A/N: So this is a rewrite of an oldie of mine called 'A good mama' which is a bethyl. This is going to be a ton different than the original, more sad I suppose. Obviously AU from the original plot line. Please excuse any errors, I try to catch what I can but I am bound to miss something. [I also really hate the formatting on here, I have it set up a certain way and then bam! It's ruined. Now we have to try to get it the way I like.] This is just a prologue, so it's somewhat short, there will be no kinds of anything explicit in here. This story is about Daryl and Beth building a bond over an unexpected [though should be expected] pregnancy, and the journey of understanding one another over the months. This will jump around as it may go by months, occasionally if I even remember I'll post mini stories in between. There will however been cannon events included, and then it will obviously diverge from cannon. It's been a while since I've done a chapter story for this account so I thought I would give it another go. So again sorry if this looks short, I'm used to having a certain format set up that just doesn't work on here I guess.
Warnings: ooc(ish), language, blood and mentions of bad situations (you'll see them further on)
Ain't it fun?
She laughed at the stupidity of it all, what did she expect? They weren't kids in love, they weren't husband and wife, they were nothing. In fact, to make it more clear she was nothing. Nothing at all to him, that's why he always left when they were done. With his back to her as he dressed, shame radiating off of him. Yet she couldn't figure out why she kept saying yes to him, why she always accepted his actions. She felt nothing afterwards, she only felt empty and desolate. Is this what love feels like? This terrible, awful, soul crushing feeling? She sighed and sat up keeping the sheets close to her body, he was gone as she had expected. He probably went off to go hunt something for them to eat and so he could get away from her.
"What are we even doin' Daryl?" She asked herself quietly, she knew her daddy wouldn't approve of her choices. She knew Maggie would be upset about the whole situation, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any sort of shame about it. They were only human, and they had needs that they fulfilled through one another. It doesn't matter to her what daddy or Maggie would think, because even though it hurts her every time they go through this cycle she's okay with it. At least that's what she tells herself every time it happens. She knows in her heart they could never be anything more than what they were, which was nothing. Nothing but friends, if she could even call them that. "He would probably say something like.." She does her best imitation of Daryl, which isn't particularly any good. If anything she sounds nothing like him."Girl, we ain't nothin'! Don't go tellin' your friends we're somethin'! You're just 'nother notch in my bed! We ain't in love Beth Greene!" Beth laughed more and got out of the bed she'd called her own that night.
She dressed quickly and sat back down, she knew her assumptions about him were wrong. He wouldn't say something as harsh as that, but in the small moments of just her it was always what her heart screamed about him. Useless! Good for nothing tail chaser! She brought her knees to her chest and bit her lip, it was time to face the facts. It was time for her to realize she should finally listen to her heart and stop letting her brain get clouded by lust. Beth knew the first time it happened she shouldn't have expected anything great like love to come from it. Instead the cycle is just nonstop hurt for her, she wonders how he feels when he leaves. Besides the obvious shame, she wonders if he feels torn about what they've done. If he feels angry because she keeps saying yes to him, keeps accepting him into her arms every night he comes to her. Or if maybe he feels empty and desolate too, because this was never supposed to happen between them.
Beth curled up in the blankets and closed her eyes, she didn't feel like being awake anymore. She just wanted to sleep and forget this, but it's not that easy. She rolled over and stared blankly at the wall, wondering why he was always much more active at night than at day. She sat up again and rested her elbow against her knee, she shouldn't be letting her guard down like this but she's so caught up in this. She looked down at the sheets and sighed, this was so complicated. Why am I even doing this? Why am I okay with it? She rubbed her eyes with a groan and pouted, seems like tonight all she would be getting done would be thinking about this whole mess they were in. Or more like the mess she was in as it's her fault this all started, if she wouldn't have jumped him like she did they would be fine. This isn't what I wanted.