Fanboy Tyreese is Born

(This is purely crack nothing else, but it was too much fun not to write this)

Belle groaned as she slowly sat up, immediately knowing something was different. She felt bigger, manlier. She gave her body the once over and her eyes widened as the realized she was not herself anymore. Not entirely sure how she ended up in Tyreese's body on a fictional television show she started to panic slightly. Something was very, very wrong. "Tyreese," Sasha called out. Belle turned around and looked at her. "Dinner is ready."

Belle nodded her head, trying to remember how Tyreese acted. She couldn't remember. It didn't help that she had no idea how to be a man. She followed Sasha to the fire and froze momentarily when she saw the obsession of her fangirl existence sitting there. Beth and Daryl. She tried not to faint. This was either a really, really good dream, or she had somehow pissed off a witch doctor and they'd sent her to live in a world filled with zombies.

A realization occurred to her as she sat down though. She was here, in the world of the Walking Dead. She could make sure that Daryl and Beth became a couple. She could make it cannon, she could be the savior for all of the Bethyl shippers. They were counting on her. She took whatever Sasha handed her and made her way around the fire, sitting beside Beth. "How're you doing?" she asked, looking at the blonde. Oh god, she had to try not to freak out, just act natural.

Beth smiled and shrugged. "I'm okay." She glanced over at Daryl but quickly looked away. Belle didn't miss the blush on her face. "Just wish he'd talk to me."

Belle nodded her head and glanced at Daryl. "Somethin' happen between you two?" she asked. God her voice sounded weird as a man. As much as she wanted to make Bethyl cannon, she really didn't want to be stuck in Tyreese's body forever.

Beth shrugged. "I thought so. Maybe I was wrong."

Belle watched Daryl get up and stalk off. Now was her chance. She got up and followed him. "Daryl," she called out. Now she really needed to keep her cool. "You got a minute?" she asked, nerves shooting through her. She really hoped she wasn't blushing.

"Yeah, what's up man?" Daryl asked, turning to look at her.

"You know…Beth really likes you," she said softly. "She told me what happened between you two…at that funeral home." Okay, that was a lie. Beth hadn't said anything; Belle had watched it on her television and nearly cried.

Daryl blushed a little and Belle's heart melted just a bit. "Nothin' happened. Ain't nothing gonna happen."

"Why not?" Belle asked. "You deserve to be happy too."

Daryl shook his head. "Ain't no good for her."

Belle smiled. This was a fanfiction come to life and she was loving every second of it. "Daryl Dixon, you're not some asshole with an even bigger asshole for a brother. You deserve to be happy, or at least, as happy as people can be right now. If you love her get your head out of your ass and stop wasting time." She shook her head. "You lost her once, you wanna lose her again?" Daryl stared at her. Okay, maybe that wasn't what Tyreese would have said, and she probably shouldn't have quoted the show. "You two need each other. She makes you better."

Daryl sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking past Belle and back to the fire. "Maybe…"

Belle watched him walk off and smirked a bit. Maybe she'd actually done it. She looked over as Sasha called Tyreese back to go to bed. She went back and tried to sleep, but plans to make Bethy cannon just kept going over and over in her head. If she was going to be stuck here in Tyreese's body, then she was going to at least get those two together, even if it was the last thing she did.