One Shots Part 10

Moving In

Daryl didn't even notice that Beth was moving in with him until it was too late to really protest. Sure he had noticed that she had spent every night of the last few weeks at his place but it just made more sense them him staying over at her place. She still lived at home and as an adult, Daryl felt weird the one night he did end up staying at Hershel's. Not that Hershel was unwelcoming or cold, he hadn't even batted an eye at them staying in the same room, something Maggie raised hell over when she found out about, it was just weird. He started to notice a few tiny pairs of socks in his dresser drawer, panties in with his laundry, pastel colored shirts hanging with his. He grabbed a pair of jeans one morning and tried to pull them on, but soon realized they were Beth's when he couldn't pull them past his ankles. Not a big deal, she should have a few outfits at his place, might stop her from wearing all his clothing.

He opened his medicine cabinet a few days later and found a lot more than his deodorant, toothbrush and mouth wash, there was lotion, perfume, makeup, tampons and birth control. Daryl looked over his shoulder to where Beth was already lying in bed and instantaneously forgave her and forgot about brushing before bed and climbed in with her and didn't leave again till late the next afternoon.

It was a little more clear that she was living there when he actually started having phone messages on his machine and they were all for Beth. It was as he listened to Hershel say he'd be by in a few hours with her things that Daryl fully realized that Beth was just making what had been going for a month or so official; he was living with his girlfriend and he was the last to know.

"Beth?" Daryl asked walking into the kitchen and watching while she sorted their laundry into piles as she hummed. "Why is your dad stopping by with a few boxes of your things?"

"I need them." Beth said as she loaded their whites into the washer. "It's not much." She added kissing him on her way to his bedroom. "It's just a few books, pillows, my quilt, you know stuff you don't have yet."

"Won't you need it when you're home?" Daryl asked.

"Don't be silly. When I go to visit I'll pack the essentials." Beth added with a smile.

"So you live here?" Daryl asked grabbing her arm and stopping her from leaving his, well he guessed THEIR bedroom.

"Of course I do, don't you remember? You said you never wanted me to leave. I've been packing up while you were working late." Daryl looked at her like she had two heads. "Remember? After Rick's birthday?"

"Beth you can't take anything I say after drinking that much seriously." Daryl said. He watched her face fall. "No, it's not that I don't want you to live here, it's just I think it's something we should talk about."

"But we did!" Beth insisted. "The next morning! You said you hated to wake up without me!"

"You had your mouth—never mind I do love waking up with you." Daryl said knowing better than to point out she had him halfway down her throat when he had said that. "You really want to live all the way out here? I'm even further out that your dad's place."

"I love it out here." Beth said grabbing the last of their laundry. "It's so quiet, and there's basically a beach with the lake right there. We can have bonfires, I can be as loud as I want when I'm singing. It's not that far from work. Only about 20 minutes, I work 10-4 anyway, it's not like I have to be up at the ass crack of dawn."

"I don't have internet or anything. Just a phone line and basic electricity. No air conditioning."

"I'm not high maintenance Daryl, you know that. Besides if we combine our cell bills we can get internet for a dollar less than we both pay per month just for the cells and it'll include your phone line too." Beth said pulling out her notepad. "I talked to a few companies so I'd have the information and costs incase it was something we'd want."

Daryl started to say something but was interrupted by a knock on the door. He watched while Beth skipped over and let her dad in. He wordlessly followed her out to Hershel's truck and let her stack boxes in his arm.

"Son I get the feeling Beth might have sprung this on you." Hershel said with a grin on his face. "If you get overwhelmed distract her with daisies." Hershel added declining a beverage and kissing Beth on the head as he left them alone.

"What exactly is in the boxes?" Daryl asked watching while Beth started decorating the living room with a few pillows and knickknacks.

"I told you just essentials, some more of my clothing, a few books and magazines." Beth said as she pulled out porcelain pig figurines and carried them to the kitchen. "Don't you just love our new salt and pepper shakers?" She asked as she filled them and put them in the center of the table.

"Pigs are essentials?" Daryl asked as he lifted the last of the totes to the bedroom. He guessed they were her clothes.

