Beth paced the room, hurt and disbelief plastered across her face. What the hell did she think would happen? That they would go live happily ever after? No. Not with Daryl, but not this. She knew all of this had to be new for him, but for him to say that she wasn't good for him? That was a slap in the face. It didn't make any since to her what so ever.
Hearing the front door slam she moved towards hers. Her anger finally bubbling over, who the hell did he think he was? She couldn't help but stomp down the stairs. As immature as it may be, it helped. And she would be damned if she ever let anyone talk to her like that! She saw the top of Merle's head through the window first. Then heard Daryl's gruff voice soon after. She felt her anger slowly slip away as she sat down on the second to last step to listen. Doing everything possible to quiet her racing heart.
"It doesn't matter Merle!" Daryl growled, pacing the short distance between Merle and the porch steps. He felt like a caged animal, and it was driving him nuts. He wanted to leave but hated the thought of leaving Beth. He was like a damn puppy who didn't want to leave his owner's side. He was nobody's bitch. Even as the thought crossed his mind a picture of Beth holding Lil Asskicker came into view. Shaking his head of the image he growled.
"Oh it doesn't, does it? So you won't mind me takin her off ya hands then?" Merle teased, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees.
Beth knew he was just kidding but the mere thought made her skin crawl. Never in a million years, would she let that man touch her. Leaning her head against the pale wall she waited for Daryl to speak.
Daryl felt his fists start to shake, he was this close to punching his brother in the face. "Do not touch her!" Daryl growled. Venom all but dripping from his lips. He knew he could be scary, but he couldn't believe how dangerous his voice had gotten.
"Definitely does, Baby Brother," Merle sighed, "I don't see what you're so ass hurt about. She likes you, you like her. What's the big deal? If it's your age you're fuckin stupid. Cause if ya aint noticed, the world has fuckin ended."
"What if I end up like him, Merle! Huh! I would never forgive myself! She don't deserve that! She doesn't deserve to be stuck with some old redneck asshole! I don't know what to do! It's not like I've ever had a damn girlfriend. I don't know what to do!"
"Ya love her, don't ya?"
Beth sucked in a breath she didn't even realize she had. She was almost positive that all the air in the room had disappeared. Daryl Dixon loved her? She felt as if her heart might explode at any moment.
"I'm goin huntin," was his only response. She watched him storm down the steps, making his way toward the woods. She wanted desperately to run after him. To tell him exactly how she felt. But she knew this was something he needed to figure out on his own. He would come around, he had too.
Slowly stepping out onto the porch, she leaned against the post. Her eyes watching as his angel wings disappeared into the trees. She knew being with Daryl wouldn't be easy, but she never thought it would be hard for him. Sitting back against the post she looked up at Merle. Not really knowing what to say, or what not to. She was never a fan of Merle Dixon but the more she was around him the more tolerable he became. Surprisingly. He wasn't all bad, just different.
"He'll come around, don't you worry." Merle mumbled, breaking the silence.
"I'm not worried," she murmured, turning her eyes back to the entrance, where he disappeared. "So how much farther is it till, Between?"
"Not too much. Should be there by noon tomorrow."
She simply nodded, she couldn't imagine the turmoil, Daryl much be facing. "Is it hard?"
"You want it to be?" Merle teased suggestively leaning back.
"Ew!" She quickly rolled her eyes, "You know what I meant! Is it hard for you too? Going back I mean. Daryl seems to be having a harder time with it," She said softly looking back up at him.
He just shrugged, "I stopped giving a shit a long time ago. Daryl, he was never able to turn it all off." He mumbled, his eyes drifting to another place and time.
