A/N Love you guys! Here we go, another Dixon wedding - things could get crazy :-)
He knew Beth and Cindy had cooked up some kind a plan for the weddin', and more important, they'd been cookin' up a plan for a celebration after the weddin'.
And just to add to his worries, she and Cindy had gone shoppin' tagether ta pick out "weddin' dresses."
I mean, shit, he thought Cindy was a great gal and all, but he damn sure didn't want his Beth dressin' like Cindy.
Ya know, I mean, Merle he loved it when his woman looked kinda trashy. Daryl didn't want his Beth lookin' trashy, no sir.
He and Merle met for a quick beer after work Wednesday. "It appears the women got Friday all figured out for us little brother, all we gotta do is show up in whatever the fuck they tell us we're wearin', and then just do whatever the fuck they tell us ta do, and then everythin' will be fuckin' fabulous," and he laughed as he took a big swig of beer.
"Yeah, way I look at it Merle, any day Beth ain't either pissed off at me, disappointed in me, or both, is a damn good day."
Merle cackled over that one and nodded in agreement, "Yep baby brother, yer pretty little blonde's been keepin' yer balls in a jar a long time. My turn comin' up, I'm just gonna hand Cindy my balls when we walk in the courthouse," and the big dumbass laughed and took another drink from the brown bottle.
"So I gotta ask ya a question brother," Daryl suddenly looked serious, "Ya always have avoided gettin' in any kinda relationship with a woman, just had a little toss with 'em and you were on yer way. What changed?"
"Well little brother, Cindy now, she's a different kinda gal, she gets me, understands my dumbass ways, and I get her, I understand her dumbass ways. We love each other faults and all, hell we might love each other cuz a our faults. All I know is I like my life better when I'm with her and she says she feels the same 'bout me. So, only stands ta reason we marry up," and he shrugged his shoulders, slapped Daryl on the back, and took another swallow of that beer.
Daryl only worked a half day Friday. He got home, showered up and put on the clothes his Beth laid out there for him. It was pretty obvious ta him she liked them black jeans, that white shirt, them black motorcycle boots and his black leather cut with the Angel wings, cuz, ya know, she had him wear that every time they went out, she said he looked sexy. That was okay with him.
When he saw her his heart stopped for just a second. She had on a pretty pink dress. His Beth, she knew he loved her in pink. The dress was fitted mighty tight up top and at the tiny waist, no sleeves. The skirt was full, but man, it was short, he was pretty sure if she bent over all would be revealed.
She had on some sparkly little boots that only came just up over her ankles. He was almost overcome with the urge ta take his palm and run it from the top a that little boot, real slow, right up the inside a her leg, and then just over a bit to where he knew happiness could be found.
But damn, D.J. was runnin' around the place like a wild man.
He'd been told they were takin' D.J. over ta her Mama for the night. From there they'd meet Merle and Cindy at the courthouse.
After the ceremony they were all goin' ta the steakhouse where Daryl was gonna be honored ta buy everyone drinks and dinner. Pffft
It was at this point in the evenin' that things could easily go sideways cuz they'd all be goin' ta the Hard Times Bar. Now don't take this wrong, it's a great joint, they know how ta pour a good drink, and the drinks are cheap. There's good music, a couple pool tables, nice crowd of workin' class good ol' boys and girls who like ta have fun.
Problem is, every time the four a them went ta the Hard Times Bar sumthin' come down that couldn't be easily forgotten. Why just this last time they was there drinkin' tagether, havin' a real great time, they all ended up with sumthin' they'd have forever.
Yep, that's right, they all got a tattoo. Not that Daryl regretted his, no sir he did not. He'd gotten Beth's name tattooed above his left boob, kinda big and fancy. Nuthin' wrong with that.
Now his Beth, she'd gotten his name tattooed on her left breast, small, just above that skin around her nipple, ya know, the areola, with a little heart next to it. He couldn't lie, it made him hot every damn time he saw it.
Now his dumbass brother and Cindy, they'd gotten each other's name tattooed on their butt cheeks then dropped their britches and showed him. He may never recover from that.
But he wasn't gonna put a damper on the party by bringin' any a that up. Fuck no, he was ready ta party with the prettiest woman in the south, hell, prettiest woman on the planet!
And they all had rooms booked at the nicest hotel in town. They'd be cabbin' it here and there, then stayin' in the lap a luxury. He was just sure that would get his Beth in a frisky mood.
Yep, gonna be a good night for all.
They got ta the courthouse and Merle was all slicked up. He had on a western style sport coat, a white shirt, brown slacks and his brown snakeskin cowboy boots.
Now Cindy, Cindy she had really turned it out. She had on a white skirt that was so fuckin' tight he was sure it was spray painted on, and it just barely covered her ass. She had on an equally tight white top that was all kinds of low cut. It appeared her titties was trying ta make a break for it right outta that "V." It was covered with big ol' fake jewels. Them heels were so high he didn't know how the hell she could walk in 'em at all. Gonna be interestin' ta see how that worked out after a few drinks.
Yep, Merle and Cindy was a match made in Heaven for sure.
Anyway, Merle seemed happy as a pig in shit and so did Cindy. What the fuck else mattered?
The ceremony was short, but that didn't mean Cindy and Beth didn't have plenty a time ta get all emotional and boohoo a little. He just put his arm around his Beth and agreed with her when she said how special it all was. Cuz in spite of what ya might think, Daryl Dixon ain't a complete idiot.
They got over ta the steakhouse and everyone ordered up a cocktail, then another one with appetizers, cuz why not? It's a fuckin' party, right? Then his Beth decided they oughta get a bottle a champagne. That sounded like a damn fine idea.
