A/N: Here's the second Part of Hocus Pocus. I hope y'all enjoy it and remember, this is supposed to be a cute little fic so I apologize if there's not a lot of details.


Hocus Pocus
Part II

"Mommy, why won't daddy dress up with me?" Celia asked as she crawled into bed.

"Oh sweetie, you know Daddy will dress up with you because you're his Silly Anne. We just need to find somethin' that will work for both of you."

"But I wanted ta be Cinderella."

"I know you did but do you really think daddy is Prince Charmin'?"

Celia nodded. "Daddy is Prince Charmin', Mommy. You always say he's yours an' he's mine too."

"That's because he is our Prince Charmin'," Beth said as she sat down on Celia's bed. "Daddy is a very different and a much better kind of Prince Charmin'. He doesn't wear tights or fancy suits and he doesn't care if we have glass slippers or boots on. He loves us no matter what."

"An' we love him no matter what."

"Yes we do, sweetie." Beth leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Now say your prayer and go to sleep."


Beth rolled over in bed to face Daryl.

"Are you sure you don't want to know if we're havin' a boy or girl?"

"I'm sure," he grunted. "'Sides, I didn't know we was havin' a girl when we had Celia."

"Well to be fair, I didn't know either."

"I don't want ta know yet but if ya want ta know, Beth, I ain't gon' stop ya."

"No, Daryl. I want us to find out together. Even if that means we have to wait until it's time, I'm fine with that."

She scooted closer to him as the both drifted off to sleep.


The thunder roared outside and Celia clung tight to her stuffed bear as the nightlight by the door flickered off.

She knew her mommy and daddy were probably sleeping through this storm and if it hadn't have been so close to Halloween, she would probably be sleeping through it too.

She pulled her blanket up over head when she heard the floorboards in front of her bedroom door creaking.

When the noise stopped, she crawled out of bed, clutching her bear tightly, and slowly opened her bedroom door.

The nightlight her mommy and daddy always left on by their bedroom door was out and the hallway was pitch black as she hurried to their door and pushed it open.

"Mommy? Daddy?" she whispered but neither answered her so she tiptoed to her mommy's side and patted her arm.

"Mommy, wake up," she said a little louder this time but she still didn't move.

Tears formed in Celia's eyes as she bent down and put her face as close as she could to her mommy's.

"Mommy," she whispered again.


Daryl heard their screams and rushed back to the bedroom. Both Beth and Celia screamed again when he burst through the door yelling.

"Y'all okay? What tha hell happened? Are y'all alright?"

Beth was sitting up in bed and nodded but Celia shook her head no as tears ran down her face.

"Mommy scared me," Celia cried.

"She scared me first!" Beth said when Daryl looked at her.

As the three of them calmed down, Daryl picked Celia up and put her in the bed between them.

"What was ya doin' out a bed?" he asked as he watched his little girl burrow herself under their blankets.

"I heard noises," she said quietly.

"What kind a noises did ya hear?"

"The floor was creakin', Daddy, an' my fishy went out."

"Sweetie," Beth said as she put her arm around her little girl, "you've never been scared of storms and the lights goin' out before. Why were you scared now?"

"I didn't want tha Creeper ta get me, Mommy."

"The Creeper? What are you talkin' about, Celia?"

"Ah shit," Daryl mumbled. "I think I know what she's talkin' 'bout."

"I sure as hell hope you know what she's talkin' about."

"Daddy said he was gon' let tha Creeper take me 'cause I couldn't pick out a costume."

"Care to explain yourself?" Beth asked.

"It ain't as bad as ya think, Mama. We was talkin' 'bout watchin' scary movies an' she said she wanted ta try ta watch Jeepers Creepers again 'cause she was a big girl an' wasn't scared of him no more. An' I told 'er if she didn't hurry up an' pick out what she was gon' be fer Halloween I's gon' let tha Creeper get 'er."

"Daryl Dixon! How could you do that?! You know how scared she was when you let her watch it before!"

"I didn't think she was gon' get scared jus' from me sayin' that!"

"She's too young for movies like that."

"I am right here," Celia huffed.

"We know ya are, Silly Anne."

"Celia, you know there's nothin' to be scared of because the Creeper isn't real, right?"

