A/N: hi hello lovelies, I feel like I can't write for my life but I love Bethyl so I will continue unless y'all tell me otherwise.
Of course Daryl didn't like the rushed kissed Beth had forced onto him. Beth was just drunk and didn't know, but the saying of a drunken man's words is a sober man's thoughts had crossed his mind shortly. She wasn't a man, but maybe it reflected onto
hertoo. No, she was just weak and needed connection. Daryl didn't know what the fuck was happening with Beth.
Daryl sat down on the rocking chair gulping more moonshine than he had been earlier. "Home sweet home." He whispered to himself while taking another hard swig of the alcohol. He was anxious about what would happen tomorrow when she woke up. He didn't
get much sleep that night.
The next morning came to Daryl like a bus hitting him. He felt like he was being stabbed in the head over and over again, he felt like someone was using his head as a drum. He looked over at a still sleeping Beth, soft. Daryl shook his head and got up
grabbing his crossbow figuring he could go out and hunt something for Beth and himself. He walked out killing two walkers with his Busse.
Daryl was conflicted with what happened last night, he was bothered. Looking back on last night, heat rushed to his cheeks before pushing it off his table. Daryl heard a snap behind him and he swirled around quickly with his precious crossbow cocked at
whatever was behind him. It was a rabbit and all he could think is how delicious it would be right about now, He aimed at the bunny and shot it to the ground. Daryl wasn't proud of just one, but he couldn't leave Beth alone for a long time because
she wouldn't be able to handle herself if something happened.
Daryl made his journey back to the cabin that gave him memories of his childhood. He just wanted to burn the shit down to ground. Daryl opened the door to see Beth sitting up with wide open eyes. He looked at her as she stared at him with a knife in her
hand hoping she wouldn't have to use it.
"It's just me, girl." Daryl said holding the dead rabbit by its hind legs. "I got breakfast." He wiped his knife clean and cut into the bunny on the counter top. Beth made a face at Daryl; she had never had to have any cute animals before other than that
squirrel and she was upset about it.
She knew she had to eat it or she wouldn't survive. She grabbed the uncooked meat from Daryl's dirty hands inspecting it carefully.
"Eat it, it's all you're gon' have for a while" Daryl commanded to Beth who was still inspecting the meat. "What about cookin' it? Won't it make us sick?" Daryl scoffed,
"Do you see a workin' stove around here somewhere that I can't see? Just eat the damn rabbit or don' and starve, I don't really give a shit." Daryl was now licking excess blood from his fingers while smacking his lips. Beth looked at Daryl with hurt eyes,
but it soon turned to anger. Beth threw her food to the floor stomping her foot dramatically, she was turning a bright red.
"What the hell is wrong with you! We are sitting here, doin' nothing! We need to look for Maggie! If you won't help me, then I'll go myself!" Beth was furious with Daryl's childishness.
She was so enraged she was shaking, her nose flared, and her ears turned red. "I'm sick of the wounded warrior crap! It's bullshit!" Beth flipped Daryl off and started to pack her bag with rushed movements. Daryl grabbed Beth's wrist whipping her around.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doin', girl?" Daryl had risen his voice looking at Beth with wild eyes. "I was taking care of your irresponsible ass before looking out for our people!" He let go of her and turned on his heels grabbing the mason jars full
of moonshine and started to throw the liquid up everywhere.
"What're you doing?" Beth shouted out at Daryl who ignored her completely. Beth gave in and grabbed some moonshine throwing it everywhere too. She was having fun destroying property that no one would've used anyways. Daryl gripped Beth's wrist grabbing
a stack of neatly wrapped papers in a corner and darted outside the shitty cabin.
Daryl gave Beth a match book and he held the papers up to her. She lit the match happily and held up to the papers. They caught on to the flickering orange match and caught fire within seconds, Daryl threw the stack of papers towards the cabin like house
and Beth put up her middle finger as a salute and lightly swat Daryl's arm indicating he do the same thing.
The two stood there with their middle fingers up in the air. Beth felt the hot sun and the fire coming down on her face so she picked up her pack that she dropped while lighting the match and started to walk into the shady forest. Daryl followed after
her with a small smirk on his face.
All Daryl could hear was chirping of the birds and it was agitating him. He was trying to focus on hunting down the deer's tracks. Beth wasn't helping either, all she would do was sing softly to herself. That's what she thought she was doing, but Daryl
could hear her singing as clear as day and he was getting irritated with her. Finally after being fed up with her chirpy voice, he turned around on his heels infuriated.
"Would ya just shut it? It's annoyin' and I'm tryin' to hunt." Daryl huffed out and Beth quieted down just to look at him resentfully and went to humming which was worse than singing because it was even louder than her soft notes. Daryl rubbed his temples
and looked back to ground noticing that there were footprints next to the deer's tracks. Daryl waved for Beth to quiet down with a finger to his mouth and pointed to the ground next to him so she would come closer to his side.
"Someone's been around here recently, and it ain't a walker." Daryl explained to Beth in a hushed voice. She nodded and let him continue on. "This means this guy has gotten to our deer already, or close. We should prolly head the other way towards the
hiking trail." Beth nodded one last time and slowly followed after her silent savior.
After hours looking for the others, Beth and Daryl had found a graveyard with a small mansion like a funeral home sitting at the top of a small hill. Beth couldn't walk anymore due to twisting her ankle when falling into a gopher hole. Daryl grunted and
bent down a little, "Hop on."
Beth smiled weirdly at Daryl, "Are you serious?" Beth was trying to hold back a giggle by holding a hand to her mouth. Daryl looked back at Beth,
"It's a serious piggyback." Beth hopped onto his back and he grunted, "You are heavier than you look." Beth swatted his arm with a scowl.
"You don't tell a woman she looks heavy." After Beth said that to him, she spotted a specific grave that made her get off Daryl's back.
'Loving Father' was the title that made Beth drawn to the tombstone for a couple moments. Daryl stood there next to her looking as gloomy as she did. Beth slowly intertwined her fingers with Daryl's leaning her head against his shoulder. She
felt comfort with standing with him there like that, empty and thinking of the same person. After long beats of silence, Daryl let go of Beth's fingers and bent down to grab some mustard flowers. He set them on top of the tombstone pulling his head
down one last time before looking up at the funeral home.
"We should check that place out 'fore it gets dark out." Daryl speculated to Beth who was still looking down at the grave. She nodded and pulled her head up slightly and Daryl could tell she had let a couple tears slide down her face unnoticed by him.
Beth slugged behind Daryl as they made the journey up the small hill to the pale white home.
"I'll go check it out, stay on look out." Daryl stated to the petite blonde behind him. She turned to look out over the graveyard and stared out into nothingness as Daryl made his way inside. He looked around and it was clear so he called after Beth who
didn't respond to his calls. Daryl was a bit frustrated that he had to physical get her from outside.
When Daryl walked outside he saw a walker closer to Beth than he was comfortable with. He raised his crossbow and it whistled through the air winding up into the walkers eye. Daryl looked at Beth infuriated,
"What the fuck was that, Beth? You coulda died and you just stood there looking dumb!" Daryl got up into Beth's face with a face of rage. Beth lightly shrugged her shoulders turning on her heel walking into the funeral home. Daryl stared as Beth walked
into the house with a face of confusion. What the hell was he supposed to do with a teenager?