She watched him shake his head and turn back to her. Both of them comfortable with the silence. Standing up she walked over to the overgrown garden. It was in desperate need of weeding, but the crops looked about ready. Especially the corn, much to her delight. She was able to gather a handful of peas, a couple of tomato's and enough corn for the three of them. Smiling down at her findings she motioned Merle over to give her a hand. She didn't think he was going to move at first, then he grumbled something about how the damn world ended and he still had to work. Hiding her smile she filled his arms with crops, then picked them a couple more tomato's. Now just to figure out what to make for lunch. Most of the food had expired but she would make do. They placed the vegetables on the worn wood table. She tried not to think of all the meals the family before them had shared here. About their lives before this. Shaking her head she started her search for a pail. She had spotted a well pump not that far from the garden and she hoped to get these vegetables washed.
"What you lookin for?" Merle grumbled, sitting down at the table. Watching her open every cabinet.
"A pail or a bucket. Somethin to hold water. There's a hand pump outside." She sighed leaning back against the counter in defeat. She heard him chuckle before looking up at his amused face. He was pointing to the metal pail next to the back door. Rolling her eyes she walked over to grab it. It seemed clean enough. Peeking out the back door window she checked for any sign of the undead. When she saw none, she opened the white door. Merle slowly following behind.
For once she was relieved that the older Dixon brother was there. The pump was quite rusted. Her heart fell at the sight, but after a few minutes and a few curse words Merle got the water flowing. She squealed in delight at the sight. Splashing some water on her face, she started to fill the bucket.
Making their way back inside she watched Merle wonder back out to the front porch and then went to work washing the vegetables. It was a mindless task really, leaving her with too much time to worry. What if Daryl didn't come back? Or what if a walker got him? 'Stop it!' She mentally yelled at herself. This was Daryl Dixon, the guy who fell down a cliff. Who somehow stabbed himself in the side with a bolt then had to pull that bolt out to stab a walker. Even knowing that didn't stop her heart from racing at the thought of never getting to tell him how she felt.
She decided to make a vegetable soup. The tomato sauce she had found was still good along with a few cans of different vegetables. Combining all of her ingredients into the iron kettle, she brought it to hang on the hook in the fireplace. She grabbed the matches off the mantel, and went to work on starting the fire. Walking back into the kitchen she retrieved the aluminum foil she had seen in the drawer. She could not get over how untouched this place was. Aluminum foil, can openers a dining room table, things she never thought she would see again. Quickly wrapping the corn up she set it to the side. Trying to fight the tears as they stung her eyes.
She stood up from her seat at the table, she walked out onto the front porch. Merle rested his arm and attachment behind his head. She wasn't sure how he did it without hurting himself but he managed.
"Lunch is all set, just need to wait and see what Daryl brings back." He grunted a response and she narrowed her eyes at him. "If you'd like to keep your other hand I would suggest staying out of it too." She teased throwing him a big grin. Laughing as he mumbled something unintelligible. She stepped inside to go upstairs, might as well see if there is anything worth keeping. She wasn't exactly thinking clearly last time she was up there.
He had no right to be pissed, he knew that. Hell he didn't even know what he was truly mad about. It certainly wasn't at her. He had spent years building these walls and she somehow managed to tear them all down. As if they were no stronger than paper. Kicking the ground in front of him he cursed under his breath. He hated leaving her there, but he had to get away. To clear his head. She made him feel things, things he would never let himself feel before. True happiness, comfort… safe. It made him feel vulnerable. And that, that is what pissed him off. He hated feeling like this. Feeling like his whole world could be taken away at any second.
Hell everything he went through with his father, he did it without shedding a single tear. He would never give that man the gratification of seeing him cry. The scars on his back tingled as the memory came back to him. Merle had just gotten back from one of his juvy trips, and their father was hell bent on breaking him. To show Merle how weak his baby brother was. His father's words echoing through his brain. 'You ready to cry Darylina? Bet you will. You're weak. You're nothin! Nothin more than a nobody!' His father had beaten him to an inch of his life that night. And if Merle hadn't pulled him off, he probably would have killed him. Even as he tottered on the edge of consciousness, he refused to shed one tear. When the switch came searing down on his bare back. Lighting his skin on fire, he ground his teeth together and took it. That man left the scars he would carry around forever.
