"Fuck off, Rhee."
"Daryl, c'mon ... Please?"
"I ain't doing no double date with you and some random chick."
"Hey, hey. She's not some random chick. She's my girlfriend's sister."
Daryl watched the smoke float into the air from his lit cigarette. The night was cool. Surprisingly enough, no trace of goosebumps appeared on his arms even with him donning a sleeveless.
Glenn's nose wrinkled from the secondhand smoking. "Just make small talk. I'm not asking you to marry her," he continued pleading.
Seeing his friend beg so pathetically was amusing. He'd be taunting him about it if the words coming out of his mouth weren't so ridiculous.
He remained adamant. "No."
"What, you allergic to girls now or somethin'?"
"I'm allergic to your voice, so shut it already, damn. I said no, Glenn."
He owed Glenn a lot. Mainly for him remaining his friend even with his unsociable attitude. He just really hated dates. Or any social interaction whatsoever.
Daryl met Glenn when he was still a pizza delivery boy. When he met Glenn, it was his first day. A few minutes after he gave Daryl his pizza, he came back asking for directions to get out of his neighborhood.
Because of Daryl, Glenn wasn't fired and became a master at directions. Because of Glenn, Daryl had a friend.
He sighed, putting out his cigarette underneath his shoe. "Pretty sure you're aware I ain't the nicest guy 'round these parts."
"The whole damn neighborhood is aware of the Dixon hospitality." But Glenn was grinning because he knew Daryl relented.
"Ain't buying her flowers or shit like that."
"Dude, at least take a shower. It won't kill you."
"All ya do is nag nowadays, Glenn. You my wife or somethin' now?" Daryl playfully punched him on the shoulder before heading back inside his apartment.
Daryl wasn't one to worry about relationships with women. He never really had one — or one that lasted a week. Made out with 'em, slept with 'em — that was it. The closest relationships he had with women were with his ma and Carol.
God, he hoped the girl didn't yap her mouth off or expected anything from him. All he had to do was accompany Glenn. Nothing else. He wasn't going to entertain her.
"So where's it gonna be at?" he asked, flopping on the couch.
Glenn joined him and grabbed a can of beer on the coffee table. "This pub. It's a mile or two down your apartment."
"You ever met her sister?"
"Nah, it's gonna be my first time. Same as you."
Daryl reached over and grabbed a beer himself. He opened it swiftly and took and swig of it.
"What'd ya hear about her?"
Glenn smiled knowingly at him. "So eager to know about her."
"Shut up. Just wanna prepare myself 'fore meeting her. Make sure I bring my crossbow 'case she's a psycho."
Glenn let out a brief chuckle. "Maggie didn't say much. I think it's kinda tense between them. All I know is that her name is Beth and she's younger. They're also half-siblings. Same dad, different mom. That sorta stuff."
As if it wasn't going to be awkward enough between Daryl and the girl. Now he had to deal with another brand of uncomfortable between the sisters.
The men were seated at a table near the wall but with a perfect view of the stage. Daryl wanted an area that wasn't near many people. Conveniently enough, Glenn wanted a table where he could have a conversation without disruptions.
"Takin' long," Daryl muttered, cringing at the man on stage.
"She texted me. They're almost here," Glenn replied. He slid his phone back in his pocket and grimaced at the man on stage. "It's too bad he's friends with the owner of this joint. Ugh."
"Somebody needs to shut his mouth. Goddamn. Wish I was deaf."
"You're almost there, old man."
Daryl flipped him off with his left hand, reading the menu.
Maggie Greene appeared in all her glory. Daryl had to give Glenn props. The girl was fine, all legs, curves, and striking green eyes.
Glenn stood up and hugged her. Once they let go, he kissed her cheek and took out her chair, all chivalrous. Maggie giggled and humored him by taking a seat
Daryl rolled his eyes at the cheesy display Glenn was putting on.
"Maggie, this is Daryl," Glenn introduced. "He's a bit shy."
The older man glared at his friend before nodding once at her.
At the brief nod and lack of verbality, Maggie seemed to sense that he wasn't one for traditional introductions. She didn't offer to shake his hand and instead said, "Pleasure to meet you, Daryl. Glenn speaks so highly of you."
He raised an eyebrow at the Asian. "That so?" he said, smirking. "Well, don't hold back now, boy."
Glenn ignored him. "Where's your sister?" he asked her.
"Looking for parking," Maggie replied quickly. "She'll be here. Anyways, what's for dinner?"
"Just waiting for you ladies. When Beth comes, we'll order."
"The meat here ain't that tender," Daryl warned.
"That's all right. I was just gonna order some steak fries and burgers. Beth and I'll share. She don't eat much lately."
Her tone held something that alerted Daryl of the brand of uncomfortable. He sighed and began bracing himself. God, he wished for a light right about now.
The chair screeched backwards. Glenn stood up and waved his arm once.
"Beth! Over here!"
Daryl looked up and saw a petite blonde heading their way. She didn't look much like her older sister — mainly the striking blue eyes and the legs. She was much shorter than her sister, though. Her beauty wasn't as striking as Maggie's; it was softer, subtler. She was cute.
