Hello Darlings! This was inspired by the song Back To You by Twin Forks, cause it totally reminds me of our favorite ship. This is just a little Bethyl fluff in a normal world AU. Daryl and Beth got into a fight and she left their apartment, Daryl feels remorse and goes out looking for her. R&R please, and of course, enjoy! :3
I was young,
So I forgot...
Which was my place,
And which was not.
Thought I had a good shot~
I took it,
Right in my eye.
He had really screwed up this time.
He saw it in her eyes, in her tight lipped expression, in the way her shoulders tensed as she glared at him, and stormed out of their apartment.
But that was the plan… Wasn't it?
Get her mad. So incredibly mad that she would never want to see him again. She's better off without him anyway, as far as he's concerned. However, he didn't take into account how much he needed her. How much it would hurt him when that look of absolute shock and hurt, mixed with undeniable anger, took hold of her angelic features. When she slammed that door, and didn't come back for days.
It had almost been a week, and Daryl couldn't take it anymore.
Not being near her, not knowing whether she was safe or not, not being able to apologize, it killed him a little more with every minute that passed. He wasn't even sure if apologizing would do any good. He had said some awful things. Worse than awful actually, but honestly, there was a part of him that hoped that she would come right back at him just as she had done before. But he guessed she had to draw the line somewhere.
He got up from his couch, pulling on his working boots and sliding into his leather jacket and practically running to his beat up pick up truck.
He hadn't meant a word of it, and she needed to know that.
Look ahead,
Look behind...
Take another,
I don't mind~
I~
Oh~
I~
Oh~
He drove first to see Maggie Greene, who told him off right away for hurting her sister. He let her yell and scream, and then asked her where Beth was. Maggie refused to tell him, but Glenn helped him out, telling him to go to the Grimes' home. If she wasn't there taking care of Judith, Rick might know where she is.
When Daryl got there Rick was standing outside, watching him pull up.
He gave him a disapproving look, but let Daryl explain that he wanted to resolve things. RIck could understand, considering that he and Lori were still working out some bumps in their marital road.
Rick told him that Beth wasn't there. She had looked after Judith the day before yesterday, but he hadn't seen her since. He told him to try the Greene farm, and that he would call if the blonde came by.
With short goodbyes, Daryl was on the road again, driving as fast as he could to the farm. He was sure Hershel would give him a good beating when he showed up, but he deserved it. He had acted like an asshole and deserved any punishment Hershel Greene was planning to dish out.
He pulled up, knocking on the door swiftly.
When Hershel saw it was him, he opened the door, eyeing him suspiciously. "Maggie called, and said you've been looking for Beth."
Daryl tensed, realizing that he should've known Maggie would tell her father. Would warn him that the redneck who made his baby girl cry was looking for her.
"Ay' have… Sir," Daryl said, watching Hershel carefully, fully prepared for a good beating. "Want ta'... Make things right. Hurt 'er pretty bad, 'nd I didn't mean ta'."
Hershel's hard, suspicious expression softened at that. "I know, Boy."
Daryl flinched, the kindness and understanding in his tone almost worse than any wound he could inflict. Hershel Greene, for whatever reason, trusted Daryl with his daughter, even when he hurt her.
"I'm not gonna tell you where she is, but I will say this," Hershel said. "Go ask Carol, she might know."
Daryl nodded, shaking Hershel's hand before running back to his car, his heart pounding as he felt himself coming steadily closer to finding her.
Follow the si~igns,
Right back to you,
Back to you!
Back to you!
I know they wi~ind,
Right back to you,
Back to you!
Back to you!
When he got to Carol's, the sun setting slowly, he saw her before she saw him.
She was sitting on the porch, her guitar held firmly as she messed around with some chords, her voice travelling over the lawn and into his ears.
"Hey…" he said, causing her to jump, her wide blue eyes jerking to him. He gaze instantly softened with relief, only to spark with anger as soon as she remembered she was supposed to be mad at him.
She stood up, setting her guitar down as she came after him. "You've got a lot of nerve Dixon!" she hissed, her eyes willing his head to explode. "Sayin' those things ta' me? And now yer' here."
"Ta' apologize…" he said, hiding behind his bangs.
Her glare only hardened and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Ta' apologize? Since when did you start breakin' Dixon family rules?" The last words were harsh, and he saw her grit her teeth.
He winced at that, hearing his own screaming declaration echo in his mind; Dixon's don't apologize. Not to nobody for any reason, and you ain't an exception, Girl!
Beth's dainty fist hit his chest with surprising strength, followed by a quick shove that made him stumble backwards, and he just let her beat on him for a while, feeling like complete shit for being such a fuckhead.
"The worst part is!" she was full on screaming now, pouring her heart out as the tears pricked at her eyes. "It's all bullshit and I know it! You know it! You were just trying to get rid of me! You don't think yer' good enough for me! Well, news flash Dixon, I get a say in that too!" She surprised him, grabbing his shirt collar and pressing an angry kiss to his lips.
He stared at her, his eyes wide. More beatings he had expected, but certainly not a kiss.
She pulled away, showing just as much love in those sky blue orbs as there was anger. "I love you," she said, watching his eyes with her teary gaze. "I love you, and no matter what you say to me, I'll know you don't mean it. No matter how stupid you act, I'll love you anyway."
He enveloped her in his arms, and they both slid down to their knees, him pressing kisses over every inch of her face and whispering his apology between kisses while she squeezed him in a tight hug, forgiving him with answering words of comfort and kisses.
Once Beth had cried herself out, and Daryl felt that he had said enough apologies to last the rest of his life, they climbed into his truck, a sweet smile lifting the corners of Beth's mouth. She waved to Carol, thanking her for letting her stay on her couch, and Daryl to thanked Carol for looking after Beth, giving the woman an appreciative hug before climbing into the driver seat.
He was smiling and even though it was subtle, Carol saw it, and shook her head with a smile of her own gracing her lips, the happiness between them utterly contagious.
Beth turned on the radio, letting the music fill the car.
"So put a posey in your hair,
Act like you couldn't give a care,
Whistle past the graveyard!
Even the dead, deserve a so~ong~"
Beth giggled as Daryl took her hand, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, singing along for the next part.
"Let the moon do what she does,
She don't need to make a fuss~
She don't know she shines for us…
Somethin' tells me that she does~"
Daryl smiled, that particular verse reminding him of Beth. She showed people light, and hope, and happiness. He wondered sometimes if she knew how much her songs and wise words meant to everyone, especially him. He hoped she did.
She danced sweetly in her seat with the chorus, her eyes lighting up and laughing at the truth in them.
"Follow the si~igns,
Right back to you,
Back to you!
Back to you!
I know they wi~ind,
RIght back to you,
Back to you!
Back to you!"
Beth laughed, remembering the moment he had given into her constant insisting that he take her on one of his hunting trips. She had been tracking a rabbit, and he had commented after they had been out walking for a while, "We're gettin' close."
She had held up his crossbow, watching the trees and other shrubbery in front of her as she asked, "How do you know?" She remembers the feeling of his eyes on the back of her head, burning with intensity, making her blush at his sudden attention.
"The signs are all there," he had said, coming up close behind her. "You just gotta know how ta' read 'em."
"Ti~me,
After ti~me!
I follow signs.
I know they wind.
RIght back to you,
Back to you!"
Back to you