Daryl felt the rage bubbling inside him at the very thought of him. An anger so strong it made his blood boil and his fists shake. He felt his ears burn red as he dismissed the memory. He swore to himself if he ever laid eyes on that man again, he would kill him. And now they were going back to their hometown. He didn't want Beth seeing where he came from, to see this side of him. To realize that he was, as his father had put it, nothing. Though something in his gut told him, that would never happen. She would never turn her back on him. Beth would never do that.
Stomping through the woods he didn't even bother to be quiet. He needed something to take this anger out on, why not take it out on the undead that plagued their world? And of all times to not be completely surrounded by a herd. He didn't even flinch as his flesh came in contact with the rough bark. He didn't feel the pain as it tore up his knuckles again and again. Taking all of his held back anger onto the tree. All of those years of abuse, not being worthy of Beth, losing the prison, losing their family. Losing Hershel.
Finally when all of his anger had been released, he slumped back against the tree. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he slowly looked down at his hands. Red streams of blood trickled down them both. They were cut to shit, the bruises already forming. Grumbling to himself he wiped them on the grass. Beth didn't deserve to be with someone who couldn't control his anger. Let alone his feelings. Leaning his head back, he heard trickling water. It wasn't fast but it was enough. Silently he cursed under his breath. If he hadn't been so damn loud who knows the kind of game he could have caught.
Standing up, he checked his bow. Making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. Silently he crept towards the sound, following the soft trickles. Once he broke through the bushes, the small creek came into view. Large rocks cluttered in the middle, causing the small ripples. The bright Georgia sun beaming down onto the water, making the water sparkle, as if it were filled with tiny diamonds. Walking over to the waters edge, he lowered his hands into the cool water. Watching the slow current carry the red liquid away. With the blood washed away, he could finally see the out come of his actions. His knuckles were cut up pretty bad, but he still had yet to feel the pain of them.
He never should have let himself get close to her, told her no when she asked him to train her. Then he wouldn't be in this predicament. Shaking his head at himself, even as the thoughts ran through his mind he knew he would never give these last few days up for anything. The very thought of never truly knowing her like this made that dull ache return to his chest. 'What would Hershel think?' Beth had said that he would approve, but how could he? He was a nobody. And Beth was everything good. Carol would probably never talk to him again. And what about Rick? He respected them and in return they gave him respect. And he hated the thought of losing that. But at the same time the fear of losing Beth was much worse. And if they respected him as much as they said they did, they would come around. They had too. Sighing to himself as realization finally hit. . . He loved Beth Greene.
Sitting back against a tree, he stared hard at the water. He has never loved anyone before. And he would be lying if he said he wasn't scared shitless. He's never even had a real relationship, but they could figure it together. Cursing at himself for leaving her there like that. It broke his heart to remember how her face fell as the lie rolled out of his mouth. He hadn't meant it. She was good for him. Great to be honest. But the very thought of feeling things again, terrified him. He thought about her all of the time. She plagued his mind, in every way. She made him feel as if everything bad that had happened to him, every beating, every scar, was worth it. If that meant that she was his. She made it all okay.
He shifted uncomfortably, where he sat. Something was digging into his ass. Reaching behind him, to move a rock or a stick out of the way, his hand brushed against the journal. He had completely forgotten all about having it. Amazed that it somehow, managed to stay put when they escaped from the prison. Pulling the book from his pocket he opened it up to the first page. The blank page stared back at him. Beth said writing helped. But that didn't stop his face from burning red at the thought of writing in a journal. He chewed on the side of his thumb as he debated. Finally he dug threw his pack for the pen he had put there just in case. He wasn't sure how to do this. So he just wrote down what he was thinking. And before he knew it he had filled up a page and a half. Most of it was about Beth but some ended up being about his old man. Daryl blushed once more when he sat back. Did he really just write down his thoughts and feelings? Shaking his head, he started to rip the pages out. But as soon as his hand touched the pages he stopped. As embarrassing as it was, he'd be lying if he said it didn't help. Worrying the flesh of his thumb with his teeth he stood up, replacing the book to his back pocket.
