew he was being a little bitch, throwing a tantrum but he needed release and if hitting a wall helped then that's exactly what he was going to do. Throwing his bow a little harder than usual on his cot Daryl stated scavenging through his bag looking for that red beat up bandana to wipe the blood from his aching knuckles. Just as he finished wrapping his hand he heard the shuffling outside his cell, with sharp blue eyes he looked over and to his surprise saw the familiar blond mess of hair standing there with baby Judith in tow.
"What do you want" Daryl asked a little harsher than intended but his foul mood had yet to subside fully and interacting with people was not what he wanted nor needed in that moment. Her face fell slightly from his snappiness and he watched as she nervously shifted from one foot from the other as if she was ready to bolt from his door. Then after a long pause her eyes cut to his and he was more than surprised to see what looked like anger there.
"Well I was coming to see if you were okay after I heard about the run but if you're going to act like an ass I'll see myself out."
Then to prove her point she jutted her chin out and started to pivot on her heel. To say Daryl was shocked from what just came out of her mouth was an understatement. In all his time with the Greene girl he'd never heard her cuss and much less sass anyone in the group, and for some reason the fact that she stood her ground underneath his glowering gaze made him twitch in the best way. Then without realizing what he was doing he was reaching out for her arm, the moment his hand wrapped softy around her arm it was like an electric shock rippled through out his entire body. As she turned to face him he could see the surprise in her face and as their eyes met he was sure she felt the same electricity he was feeling in that moment. They stood like that for what seemed for ages, his rough hand holding onto her porcelain soft skin just staring into each other's heated blue eyes. Then as if on cue Judith started squirming in Beth's arms and the trance they were both in was finally broken. Retracting his hand from her he had to take a visible step back or he wasn't sure he'd be able to control what he did next. Clearing his dry throat and shoving his hands in his pockets he was able to bring sense back into his head.
" 'M sorry for snapping at you." Then turning his back to her he grabbed his bow, he had to get out of this cell and far away from Beth so he could process what had just happened between them. When he turned back to the door she was still standing there and he couldn't help himself as he ran his eyes from the cowgirl boots on her feet up her long milky legs to her denim shorts then pausing slightly on the small patch of creamy white skin on her torso that was showing and in that moment he could have sworn he saw her shiver slightly he finally finished his assault and rested his eyes on her pretty face. He couldn't help the redness coming to his face as the twitching in his now too tight pants became almost unbearable. He had to get away from this girl and fast. With the small amount of will power he had left he shuffled his feet towards her and he could see her register that he was making a break for it and with cat like grace she blocked the small hole he was about to bolt out of. Frustrated. That's the only word he could think of as she stood there and just as he was about to tell her to get the hell out of his way she stood on her toes and kissed the left side of his cheek. He was sure it looked like his jaw fell on the floor. Then in a voice sweet as sugar
"I'm glad you're okay Dixon." and before he could ask her what the fuck she was doing and could she do it again she was bouncing away from his door cooing to Judith and acting as if she didn't just turn his world upside down. Fucking frustrated.