Hell, one was so good they had two.
After they'd finished up the cocktails, the appetizers, the champagne, dinner, the dessert - a little wedding cake Beth special ordered ahead a time cuz she was a thoughtful gal his Beth - and the after dinner cocktails, it was time ta get a cab and get on over ta the Hard Times Bar.
It all started out on a happy note. They had a couple rounds a drinks, they was all huggin' and kissin' a bit, Daryl kicked Merle's ass in a game a pool. Beth beat the bartender in a game a liar's poker and Cindy seemed ta be holdin' her own in them heels.
Then he spotted his buddy Caesar from work. He was standin' just right over there near the juke box. He told his Beth he was gonna say a quick 'hello' and he'd be right back. She just gave him a big ol' mellow "happy drunk" smile. He loved that shit right there.
He'd only been talkin' ta Caesar for about three minutes when he felt a hand grab his ass real firm like, not a butt cheek either, more like right there in the middle and all. And it wasn't like a little friendly squeeze, this squeeze meant business.
Right when he turned around expectin' ta see his Beth a laughin', he saw some big redhead, but holy fuck almighty, 'bout that time there was his Beth, seemed like she was a flyin' through the air and she landed smack dab on the red head's back.
Fuck a mutherfuckin' duck the fight was on.
That redhead had a good 50 pounds on Beth, and Daryl was thinkin', even though it ain't proper barroom etiquette for a man ta jump in the center of a cat fight, he might have ta break the rules and rescue his Beth, but Cindy jumped in with fists a flyin'. Then Caesar's woman Karen got in on the action. Then the bartender's gal Rosita threw in.
They was rollin' around on the floor, and his beautiful, sweet little pure-mouthed Beth yelled at that redhead, "You keep your fuckin' filthy hands off my husband you fuckin' whore!" Damn girl.
Pretty soon a couple other gals jumped in the fray, and the thing was, there was so much rollin' around, slappin', scatchin', hair pullin', name callin', and frankly? Panties and all manner a other parts exposed, that Daryl couldn't tell who was whoopin' who. He just knew his Beth was out ta kill the redhead. He also knew Cindy punched anyone that touched his Beth. He was likin' Cindy more n more.
And Merle was beside him and he slapped Daryl on the back and said, "A man couldn't ask for a better weddin' party than this shit right here!" And he was a laughin', then he yelled at Cindy, "Ya kick ass Mrs. Dixon, toughest fuckin' broad in the whole damn bar." Merle's a dumbass, but Cindy took a break long enough ta smile at him.
'Bout that time the Star Spangled Banner started ta play so loud it'd practically bust yer eardrums. The universal barroom method a gettin' the fight ta stop, cuz ya know, it's the National Anthem and all, everybody's got ta stand and face that flag, right?
He went right to his Beth, helped her up and hugged her close ta his side, while they stood lookin' at that flag by the bar, hands over their hearts.
When it ended, he wrapped her tight in his arms, "Ya okay Baby? Ya okay? Love ya so much Baby."
And she looked up at him and fuck, he wanted ta kick the redhead's ass hisself. His Beth's nose was bleedin', her lip was split, her eye was puffy and already startin' ta turn dark, and she had scratches all over the damn place.
She just said, "No one gets to touch you like that but me Daryl Dixon, and don't ever forget it."
And he said back, "I don't never want no one touchin' me like that but you Beth Dixon, never."
His eyes searched out Merle, he had Cindy in a similar embrace, they nodded heads, and Daryl headed over ta the bartender, Abe. He had his woman, Rosita, behind the bar a huggin' on her. Daryl paid the tab and added a real fat tip. He wanted Abe ta be happy ta see them next time they showed up at the Hard Times Bar.
Daryl knew she was hurtin', he just thought "fuck it" scooped her up in his arms and carried her outside.
Merle hailed a cab and they rode over ta that luxury hotel in virtual silence.
When they got in their room Daryl helped her get outta her clothes, helped her clean herself up, and he cleaned up her cuts and the whole time he was tellin' her over and over how much he loved her and how sorry he was she got hurt. He helped her into her nightie and he kept thinkin' he'd like ta kill that fuckin' redheaded bitch his own self.
She was cryin' and he knew she hurt all over, he'd been in a bar fight or two his own self. But she surprised him when she said she wanted him ta make love ta her. Well damn, he wasn't gonna say "no," for chrissake the woman just fought a gawd dang death-match for him.
But he took it slow, and he was careful and he kept askin' her if she was okay. She came and he followed close behind.
Then she started cryin' a little harder, said her eye was hurtin' bad. Daryl said he'd go get a bucket a ice and make her an ice pack, that oughta help.
On his way down the hall ta the ice machine he thought he'd just call her Mama in the mornin', tell her Beth wasn't feelin' good and see if D.J. could spend one more night. Thank God for Mama.
And there was Merle at the ice machine, fillin' a bucket hisself. "Hows' Beth doin'?" he asked, lookin' way more serious than Merle ever looks.
"She's hurtin' bad, been a cryin'. Just gonna get her some ice for that eye," Daryl answered.
"So ya get lucky little brother?" That dumbass Merle.
He didn't answer, so a course Merle had ta say, "Yeah, me too, lotsa love goin' around tanight."
"Shut up Merle," Daryl just shook his head side ta side.
Then Merle said it, "Gotta admit baby brother, musta turned ya on pretty good watchin' yer woman fightin' over ya."
And Daryl just gave a small nod and said, "That was hotter than fuck Merle."
A/N Now that's a wedding reception. Phew! Let's all head down to the Hard Times Bar and have a cold one. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing xo