Bethyl Drabbles #4 (D)

Couple Names.

Daryl wonders where Beth gets her imagination from. She says the weirdest things at random, especially when he least expects it, like now. She has this look on her face that he can immediately recognise as her thinking face.

Or as he likes to call it, 'Beth's fucking random mood swing' face.

He does not know how he can tell; he just can. It's a pretty useful skill, he admits.

"Okay, what're ya thinkin' 'bout?" His tone is suspicious, and it jolts Beth out of her thoughts.

"What… do you mean?"

"You've got that look on yer face before ya do somethin' really fuckin' weird," Daryl retorts. "So spill it. What's goin' on in that pretty little head o'yours?"

She stays silent for a few seconds. A blush ignites her cheeks.

"I was just thinkin' about our… couple name."

"Our what?" Daryl gawks, his eyes disbelieving and almost amused.

"Y'know, our couple name. What people call us. Together." Beth's cheeks turn an even darker shade of red.

"Never heard of that kinda shit before."

Beth looks at him and scoffs. All traces of red on her face are gone. "Course' you haven't." Her answer is sarcastic and Daryl bites back a snort of laughter listening to it. It is endearing in a weird way.

Silence quickly passes between the two. An insistent tugging at the back of Daryl's mind compels him to turn to Beth after a couple of minutes listening to his own heartbeat.

"So…" he begins awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Beth shoots a glare at him and he smirks. "Alright, tell me what our 'couple name' is."

He caves in to her silent demand.

A grin appears on her lips almost instantly and Daryl cannot help but genuinely smile back.

"How bout Dreene?"

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Sounds retarded."

"Grexon?"

"Ugh, even more retarded."

"Gryl?" Beth sounds slightly angry now. But she her face flushes in embarrassment when the word slips out of her mouth without thinking.

Daryl looks at her, eyebrows raised, a look of bewilderment spread across his features.

"That is, like level 9000 on the retarded scale. Sounds like some sorta animal mating call or somethin'."

Beth laughs.

"Then…" Before she can say anything else, Daryl cuts her off by slamming his hands over his ears.

"God, this is torture! I don't wanna hear anymore. How bout' Bethyl?" He randomly blurts out, expecting her to laugh it off, but he pauses when he sees her look of contemplation.

"…Bethyl sounds perfect."

"Really?" He is surprised. "Then how about Deth? Or-or-"

"Woah, slow down there Mr. I-didn't-wanna-make-nicknames! Bethyl's fine. I love it."

She holds his hand their fingers intertwine with each other.

AN:

So, I'm doing this at 1:30am and I'm pretty sure that half of it is grammatically incorrect but meh. I also can't write in a southern accent. It sounds nice when I SAY it but when I write it, it's like a tractor that rolled off Grandma's hickeydoodle lawn! SEE? Try saying that vs reading that without that voice in your head reading it for you. Or am I the only one like that?

Swan ya later people.