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Summary: Betty was far from the typical refined southern heritage. Having drifted from her family at a young age, she never saw or heard from then again.
So when a apocalypse hits, she doesn't really care. That is until she meets her brother again.

Daryl couldn't get the image out of his mind. He had laid awake in his tent, listening to his brothers snores while rethinking of her. His mind couldn't stop replaying the way she stood in the water. Droplets of water stuck to her firm stomach while she wrung out her hair, her chest was small but was made up for by a thin tall frame.

Daryl cursed himself and stood up, he wasn't going to get himself hot and bothered while his brother slept next to him.

He made his way outside and paused when he heard a squeal. He crouched behind the tent and poked his head out, just spotting Betty running out of her tent with just a t-shirt and underwear on.

"Johnny, ya liddol shit" She hissed while shuddering in the open space. Daryl's eyes stayed on her barely there underwear.

Johnny came out of the tent and laughed heartily, he held a small object in his hand and dangled it in front of Betty's face. She shrieked and stumbled backwards, causing Johnny to laugh even more.

"Git up scaredy cat" Johnny remarked whilst throwing the object to the side.

Betty frowned up at him and pulled herself up, "Yer awful" She spat and stormed past Johnny back into the tent.

Daryl inwardly groaned as he looked down at himself, what a fucking joke he thought bitterly. Now was definitely not the time to get a hard-on. He stood up and dithered for a moment, before finally pushing into the bushes. He couldn't think of anything else but Betty's exposed flesh as he relieved himself in the dark.

He hoped Betty wasn't going to make a habit of walking around exposed, because he certainly couldn't do this every night.

#

"Fuck ye, did ya see that?"

Daryl looked to his side and scowled, Johnny had just nailed two squirrels in a row. He was now cheering around in a circle with joy.

"Good work, if ye wanna scare off all tha other critters" Daryl snapped.

Johnny silenced immediately and collected his kill, he passed the squirrels to Daryl and reloaded his crossbow.

"Betty told me about the incident yesterday" Johnny remarked as they crept through the woods. Daryl froze and looked to his side, his eyes narrowed while he waited for Johnny to continue. "Jus' wanted ta say, thanks"

"Thanks?" Daryl frowned, for seeing your girlfriend naked?

"Ye. Ya saved her from tha walker, did ya not?"

"Oh." Daryl realised, "S'alrigh'" He said awkwardly.

Johnny shrugged, "Betty's a bit off her game sum times, buh her missing a walker dun' happen too often." He explained, "It took me an hour ta convince her, she ain't weak" Daryl looked over at Johnny, wondering why he was telling him all this.

It must of showed on his face because Johnny stopped and looked at him.

"Wha' ah mean, is dun' underestimate her. She dun' take too kindly ta folks doubtin' her" He admitted, his eyes knowingly looked at Daryl.

"Ah didn't say anything ta her" Daryl argued, he frowned.

"Ya dun' 'ave to. Betty can read body language 'n it showed all over her face"

"She ain't ma problem"

"Naw she ain't, jus' watch yer mouth 'round her" Johnny warned, "We dun' call her 'Black Eye' Betty fer nuthin'"

"Black Eye Betty?" Daryl asked.

"Now thats a story I'll tell ya later" Johnny chuckled.

#

When Daryl and Johnny made their way back to camp, they had caught several squirrels. They walked to main camp and passed the meat over to the woman, a series of grateful thanks surrounded them.

Daryl disappeared back down to Merle quickly, he had never liked the camps company. He was mostly too embarrassed with his brothers actions and mannerisms to interact with the other members.

Johnny followed him back to their tents, where they found Merle just appearing out of the woods. His eyes were once again dilated and his appearance disheveled. Daryl shook his head irritably and took a seat by their already warming camp fire.

"Ye catch anything?"

Daryl turned his head to the side and his eyes found Betty. Due to the heat, she was wearing a pair of denim short shorts, a cropped t-shirt and a pair of chuck taylors. She was fanning herself and her eyes were directed at Johnny.