A twig snapping to his right put him back on high alert. Checking to make sure his Stryker wasn't jammed he aimed his weapon in the direction. The walker that emerged couldn't have been much older than Beth. Her red hair falling past her prominent shoulders. The flesh around her jaw hung limply, exposing the bone. Her bottom teeth chomping the air as her death moans filled the air. She slowly stomped clumsily threw the bushes towards him. Lifting his weapon, he sent a bolt flying threw her skull. Her lifeless body fell to the ground, her torso crushing a small bush. Black goo oozed from the wound in her skull. Daryl quickly removed his bolt. Flinging the walker blood off before reloading his crossbow.
Taking one last look at the crystal clear water he sighed. Beth would love this. The water, the birds chirping the sun. All of it. He needed to get back to them, but he would find something for lunch first. Walking back towards the way he came, he kept an eye open for any fresh tracts. He had almost given up when he spotted the rabbit trail. Quietly following it, he was able to snatch up two plump rabbits. Daryl wasn't good at much, but this, this he was good at. Understanding and talking about his feelings? Not so much. He quickly tied them to his hunting rope, and continued his way back. Finally breaking through to the overgrown field, he let out a held in breath when he spotted Merle rocking on the front porch. At least nothing bad happened while he was gone. His gut clenched at the thought of returning and them no being there. He never even considered it. Cursing at himself for being so naïve, he quickened his pace towards the house.
"She's upstairs lover boy." Merle teased, Daryl just grunted a response. Not willing to let on how nervous he actually was. Pushing the screen door open, vegetable soup hit his senses. A deep growl emerged from his empty stomach. It smelled delicious, placing the rabbits onto the kitchen table he slowly walked up the stairs. His heart beating way to fast to be healthy. It felt as if his heart had managed to lodge itself in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he closed the distance between him and the open bedroom door. Smiling softly when he saw her admiring the sundresses that hung in the small walk in closet. She had yet to notice his presence, and he took the opportunity to watch her. It never ceased to amaze him how her very presence could calm him in a matter of seconds. She felt like home…
Opening the first drawer of the white dresser she found a couple of bras. One was pink with white stripes with matching panties. The other light purple. She threw them on the bed. Furthering her search, she grabbed a clean gray tank top along with two pairs of shorts. Throwing them on the bed as well. Turning to the closet she hesitated, they hadn't thought to check it. She grabbed her gun, then firmly knocked on the door. Pressing her ear to the cool wood, she waited for any hint of movement. When none came she slowly took a shaky breath. Oh how she wished he was back. Though she knew she could handle herself, it was nice knowing he was there just in case.
Beth slowly turned the knob, waiting for the moment when a walker would come barreling through the opening door. When nothing came at her, she prepared herself as she peeked a glance around the door. All clear. She let out a breath, before opening the door the rest of the way. It was a small walk in, pretty sundresses hung in front of her. With matching shoes lined up on the floor. Sighing longingly as she ran her fingers over the soft fabrics. She had loved dresses. But they weren't practical not anymore.
"You'd look really pretty in the white one." Daryl mumbled shyly, breaking up her admiration. She jumped at the sound of his voice. Not realizing how lost she was from the real world. She turned around to face him, he had his cross bow slung around his back. His arms crossed over his strong chest, leaning against the door frame. Sucking in a breath she looked to her feet. Not wanting to show him how relieved she was that he was back.
"Thanks," she mumbled back, turning back to the dress. It was her favorite out of them all. "But now is not the time for dress. It's not practical, not anymore." She whispered not looking up. She didn't want him to see the tears that came to her eyes. She was strong, but she couldn't help but feel home sick.
"Hey," he whispered walking up to her to cup her check. Trying desperately to pull her eyes to his. "I- I'm sorry. I- I just-" He pulled her out of the closet and sat her on the bed. "Beth- I- I don't know the first thing about having a relationship. Especially with someone as special as you. You deserve better than me." He lifted his shirt. Watching her shake her head, looking down at her hands.
