A/N: Random one shot written from a prompt Mary (no-place-like-it) and Ashley (akiraflame) gave me forever ago that I never got around to finishing until now. Basically Beth forces Daryl to watch Mean Girls. (Sorry its short and not very detailed, I've never watched the movie through completely and honestly I don't really like it) anyways, I hope y'all like it! p.s. instead of creating a new "fic" for each one-shot I write I'm just going to throw them all into the one "Friends" was originally in. None of them are related, its just to make my life easier, hope that makes sense to everyone.
Daryl was a stubborn ass, anybody would tell you so if you asked. He would speak his mind without a single regret and then shove his middle finger in the face of whoever tried to persuade him into doing something he didn't want to. Despite all that, he could not say no to Beth Greene. She was his weakness, his kryptonite, it was impossible to turn down anything she asked for when she blinked her wide blue eyes up at him. She knew what she was doing too, she knew that he was all but putty in her hands and she took advantage of it often. She was just as stubborn as him, if not more, and after almost two years of dating he had learned not to argue with her.
He knew the second that she slid the dvd case across the kitchen counter while she made dinner for them that she had decided what movie they were going to watch, and even though it looked ridiculous, he knew there was no changing her mind.
"Aw come on Beth, not another stupid chick flick." He begged as she loaded two plates up with enough spaghetti to feed a small army.
"Nuh uh, you chose last time. It's my turn to pick, you know the rules." She said, turning on her heel and taking their plates into the living room while he dug through the shelves in search of a bottle of wine. He wasn't much of a wine person, but he knew Beth liked it so he dealt with it for her.
"Hurry up Daryl, you're going to miss this cinematic masterpiece." Beth joked as he jumped over the back of the couch, something he knew she hated. When he settled down beside her she was glaring at him, shooting him daggers that at one point scared the shit out of him, but now he thought was cute. She rolled her eyes at him before setting his plate in his lap and picking up the remote to start the movie while he poured them wine.
Ten minutes into the movie, Daryl decided that he would rather have needles shoved into his eyes than watch another second of it. Beth obviously had a different opinion, laughing and quoting it almost word for word.
"This is stupid." Daryl stated. "Who the hell names their kid Cady, what kinda name is that?"
"It's pronounced Katie, now shut up and stop whining." Beth quipped, her mouth full of spaghetti. He sighed, setting his empty plate on the coffee table and refilling his glass, knowing he would need the alcohol to get through the movie.
"Can you tell the weather with your boobs?" He asked after the scene, earning a shove from Beth.
"No Daryl, I can't." She chuckled. He smirked and shifted closer to her, setting one arm over her shoulder while running the other up her stomach.
"Why don't I give 'em a feel, see if I can't tell," He joked. Beth slapped his hand away and rolled her eyes at him for what felt like the millionth time that night.
"Nice try. Now shut up." She shot him down, not even moving her eyes from the screen. Daryl groaned in frustration and slumped down on the couch. If it had been his choice they would have been watching the scariest, goriest movie they had at Blockbuster's, one that would have Beth screaming and curled up into his side in fear. He couldn't help but smirk to himself, that sounded good to him.
By the end of the movie, Daryl was just buzzed enough to laugh at every joke, even though he didn't even find them funny. Beth had long since gotten tired of his chuckling, slapping his chest every so often to get him to stop. It only worked for a few minutes before he would start up again, almost giggling at the stupidest of comments.
"Daryl," She whined once the ending credits rolled, letting her head drop back to rest of the couch cushions. "You do this every time I pick a movie for us."
"Maybe when you pick a decent movie I won't have to get lit to enjoy it." He chuckled, standing up from the couch and swaying slightly. Beth rolled her eyes, standing up to follow him down the hallway to their room. He might have been laughing them, but he surely wasn't the next day when she forced him to watch it again, completely sober.