"Yes, you didn't have salt and pepper shakers, just the giant containers from Costco." Beth added as she grabbed the two suitcases on wheels and followed. Daryl opened one of the totes and looked up. "You have an entire tote of underwear?"

"Underwear and pajamas." Beth said dumping it on the bed. "I don't wear all of it all the time, there's like special occasion lingerie in there with my everyday panties." Beth said holding up a sheer lacy string. "See? This is for Christmas." The second tote contained the last her clothing and the third were all her shoes.

"What's in the suitcases?" Daryl asked watching as she re folded all of his clothing to make room in his dresser for her things.

"My makeup and personal care items." Beth said as she body checked their now shared underwear drawer closed. "Maybe we need another dresser." Beth said softly as she hung a shoe rack from the back of the closet door and started placing her shoes into it.

"Maybe you could sort through your clothing, we could put some of it in storage?"

"But Daryl this is only all my summer stuff." Beth said. "I left my winter stuff at home till I need it."

Daryl looked at her and walked out of the bedroom. Beth followed behind him and watched while he shoved his feet into his boots and walked out and got into his truck and drove away.

"You're coming back right?" Beth called out running down the driveway barefoot, stopping when the rocks hurt her feet too much. Daryl nodded and drove off. Beth limped towards the house and finished unpacking and decorating, she'd show him how nice it would be living with her.

Daryl walked around Walmart and cursed under his breath. Might be super low prices but everything looked like crap, well the furniture did. He eyed two bedside tables that had two drawers each and grabbed two. He just kept his alarm clock and phone on the floor beside his bed, and he figure four more drawers were going to be needed. He grabbed the boxes and knew he'd likely curse up a storm as he put them together. He walked towards the cash and grabbed a bouquet of flowers too. He figured he'd have some apologizing to do. It's not like he didn't know that running out of the house and leaving Beth wasn't the best thing to do, but he had just been overwhelmed. He paid and declined help from some skinny stock boy and lugged everything out to the truck and started on his way home.

Beth mashed up the potatoes and checked the veggies. She had found some kind of ground up meat in the freezer and had made a meatloaf and cleaned the house from top to bottom. She knew that Daryl hated clutter so she had made sure that everything she had brought that could be put away was away. She had even stored the totes in the garage out of the way. She had shut the bedroom door though. She had not been able to put away all her clothes, she'd have to talk to Daryl about using the closets in the spare bedrooms though. One of them was used as a weapons cabinet and hunting storage and the other one held all of Merle's things, for when he got out of the pen. She squealed when she heard the truck pull in and ran to the bedroom and to get changed.

"Beth?" Daryl called as he slid the boxes across the floor. He smelled the air and his mouth started to salivate, he knew what she was doing. He pushed the boxes under the table just as she walked in to the kitchen and smiled at him. "You lug all your fucking clothes here and your still wearing my shit." Daryl asked. Only Beth and probably Merle would know that he wasn't mad.

"Yes. I love your shirts." Beth said smoothing her hands down the thermal Henley she had stolen. "Did you bring me flowers?" Beth asked. Daryl looked down at his hand and noticed the bouquet he had grabbed.

"I thought they might make the table look nice." He said handing them over. He walked over and grabbed an empty pickle jar he had. Beth got to work on the flowers and eyed the boxes Daryl had bought.

"Where were you?" Beth asked as she trimmed the ends of the flowers before setting the vase on the table.

"Shopping." Daryl said eyeing her as she pulled out his seat for him.

"Without me?" Beth asked. Aside from shopping for food Daryl never went shopping without Beth, and he usually just let her do all his shopping. If she mentioned she was going shopping and he needed anything, he'd just hand her some cash and ask her to pick it up.

"Yeah, needed to get something." Daryl said. "Got some bedside tables. Figured we'd be able to store some of the clothes in them."

"Oh you do want me here!" Beth said climbing into his lap and abandoning the food she had been lifting. She wrapped her arms around Daryl's neck and fought off he's feeble attempts at pushing her off his lap. "Is this the best time to talk about buying a new bed together?"