"That's not true, Daryl. I've made my share of mistakes." She said holding up her wrist. "I want to be with you Daryl. I don't care if you think that you don't deserve me. Even though you do. Every one deserves to be happy. I don't care if you think you are too old. New flash, the world has gone to shit." That earned her a disapproving smirk. "I want you Daryl for who you are. You are so much better than you give yourself credit for." She teared up, "Daddy would approve." And she knew he would. Daryl was everything Daddy had ever wanted for her. He was respectable, he would love her unconditionally, he would keep her safe. She finally looked up into his blue eyes. "And if he would approve why wouldn't you? We can learn together." She whispered pressing her forehead against his. "I just- I want you, Daryl. I don't care about your age or the things that you've done. Your mistakes make you who you are. And you are an amazing man Daryl Dixon. I have never needed anyone like this. You have my heart." She whispered, remembering her silly crush she's had on him back at the farm. "You have, for a while now." She whispered as the heat flooded her face. And she knew it was true. When he left she felt like she was missing a part of her. She had never felt like that with anyone. Never with Jimmy or Zach. She kissed them but that was all it was. Just kisses. She never even wanted to do anything else with them. But with Daryl, she felt free. Like she could finally be herself. She knew Daryl would never judge her. He made her feel safe, and alive all at the same time. "You make me feel alive again."
"Beth," he whispered pulling his lips to hers kissing her with everything he had in him. He climbed over her slowly claiming her. Leaning up staring into her eyes, he mustered up as much courage as he could. "I love you." Her breath caught in her throat, staring into his eyes she pulled his lips back to hers. She knew how much it had to have taken for him to say that. His hands slowly cupping her face, he pulled back enough to look down at her. "I mean it Beth. I do. And it scares the shit out of me."
"I love you too, Daryl." She whispered back against his lips. "There is nothing to be afraid of, not anymore."
Crushing his lips to hers, she felt his hands caress her body. So tenderly she worried she was imagining it. A soft moan left her lips as his hand moved under her shirt. Trembling at the very thought of having him again. She felt his lips trailed down her neck, and her legs wrapped around his hips. Earning a low growl, she smiled. She loved the noises he made. Getting lost in his kiss she ran her fingers tenderly through his hair holding him close. She never wanted the moment to end.
A sharp knock at the door brought them back to reality. "Sorry to break up this happy reunion an all, but I'm starving. And I'd rather keep other hand." Merle teased through the door. She couldn't help the bubbles of laughter that escaped her lips. Daryl sat up on his elbows watching in awe at her happiness. It was contagious, he smiled at her before bending down to place a delicate kiss to her lips. Standing up he disappeared into the closet, grabbing the white sundress off the hanger. It looked so foreign in his dirty hands, slowly he laid it beside her on the bed. Without saying a word he leaned into kiss her. Her soft lips parting, for him to deepen the kiss. But he knew if he were to, they would never leave the bedroom. He gave her a small smile before walking towards the door.
Touching her lips she couldn't hide the grin. Daryl Dixon loved her. She watched as he closed the door behind him. Her heart pounding away. The happiness she felt here, right now, was something she never thought she would get the chance to feel. Not in this world but standing up she didn't try to hide the grin that spread across her face.
Slowly undress from her old dirty clothes she stepped into the pink stripped matching bra and panty set. Taking down her hair she stood in front of the vanity. Not fully recognizing the woman in the mirror. Her hair was messy, she had leaves and twigs sticking out of it. There was dirt streaked across her face. Sighing she walked over to retrieve her dirty shirt to spit wipe it away. Once she deemed it clean enough she started the process of untangling her hair. It wasn't as bad as she originally thought and soon was able to run the brush through it. She decided to leave it down. The sweet smell of strawberries swirled around her. Smiling back at the memory. Was that really just a couple of days ago? She braided two strands and connected them behind her head. Quickly pulling on white sundress she turned to look back in the mirror. The white dress was very pretty and fit her perfectly. It was a little tight in the breast area but she wasn't about to complain. The spaghetti straps led down to a low v neck, showing more cleavage than she was used to. But she shrugged it off. The white eyelet lace, trimmed the bottom. Staying bare foot she smiled at her reflection. She dabbed on some of the out dated pink lip gloss and glanced once more at her reflection. She looked a lot more like the girl she used to know. Just a lot stronger.
