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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.
The next morning, Betty had awoken from a better dream. Perhaps it was something to do with Daryl, or maybe the fresh air had calmed her down. Whatever it was, she wasn't paralysed by the haunting memory of her dream. She moved off the couch, yawning and stretching with a new round of energy. Pulling back her hair into a pony tail, she set off to find Johnny and Valerie.
When she stepped outside, she found the group packing quickly with flush faces.
"Wha's happening?" She asked, directing her voice to anyone that would answer.
"Shane found a herd of walkers heading here" Glen clarified, "So we're leaving" He added.
"Where to?" She questioned.
"Rick decided on Fort Benning" Lori pitched in.
"'nother great decision by Rick" Betty grumbled, she rolled her eyes and strolled back inside. She gathered her gear sluggishly and took them back outside. She found Johnny pushing items into their old wagon, when he spotted Betty, his eyes softened.
"Thank God yer up" He sighed, taking her bags from her and placing them in the car. "Ah didn't wan' ta wake ya"
"Good thang ye didn't, ah was 'aving a good dream" Betty smirked to herself.
"'bout wha'?"
Betty spun around, facing Daryl who was peering at her questionably.
"Erm..nuthin'" She said quickly, a pinkish hue spread across her cheeks with embarrassment. She definitely didn't want Daryl to know the dream was about him. Daryl frowned at her, grunting more so to himself and then turning on his heel. He swaggered over to his truck, pulling the motorbike from the tailgate and placing it on the ground.
Betty walked up to him, "Ye riding yer bike?" She asked the obvious question.
"Yeah, T-Dog is crammed in yer car so ah thought I'd give 'im ma truck fer tha ride" Daryl muttered.
"Great, now I'm stuck wit 'im" Betty grumbled.
Daryl looked up at her, "Ye can ride on tha bike, if ye like" He trailed off when he saw her horrified expression.
"No, ah ain't never rode on one of 'em 'n ah ain't gunna start now" She stated, she shook her head with defiance. A flash of amusement crossed Daryl's face, he nodded at her and she relaxed. Once the group got in their vehicles, Betty started to make her way to the pick-up truck. Only to be dragged onto Daryl's motorcycle as he drove away from the cabin.
"I'm gunna fuckin' kill ya" She shouted, clinging onto him tightly as the air hit her face hard.
Daryl was smirking to himself, ignoring her grumbles from behind him and increasing the speed of the bike. She ducked her head behind his back, squeezing her eyes shut while she imagined she was somewhere else. Daryl eased up on the speed, checking over his shoulder and seeing her strange expression. He snickered and automatically regretted it. She opened her eyes and gave him a murderous look, mouthing profanities at him.
They slowed down their speed, allowing the group to catch up in their vehicles.
"Ah can't wait ta beat yer ass once ah git off this" Betty threatened with a growl.
"Ah could teach ya ta ride it" Daryl suggested in a mocking tone.
"I'll crash it" Betty warned. Although, the thought of being able to ride a motorcycle was appeasing to her, despite how terrifying it was. "Would ye though?" She asked after a moments silence.
"Would ah wha'?"
"Teach me ta ride it" She said with a roll of her eyes.
"Maybe" He replied simply.
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The group had been driving for hours, the sweltering heat of Georgia beating down on their vehicles and on Daryl and Betty's backs. They had just made their way onto highway I-85 and they could already see the congestion of abandoned vehicles. It was mid-day and Betty didn't know if she could handle the heat anymore, especially with a shortage of water among the group.
They stopped suddenly when faced with a turned over truck, Daryl manoeuvred his motorcycle through the wreckage to check around the side. When he saw there was a way for the other vehicles to get through, he came back around and led the RV through first. Betty fanned herself tiredly, she wondered how Daryl was able to grip the motorcycle handles for so long.
She eyed his arms and took back the thought, with those arms, of course he could hold the grips. She smirked to herself, only to yelp in surprise when Dale's RV hissed loudly. She turned around to see smoke erupting from the engine, causing the RV to slow down and then halt.
Betty nudged Daryl, he stopped the motorcycle and turned to look at Dale. He made a noise of impatience and brought his motorcycle back around, he parked it beside the RV and helped Betty get off. She rubbed at her rear, it had been numb for quite a while, she ignored the funny looks she was getting from Daryl.
"We can look around for supplies" Shane suggested, glancing around the highway triumphantly. "We're bound to find something"
"I don't know if I'm comfortable with that" Lori murmured, anxiously glancing around. "This place is a gravesite"
"Well ah 'ave no qualms" Betty snickered, she disappeared between the wreckages with Glen in tow.
