Atypical
Everyone wasn't sure where the nicknames came from. They didn't make sense to any of them. Daryl walked over to Beth, sitting around the fire and sat beside her. "Mornin' killer," he mumbled as he sat beside her, taking the plate of food she offered him.
She smirked and bumped their shoulders. "Morning Dixie." She giggled when he gave her a playful glare.
"Okay, I have to ask," Glenn said, putting his plate down. "What's with the nicknames? Beth if the furthest thing away from a killer, and I'm surprised you're letting her get away with calling you Dixie."
Beth and Daryl just looked at each other and she smiled. "It's just us," she answered, looking back at Glenn. The group sighed and Glenn shook his head. They really didn't understand. Beth and Daryl just looked at each other, content to leave them oblivious to their little secret.