Celia nodded.

"Yeah," Daryl agreed. "Jus' think a tha Creeper an' all those other monsters as them witches from Hocus Pocus. They ain't real an' they ain't nothin' ta be scared of."

Beth sighed and shook her head. "Why don't we all try to go back to sleep and we'll finish this little talk in the mornin'."


"Mommy," Celia whispered as she sat up and patted her mommy's arm. "Wake up, mommy."

"I'm awake, Celia," Beth groaned but didn't open her eyes.

"But mommy, open your eyes."

"Is that really necessary?"

She scrunched up her nose as she stared down at her mommy. "What does that mean?"

"It means it too damn early ta be awake, girl," Daryl muttered from beside her.

"It's not that early, daddy. Tha sun is up."

Daryl peeked his eye open and mumbled, "Go back ta sleep."

"No, daddy. Mommy, wake up. We have ta go ta tha mall."

"And why do we have to go there?"

"'Cause we have ta get my costume, mommy. I know what I want ta be."

"Celia, let us sleep a lil' longer an' we'll both go ta tha mall with ya," Daryl said as he pulled Celia down next to him.

"But daddy," Celia pouted. "I wanted ta go as Belle."

"Who?" Daryl asked.

"She's the princess on Beauty and the Beast," Beth replied.

"I want ta be Beauty, daddy an' you can be Beast."

Daryl snorted. "He don't wear tights, does he?"

"No, Daryl, he doesn't."

"Alright, then I ain't got no problem with goin' as him."

Beth opened one eye and raised her eyebrow. "Seriously? You would really go as Beast but not as Prince Charmin'?"

"Yeah, I would but only if ya go with us."

Celia's eyes lit up. "Please, mommy. You can go as Belle too."

"Fine," Beth sighed. "We might as well get up now because we'll never find anythin' for us to wear if we don't."


Beth held up a dress for Celia and little girl shook her head.

"No, mommy. Belle wears yellow."

"I know what she wears but they don't have that here and we haven't been able to find the costume anywhere."

Celia put her hands on her hips and squinted her eyes.

"Damn, girl," Daryl said. "Gettin' ta look more an' more like yer mama when ya do that."

"Shut up, Daryl and help me find somethin' for her so we can get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am. We'll go 'head an' get us all somethin' ta eat while ya look fer somethin'."

"That's fine with me. Just don't be too long. I am so ready to get home and put my feet up."

Daryl smiled and gave her a kiss before picking Celia up.

"Oh, sweetie. You should be at home," Beth heard behind her and turned around to see Lori standing behind her.

"I would be but Celia decided to go as Belle and have Daryl go as Beast."

"That will be so cute," Lori said. "I wish Judy would pick somethin' cute and normal like that."

"Normal?"

"She wants to be Maleficent. Rick will be King Stephen, I'll be Queen Leah and Carl is goin' as one of Maleficent's goons."

"That's not that bad. It's actually really cute that y'all are goin' with a theme. Although, I think Judy would make such a cute Sleepin' Beauty and you would think she would rather go as her than as Maleficent."

"Yeah, you would think that but Judy definitely has a mind of her own."

"Mommy!" Judy shrieked. "I found the dress!"

"I guess I better go," Lori laughed.


"There you are! I have been lookin' all over this damn place," Beth all but shouted when she found Daryl. "Where's Celia?"

"She's in there," he said without looking at her.

"You let her go in there by herself?! Are you crazy?!"

"She told me ta stay out 'ere," he said, turning to look at her. "An' she had that look on 'er face that she gets, tha same one you get, when ya got yer mind set on somethin'. Wasn't no way I's goin' in there with 'er."

Beth shook her head. "Are you really scared of a six year old?"

"Hell yeah an' 'er mama," he smirked.

"Don't even go there, Daryl Dixon or you'll be sleepin' on the couch."

"Yes ma'am."

"Come on, let's see if we can find her before she causes any trouble," Beth said as she took his hand.

"Celia Annette Dixon, why did you leave your daddy standin' out there?"

The little girl looked to her and smiled then pointed towards the dresses on the wall.

"That's my Belle dress, mommy!"


A/N: The third and final chapter for this story will be posted this weekend. Thank y'all for reading and please leave a review!