Daryl and Merle Dixon are known around for their involvement in the local biker gang as well as their involvement in the drug market. When Merle is hospitalized after a gang stand off things begin to go to shit. When Daryl meets 17 year old Beth Greene in the hospital he realizes he isn't the only one with issues.
OR
In which Daryl is in a biker gang
Beth tries to kill herself
And Merle finds Jesus
warning: mention of violence and mention of self harm please be cautious when reading
"And she woke up in a cold sweat on the floor
Next to a family portrait drawn when you were four
And beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more"
"Blood"- The Middle East
Chapter 11
Beth got a job.
She had never worked an honest day in her life. Well technically she had. Her father used to put her to work on the farm. But that consisted of cleaning up after the horses, collecting eggs, and feeding chickens. She had never had a real life job before. Not one where you got a paycheck at the end of the week.
The family owned convenience store that had hired her was down the street from her house and conveniently around the corner from the shop that Daryl worked at. When she told him he had smirked at her, "You get that job so you can stalk me when I'm workin', girl?" She simply pinched his cheek and then kissed him until she couldn't breath anymore.
She was training under a girl named Sasha who had a heart of complete gold. Every time Beth made a mistake Sasha would blow it off saying that it happens to everyone. Even when Beth forgot to give a costumer his change Sasha simply laughed it off.
"My first day here I forgot to have one costumer pay. He walked out with 3 packs of cigarettes and a bottle of Dr Pepper." Beth had laughed at that. She had also put that in the back of her head so that she would never make that mistake.
She had only been working an hour and it was going terribly.
"I'm not made to be a cashier," Beth said with a heavy sigh after hitting cash instead of credit card four times in a row.
"No one is made to be a cashier," Sasha said with a shrug, "It's what you do until something better comes around."
Beth thought that that had to have been the smartest thing she had heard all day.
She was sweeping the front entrance when the door dinged open startling her to attention. She turned to greet the costumer and the words seemed to stick in her throat. He was tall and intimidating with an eye patch covering his left eye.
"Welcome," She heard Sasha say from behind the register.
The man didn't look at her as he smiled and said, "Lovely day." His uncovered eye never left Beth as he walked into the store and disappeared down an aisle.
When she was convinced that he was out of ear shot she turned to Sasha.
"He is one scary bastard," her coworker said under her breath, "This is a small town and I've never seen him before."
Sasha had a look of mild curiousity on her face. It might have been the lack of interesting events at the store today that had made the girl incredibly interested in the eye patch wielding man.
Beth returned her gaze to the aisle that the man had gone down. It could be nothing. She could be over reacting. But the way that he had looked at her made her want to crawl out of her skin and run for the hills.
When he reappeared with a bottle of soda in his hand his eyes found Beth's again. He gave her a smile as if he knew something that she didn't.
He finished paying for his soda and went to the door. He turned to look at Beth with his hand on the door handle that horrible smile still plastered on his face, "see you soon." He left the store with a ding.
Beth looked at Sasha with her mouth agape.
"Well that was creepy as fuck," Sasha said before returning to cleaning the counter.
She finished the shift with a feeling of unease hanging over her head.
Maggie picked her up at 7, an excited smile on her face.
"What's got you grinning like an idiot?" Beth asked as she slipped into her sister's car.
"Glenn and I found the perfect house!" She yelled unable to contain her enthusiasm at the prospect.
Beth wasn't sure if she should be so let down by that statement.
"So we're gonna leave the farm soon?" Beth asked in a small voice. She was fidgting with the hem of her work shirt. It was a bright blue with a yellow smiley face over the left breast.
Maggie caught on to her discomfort and sighed sadly. "We can't afford it, Beth. Daddy was the one who knew how to take care of that farm. How to turn it into a business. That ain't us. We have to move on."
Beth nodded her head. She was sad about the idea of leaving her childhood home, but Maggie was right. There was no way that two, barely adult, girls could take care of a giant farm. Hell, Maggie had failed out of business college she was so bad at it.
Beth stuck her face against the window of the car watching as they drove past Daryl's work to get home.
"You think it'll be good?" Beth asked softly, "When we move, I mean... do you think we'll be good?"
Maggie was silent for a moment taking in the question and letting it sit in her head.
"Yeah," She finally said, "We will be better than good."
Beth laid awake that night. Her eyes staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. Her mind playing over the day.
Creepy eye patch man, too many mistakes, moving out of farm.
She rolled over and grabbed her phone from the side of her bed hitting and holding down 2. The phone rang and rang until a click was heard on the other end.
"Beth?" A voice asked over the line. His voice.
"Hi," She said lamely.
She heard Daryl laugh at her.
"You call just to hear my voice?" He asked. She could hear him breathing in a cigarette. Her lips quirked.
"Yeah," She said simply, "Yeah I did."
She closed her eyes and kept the phone to her ear as he talked about nothing. Merle found a homeless dog and is now keeping him in the house, the club house has been crazy with work, the garage was just as busy.
"What kind of dog?" She finally asked.
"No idea. Some mutt with one eye."
Beth stiffened at that. One eye.
"Beth?" Daryl asked, "You alright?"
"Yeah," She whispered, "You think you can take care of a dog?" She said it to distract herself.
"You don't think I can take care of a dumb dog?"
"That there is the problem, Mr. Dixon. Calling it a dumb dog."
Beth talked to Daryl until she was yawning.
"Go to sleep, girl," he said, "You can tell me why you felt the need to keep me on the phone for 2 hours tomorrow."
They hung up and she placed her phone back to its spot on the table next to her bed.
She felt a little better after hearing Daryl's voice. But all she could see when she closed her eyes was the look of that man as if he was planning on eating her alive.
its the govena! I always say his name in my head in a british accent, no idea why.
Any way, this chapter was kind of eh for me. But I like Beth being Beth and Beth being domestic and Beth calling Daryl just because she wants to hear his voice. and I just really like Beth.
short-ish chapter. Until next time. Bye y'all.
let me know what you think (:
