Apologies for the weird writing style, and I obviously own nothing. I just decided to randomly post this after the idea sprung to my head. Most of this was written while drinking copious amounts of alcohol. Planning on going from T to M here, so if you hate the idea of these two then probably shouldn’t read it. Also, I know the timelines are a bit messed up since they’re at the prison and Merle is there, but no governor stuff going down yet. Just saw a terrible spoiler for the end of season 3…so sad. I have more of story; it’s not complete, just seeing if anyone was even interested in it. I’m not a writer, so I already know the tense and narrative is constantly changing (again, drinking!).
Beth Greene never would have thought she’d have no idea how old she was. She guessed it was June or July based on the heat, but in Georgia you never really did know. Not that she didn’t care too much anyway; it wasn’t like it mattered much anymore. Maybe at the farm she would have gotten a cake for her birthday, but not at the prison, they didn’t have the luxury at the farm her father worked so hard to give them during the hard times.
She remembered her birthday being on one of those sweltering days, because they never had air conditioning at the farm, and yes, that was still luxurious especially nowadays. But she would never complain, of course not. Was she going to complain to her dear father, who lost his wife, his eldest daughter, his farm and his leg? So she forced a smile every now and then especially around him and her big sister Maggie so not to worry them. After you try to kill yourself people just don’t look at you the same anymore. And she knew that they thought she’d try it again if she appeared as depressed as she was. But Beth gave that up, after everything that happened she couldn’t do that to the family she had left, and the poor baby whose mother was dead and was being passed around to whoever would hold it.
Beth was also the first to realize how lucky she was to have not only her blood family with her but the others that came across the farm too. Rick’s son Carl always tried to cheer her up when he caught her staring off in sitting on her bunk in the dark prison. He urged her to get up and get outside to go on checks around the perimeter, which was awfully sweet of him. It got her out of the dark at least into some fresh air, depending on how many walkers were nearby.
Walking beside him she suddenly became aware him that he was about her height, and had no idea when that happened. That led her questioning how much time had passed. How old was Carl, and how old was she?
“Hey Carl, can you give us a hand?” Glenn shouted from back at the prison entrance.
“Sure thing,” Carl glanced at her. “You’re armed?” Just like his dad, checking on everyone.
She touched the gun in her back waistband, “Yep, I’ll be fine,” and watched him head back up, squinting hard in the bright sunlight. She really should go outside more and shielded her eyes with her hand, quite sure her pale skin was reflecting the sunlight badly enough it could attract walkers. But it was a nice day so she wandered down toward the fence, and saw Daryl’s bike.
Beth smiled walking up to it; she wanted so badly to ride on the back of it sometime. It looked like fun, and she closed her eyes with a sigh imagining the wind in her hair on a beautiful Georgia day. She glanced around checking for the owner before walking up closer. She was too scared to ever ask, he was one of the most intimidating men she had ever met even though she had seen first-hand that he was a good, kind person.
Swinging a leg over the bike and settling down to take a seat she sprung back up with a yelp. The black seat in the sun burned her thighs. “Ow, ow,” she muttered aloud, rubbing her legs, and then sitting much more carefully down on the bike adjusting her shorts. “How the hell does he ride this thing?” She giggled unable to even reach the handlebars comfortably. It was then Beth wondered where he was, she didn’t see him inside earlier. Maybe out hunting, they were really lucky to have someone so good at that sort of thing. But then she felt jealous of his ability to just be able to go off on his own. It would be nice to just take a break from the prison even if it was just to hunt. And they never even considered her to go on runs. It was always, “Beth watch the baby. Beth help cook dinner,” not that she minded doing those sorts of things, but all the time?
She unconsciously scratched her nail against the leather of the seat, contemplating how they would never let her go; because they didn’t think she could handle herself. Maybe that was the case a few years ago, but then she curled her lip into almost a snarl. “But Carl can, can’t he,” she felt her good mood quickly slipping away. They’d say he’s hardened because he had to shoot his mom, while not only was her mother dead, but she watched her oldest sister get torn apart while grasping on to her to help. There was a lump in her throat and she was glaring out into the grass and woods, and then finally let out a shaky breath that she didn’t know she was holding.
“Knife would work better for that sort of thing,” She jumped at the familiar voice with the backwoods drawl, looking down and noticing she made a large scratch in the seat, digging at it while she reminisced.