All but skipping down the stairs. She walked through the living room to the kitchen to where the guys were. They had just brought in Daryl's findings. From the looks of it, it seemed to be rabbit.
"Howdy little lady." Merle grinned at her, leaning his elbow on the table. Rolling her eyes at his attempt, she quickly looked up at Daryl. He had dropped the rabbit onto the table when he saw her. It had been years since he had seen her in anything other than the old clothes they had found at the prison. She smiled up at him, his jaw slightly slack. Stepping onto her tip toes she kissed his cheek.
"So what did you catch?" She asked sitting down at the table next him. Throwing him another smile when he didn't answer right away.
He glanced over at Merle who had just adverted his eyes to the window. "Just a couple of rabbits."
Merle just grunted as he stood up. Daryl stole a quick glance back at Beth. She did look striking. Her blonde hair was half way down her back now. He was going to have to hide the rest of her hair bands. He loved the way she looked with her hair down. The dress made her happy, he would have to remember that for the future. She turned around and her baby blues caught his stare, she gave him a small smile before taking the rabbit meat.
She adored the small smile that came across his face when he thought no one was watching. Quickly hopping up from her place at the table she brought the meat into the living room. Sitting on the coffee table, next to Merle's boots, she placed the corn cobs on the fire and put the rabbit into the kettle.
"Do you guys like tomato's?" She asked standing up. They each nodded and she walked back into the kitchen to start cutting them up. Separating them into three bowls, she grabbed the forks and salt off the table. She walked back into the living room to sit in between the two brothers. Handing each their own. They were going to eat better tonight than they had in a long while. She smiled at the thought.
Daryl rested his arm on the back of the couch behind her head and she snuggled into him. He tensed at first not used to the nearness, but soon recovered. Pulling her closer. He could definitely get used to this.
Beth got up a couple of times to stir the soup, adding some seasonings here and there. It was really starting to smelling good. Even if she wasn't a fan of eating rabbit. She hated the idea of eating Thumper. She couldn't help but giggle at herself, the guys quickly looked at her. Each with their right eyebrow cocked up. It was amazing how the two completely different brothers could be so simultaneous. Their reaction just caused her to giggle more.
"What's so funny, Greene?" Merle grunted, as they watched her moved to sit on the coffee table to facing them.
"We are gonna be eating, Thumper." she giggled to herself once more at there confused faces. Surely they've seen that old Disney movie? "You know the bunny from Bambi?"
Recognition quickly washed over their faces. "I was just thinking about the first time Daryl brought rabbit back for us." Shaking her head at the memory, "I think I cried a whole day back at the farm." The brother's exchanged a look before they too busted out in a fit of laughter. Sure they thought it was funny! They grew up eating them.
Daryl's smile never left his eyes as he watched her. Taking her all in. The way her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as she told them of her childhood. Watching the movie with Maggie over and over, and how their parents go so sick of listening to it that they even went so far as to hide the movie. But since they knew the movie by heart, they started to recite it.
"Eventually, they gave us our movie back. But by then," she giggled again, "we were hooked on, The Little Mermaid." Shaking her head when she remembered her and Maggie's silly fight about which song was better. Maggie would insist that Under the sea was the best but Beth was convinced Part of That World was easily the best by far. "It all seems so childish now," she said sighing, standing up she walked over to the window. Not wanting them to see how much she missed the old days. And feeling slightly guilty, they never had the chance at a happy childhood. It was stolen from them. By the one who was supposed to care for them the most. She couldn't imagine living that way. Sure Daddy was a hard ass at times, but they never doubted his love, not for a second. She peeked over at the two brothers Daryl was watching her while Merle stared aimlessly into the flames, a far away look in his eyes. She couldn't imagine the turmoil they must be going through.