"Find me a radiator hose" Dale called after him.
"Will do" Glen hollered back.
The pair searched endlessly through car hoods, before they found an intact hose that wasn't burnt or broken.
"Ye'd thank people would take better care of their possessions" Betty murmured, she watched Glen unscrew the hose from its place.
"I doubt in an apocalypse anyone would be thinking about that" Glen retorted, "Except for you" He snickered.
Betty swatted at him, rolling her eyes and stepping away. She eyed a truck and skulked towards it, she sussed it out before opening a large sliding door on the side. She gasped when she saw it, a whole truck filled with huge water bottles. She goggled at the bottles before turning towards Glen.
"Did ye say we had a shortage of water?" She asked, grinning widely.
Glen frowned and looked over his shoulder, only to whoop loudly and unscrew the hose even quicker. Betty reacted immediately, unscrewing one of the bottles and allowing the water to pour onto her, she relished in the cool liquid that ran down her back and coated her evenly.
"Save me some!" Glen exclaimed.
"Thars a whole truck full" Betty replied.
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Daryl frowned when he heard the sounds of shouts and laughter, he wondered who the idiot was that was making noise. His eyes immediately zoned in on Betty and Glen, the Asian was wildly unscrewing the radiator hose while Betty had water soaking her clothing. Daryl shook his head and turned back to the car he was siphoning from, only for his head to snap back to Betty.
His eyes ran her length, he took great pleasure in seeing water soak her top till it was see through and her small shorts stuck to her. He licked his lips, he wasn't even focused on what he was doing anymore. She stepped away from the truck, lifting her top mid-way and squeezing water from the material. His eyes were glued to her mid-drift, he could see it rising and falling with excitement.
He was almost prepared to go over there and jump her, when a thick liquid splashed over his hands. He glanced down quickly, noticing that the vehicle's fuel was overflowing from the gas can. He cursed loudly, pulling the siphon pipe from the vehicle and wiping his hands in his red cloth. He screwed the lid onto the gas can, and glanced up quickly when he heard someone clear their throat.
He found Rick lingering above him, with a raised eyebrow and a look of disapproval. Daryl frowned up at him, only to see Rick's eyes flicker in Betty's direction and then back to Daryl. Rick shook his head and retreated back to the RV.
Daryl felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, Rick had just seen him check out his sister. He cursed himself quietly, hopping the man wouldn't discuss the incident with his estranged sister. He sneaked a glance back at Betty and almost wished it hadn't, she was lying on the ground and exposing her stomach to the sun.
"Damn this girl" He muttered.
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"Oi, git up"
Betty opened her eyes, she found Daryl looming above her with a displeased expression. He dropped a gas can beside her head, and raised his eyebrow at her.
"Why?" She questioned, ignoring the way his eyes flickering over her.
"Rick wants ye ta do sumthin' instead of sun baking" He lied. In actual honesty, Daryl couldn't focus on getting gas while he knew she was laying on the ground with exposed skin. Betty made a face, she wasn't very pleased but she complied regardless.
"Ah ain't never siphoned gas b'fore" She confessed. She stared at the gas can in her hands with confusion.
Daryl glanced at her with surprise, "Ye been in Juvi buh ye ain't siphoned gas b'fore?" He said. Betty swatted at him, she rolled her eyes at him and walked to the nearest car.
"Jus' teach me how ta do it" She grumbled.
Daryl smirked at her, he placed the pipe into the vehicle and handed it over to her. "Jus' suck it" He instructed. Betty raised her eyebrows at him, causing him to flush lightly and awkwardly shift in his spot.
"Not on tha first date Daryl" She teased. She lowered her lips onto the pipe and sucked in all the air from the pipe. Daryl looked away as he watched her cheeks concave with her effort, he instead got the gas can ready for her to empty the fuel into.
He heard her splutter and he glanced up quickly, she lowered the pipe into the can but fuel was leaking from her mouth. She stepped back and spat it out, shuddering at the bitter taste of gas.
"Ye can't suck ta hard or that 'appens" Daryl murmured.
"Oh really genius?" She snapped, she rubbed at her mouth and found remnants of fuel. She groaned and wiped the liquid onto her shorts.
"Here" Daryl said, he grabbed his cloth from his back pocket and wiped it over her mouth quickly. She retracted with surprise and his hands faltered. He stared at her for a moment, before quickly tucking the cloth into his pocket and screwing the cap back on.
"C'mon" He said, turning around to go back to the RV. He stopped quickly when he saw something in the distance. "Shit" He cursed, dropping the can and grabbing Betty's arm.
Sorry its taken so long for this chapter, hopefully you like it.