“Shit!” She cursed before she could think, caught being on the bike was bad enough, but she also defaced it. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She immediately swung her leg over to get off the bike, and stumbled in her hurry. Daryl caught her by the shoulders heaving her back upwards like a sack of potatoes before she fell on her face.
“Damn girl,” he said giving her a quick glance over to see if she was okay before he let go of her.
She felt her face burning in embarrassment, the damage of his bike forgotten and replaced with the damage to her pride. She was also holding her breath again, and tried to get a hold of herself with a deep inhale. She looked up into his intense blue eyes and felt helpless, not even knowing what to say.
“I didn’t even know I was doing it, I was just thinkin’ about stuff.”
“Stuff?” He asked, shouldering the crossbow that got disheveled in catching her. “Not gonna lie, but Beth Greene is the last person I’d expect vandalizin’ my things.”
Daryl saw her big blue eyes widen more in panic and quickly calmed her down, “I’m just joking. That bike’s seen way worse anyway, you can see it ain’t in mint condition. I’ve had more than one spill on it.” For some reason the thought of Daryl Dixon falling off his motorcycle made her smile. “Think that’s funny, Blondie?” He asked with a hint of a smirk.
She shook her head forcing it back, and failing miserably. “No sir,” it felt weird saying that, but being brought up that way it was almost unconscious when speaking to people older than herself. This had to be the most she had ever spoken to him ever. “Going hunting?” She asked looking at the crossbow, then winced at her realization, “that was a stupid question.” Why was she feeling so weird with him? She certainly didn’t get all embarrassed, nervous and choked up around Glenn and not too bad with Rick when she rarely spoke to him.
“You feelin’ okay?” He asked narrowing his eyes a bit, as if trying to figure out what was off.
“Yeah, I’m just fine!” She said a little too loudly, and suddenly wanted the ground to just swallow her whole. “Ahem, I mean I’m fine,” she said again, in a much more calm and controlled manner, not that it mattered when you just repeated yourself. ‘Act cool, damn it!’ She shouted at herself, trying to straighten her slumped shoulders and pushed some pieces of blonde hair out of her face. ‘No wonder everyone treats you like a kid.’ “Maybe,” oh god what was she doing? “You can take me some time? Or, um, go on a ride? I mean whenever, not like now, but just to get out of here once in a…while” she trailed off and almost made a face like she was anticipating getting slapped.
Daryl almost laughed in her face, but couldn’t do that to the kid, not when she looked so damn hopeful. There was no way in hell Hershel would let his baby girl beyond the fence. And if Daryl let her do it, he was sure the old man would kick his ass, one leg or not.
“Tell ya what, you get your daddy to say yes, and I’ll think about it,” he said watching her slowly look back at him again. He was curious why she wanted to go anywhere with him if she was as scared of him as she was acting. And to his utter shock he saw a flash of anger in her blue eyes. That cherubic face of hers was thinning out and he suddenly didn’t recognize the woman before him.
“Ask my daddy? Am I gonna have to do that forever? Why can’t it be my decision?” She said without nerves or a shaky voice. “I’m pretty sure I’m old enough now. If Maggie and Carl have a choice then why don’t I? Is it really because Maggie has Glenn and Carl is a boy?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” Daryl said bluntly, not about to mince words when the obvious was stated. “I never said it was right, but it’s how it is now.” She looked absolutely crestfallen, and almost hopeless, and losing that fire in her eye that he was now intrigued about. “Look here,” he said getting her eyes back to his. “I sure as shit wouldn’t want to be locked up all day neither, but you ain’t going nowhere without permission. Why don’t you talk to him first.”
She was silent for a second, “Fine,” she said softly, seeming to have calmed herself down.
“Good, now get your ass back inside. You’re already burning, as pale as you are you should know better,” he said with authority. “I mean good lord girl, at least wear a hat.” Beth was a little shocked then realized he really meant for her to get going. “Did you hear me?”
“Y..yes,” she answered a little taken aback and blushing, but hoped her sunburned face hid that.
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear that right,” he said looking her down, but slightly with a teasing look in his eyes that she’d never really seen before.
“Yes, sir,” she said quickly turning to hide her smile, and grinned her entire way back up the hill.