"Heaps"

Betty scowled and sat across from Daryl, "Then ah must be tha shittiest hunter alive" she complained. She crossed her legs, exposing more flesh to Daryl. He turned his attention away and clenched his jaw. Johnny took a seat beside Daryl and grinned cockily towards her. "Shut it" She snapped.

Silence surrounded them again and Daryl heard a shuffle of fabric.

"Where ye goin'?" Johnny asked.

Daryl looked over at Betty as she picked up her pick axe and swung it over her shoulder, "Goin' swimming" She announced, her eyes flickered over Daryl and she turned away quickly. "With clothes on" He heard her mutter.

"Well be safe" Johnny mumbled while Betty disappeared into the bushes, her footsteps echoing away.

#

Johnny left Daryl to his own devices, it was clear that the youngest Dixon brother wanted to be left alone. He made his way back to camp, avoiding Shane like a plague. His eyes set on Glen and Dale, he took a seat by the RV.

"I don't want anyone coming" Johnny heard Glen complain.

"Wha' ya talkin' 'bout?" He asked curiously.

Glen's head snapped up, "Erm-"

"Glens going to scavenge some stuff from the city and Shane said he has to bring some people along for protection" Dale explained, he was busily working on the RV's engine. Johnny looked at Glen.

"'N wha's wrong wit that?"

"I always go by myself, more people means more danger" Glen explained.

Johnny shrugged, "Ye can't be depended on fer everythang Glen"

"My point exactly" Dale agreed.

"I'll come wit ya" Johnny said and Glen opened his mouth to protest. Johnny waved his hand in dismissal, "Ah been on tha road longer than any of ya. I'm sure tha city ain't nuthin' compared to New Orleans. Christ ya shoulda seen tha Voodoo witches comin' back ta life" Johnny shuddered, "Ah ain't never settin' foot in New Orleans again" He swore.

"That bad?"

"Nuthin' could scare me more"

"Was it just you that was in New Orleans or the whole group?" Glen asked curiously.

"The whole group...why?"

Glen sighed a breath of relief, "Good, 'cause Scarlett's coming along too"

"She's what?" Johnny shouted. Glen quietened him quickly and glanced around the place.

"Merle too" He added with a shudder, it was obvious he didn't like Merle.

"Hell naw, she ain't coming. 'Scuse me" Johnny started towards his tent, "When ya leavin'?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Tomorrow morning"

#

Betty made her way back to camp, she had actually enjoyed her swim. Sofia, Carl and Lori had been down by the quarry and she had decided to play a few games with them and ended up spending hours down by the lake.

When she finally returned, she found Johnny and Scarlett involved in a heated argument.

"Wha's all this 'bout?" Betty questioned Merle, he had finally sobered up.

"Tha chinks doin' a scavenging expedition 'n yer boy Johnny 'n I are goin. Sugar tits is goin' too" Merle explained, he lounged against the log and grinned up at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and stormed over to Scarlett.

"Yer not going" She instructed heatedly.

Scarlett scowled at her, "Yes I am!" She said. "I'm sick of ye two baby sitting me. Ah ain't Valerie 'n ah can handle maself"

Betty shook her head, "No Scarlett, ye never went into town so why now?"

"Ah wanna contribute" Scarlett cried, "I'm sick of ye 'n Johnny riskin' yer lives fer us"

"It's too dangerous" Johnny said.

Scarlett's face contorted with anger, "All yer two ever do is put yerself in danger. Every time Valerie 'n ah begged fer ye ta stay, ya ignored us and went out anyway. It's ma turn now 'n ye two can't stop me" She said loudly, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Let me go instead" Betty begged.

"No" Scarlett said calmly. Her voice held finality and she marched away.

Betty looked up at Johnny expectantly, "Ye can't be serious?" She said incredulously, Johnny's face held acceptance.

"She's gotta learn sum time" He admitted.

"Well ah'll go fer ye 'n look out fer her" She offered. He shook his head and Betty sighed, her eyes casted downwards and she went and rejoined Merle.

"Ye can't go anyway" Merle explained, having overheard the whole conversation.

Betty cocked her head to the side questionably. "Ye 'ave that bet wit Daryl 'member? He's takin ye huntin' tomorrow"