"You sing right?" Merle mumbled, standing up. Beth simply nodded meeting Daryl's eyes. "Be right back." They watched him disappear upstairs.
"What was that about." She asked walking suggestively over to stand in front of Daryl. She gently pressed him back against the couch, and quickly moved onto his lap. Claiming his lips. Her heart swelling up when his hands found their way to her thighs as he returned her kiss. It was a sensation she was never going to get used to. They way his lips brushed against her, or the way his hands sent warm shivers through her. It made every nerve stand on end.
Daryl growled against her lips when he heard Merle's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. He gently placed her on the couch next to him, ignoring her little pout as he adjusted himself to hide the bulge.
"Found this in the room. Thought you might know how to play?" Merle said handing it to Beth. Eyeing the two of them suspiciously. Before a wicked grin crossed his face. Beth blushed slightly, accepting the guitar. It was a well loved six string. Strumming it experimentally she smiled. It only needed a little tweaking to retune it.
"What do you wanna hear?" She asked mainly looking at Daryl, but Merle was the first to speak up.
"Do ya know any Black Crowes?"
"Really Merle?" Daryl chuckled, "You do know who you are talking to right?" The brothers chuckled together at her scowl. Sitting back down on the coffee table with the guitar sitting in her lap she started singing.
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
She tried not to smile at their shocked faces. Yes she was a sweet country girl but her music knowledge didn't stop there. She couldn't keep the smug look from her face as she continued.
She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain come
The pain gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met
Not yet
Says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She don't know no lover
None that I ever seen
Yeah, to her that ain't nothin'
But to me, yeah me
Means everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there's a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright
Alright, yeah heah
She talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
Oh, yeah, heah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, ooh, oh, oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, oh, oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, ee, eah, eah, eah, eah
Call her out
Don't you know that they
Call her out by her name? "
Daryl knew she had a wide genre of music in that pretty little head, but it still amazed him none the less. She rose her eye brows at them.
"That all ya got?" She teased, quite happy with herself.
"What about Pearl Jam?" Daryl said not bothering to hide his amused smile. She thought for a moment before flashing him a smile.
"It's not Pearl Jam's song, by I prefer their version over the original." Looking down at her strings she started again.
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.
We were out on a date in my daddy's car,
We hadn't driven very far.
There in the road straight ahead,
A car was stalled, the engine was dead.
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right,
I'll never forget the sound that night.
The screaming tires, the busting glass,
The painful scream that I heard last.
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.
When I woke up, the rain was falling down,
There were people standing all around.
Something warm flowing through my eyes,
But somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said;
"Hold me darling just a little while."
I held her close I kissed her - our last kiss,
I found the love that I knew I had missed.
Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight,
I lost my love, my life that night.
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.
"Damn," Merle said leaning back in his seat, "Ya got yourself a little juke box dontchya Baby Brother?" Daryl threw a half smile her way, before turning towards his brother. She stood up to stir the soup, and turned back to the guys.
"Shouldn't be too much longer." She said softly.
"Thank God! I'm starving!" Merle complained loudly.
"Where did you learn all of those songs?" Daryl asked as she stood up. She simply shrugged. She didn't really have an answer to that. Maggie was always the rebel. Blaring, as her daddy would put it "Satan's music." Some she absolutely hated, like Maggies rap phase. But the others weren't that bad.
"I'm full of surprises, Daryl Dixon." She whispered in his ear as she passed into the kitchen.
Just in case, the songs are "She talks to angels - by Black Crowes and Last Kiss - Pearl Jam (=
Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter uploaded I have rewritten it three times and I couldn't get it just right. I am not 100% happy with it but either way let me know what you think (= Thanks in advance -C