"Sorry," she said, her southern accent delicate. "The bouncer didn't wanna let me in even when I showed him my ID."
"How'd you get in, then?" Glenn wondered.
"I had to show my driver's license, student ID, and passport." She took a seat next to her sister, dropping her tote bag on the ground.
Who the hell carries 'round their passport? he thought. His blue eyes observed the girl before him even more and saw the red band hiding underneath her sleeve.
Daryl didn't realize he was staring at her until her blue eyes startled him.
Maggie nudged her. "Introduce yourself."
Beth sighed and seemed hesitant. She plastered on a fake smile at the men before her.
"Nice to meet you, Glenn, and, um — "
"Daryl," he offered gruffly.
"Daryl. Please excuse my lateness. I desperately hope I didn't inconvenience y'all."
Was this chick being sarcastic or what?
Maggie seemed to sense this because she had a slight scowl on her face.
Glenn didn't notice or chose not to. "It's cool. We're just about to order anyways. Maggie said you guys will just share?" he clarified.
"No. I'm not eating," Beth stated curtly.
"Are you sure? You're not hungry?"
"I don't want to eat."
Daryl saw Maggie's right hand curl slowly into a fist. She faced her sister. "At least eat some of my fries, Beth."
"I wouldn't want you to not eat, Beth," Glenn said. "Besides, I'm paying, so you can have whatever you like."
At that, Beth bit her lip. "Beer?" she asked quietly.
"You're underage, Beth," Maggie snapped. "Jesus Christ, just eat one damn fry!"
Daryl shook his head, tried his best to ignore the mess happening in front of him, and focused his attention intently on the menu before him.
He was right; she was young. She was probably a little over eighteen. That explained why she was wearing the red band. "Y'all could enter but y'all can't drink!" was what the red band basically screamed out.
The blonde faced her older sister angrily. "Maggie, he said 'whatever I want.' I'm only being polite," she said quite snarkily.
Whenever he and Merle would argue, it would be physical and they'd destroy their surroundings until they were heaving. Most of the time Daryl would do something stupid and they'd end up cracking up and forgetting whatever they argued about. It didn't matter if the argument was heavy or not; they ended up reconciling.
Unfortunately, Dixons weren't ones to express their emotions. It was unhealthy, not discussing what they argued about afterwards. Daryl hated solving whatever problems they argued about. It was too much of a hassle, and it made him uncomfortable. As if Merle would have wanted to anyway.
The waiter came. "You guys ready to order?" he asked.
Glenn said, "Yeah! I'll have the sirloin steak, medium-rare, a side of fish sticks, uhhh, potato salad, and, um, yeah, that's it." He closed his menu.
Daryl smirked. "What, no rice?"
His friend scowled at him. "Shut up, man. That's racist."
"Pfft, okay. I'll have your T-bone steak and mashed potatoes."
Glenn regarded the Greene sisters. "Ladies?"
Maggie pursed her lips. "I'll just have a double cheeseburger with a side of steak fries," she ordered. "Beth?"
Beth was busy fiddling with the napkin holder. "Steak fries," she muttered.
The waiter leaned forward. "I'm sorry?"
Maggie sighed. "Steak fries, sorry."
"Sorry, on second thought, I'll have a side of rice," Glenn announced reluctantly. At the sight of Daryl's broadened smirk, he rolled his eyes.
The waiter wrote down their orders on his notepad and listed them down for clarification. After that, he asked, "Drinks? Happy hour's still goin' on."
Daryl noticed Beth smile and sit up straighter. "Is that so? Well, I'll have your, um, Peach Schnapps," she said happily, reading the menu.
He snorted. Can tell this girl doesn't know how to drink, he thought.
Beth seemed to hear that and glowered at him. The expression didn't phase him. She looked more like a kitten.
"Aren't you underage?" the waiter clarified nervously.
"We'll just have three beers and iced tea for the young one. Thank you!" Maggie said. Once the waiter left with their menus, she snapped at her sister, "What the hell, Beth? Are you trying to get kicked out?"
The younger Greene resumed playing with the napkin holder, slouching. "Yup."
"I'm gonna use the restroom. You better not irritate Glenn and Daryl. You're the child here. You're damn lucky I even brought you here. Don't embarrass me, I swear to God, Beth." With another pointed glare, Maggie went for the restrooms.
Beth grabbed the napkin holder and stared at it. Her grip was tight, knuckles white.
It was Daryl's first time being up close and personal with a normal sibling altercation. Granted, it was still stifling for him, but at least he didn't have to prevent any catfights or whatever females did when they fought. He could feel the tension and anger rolling off in waves off the sisters, though. Daryl readied himself for a potential outburst from one of the two. Judging from Maggie's increasing amounts of snappish replies, he bet it was her. Beth looked like she didn't give a damn about the world.
But then …
"You're the child here."
Daryl himself would be pissed off if someone referred to him as a child. Although he didn't know her, he considered Beth a young woman, her being most likely eighteen and all. To be referred to as a child was insulting and he wouldn't be surprised if underneath all that indifference and bitchiness she was hurt by her sister's words.
"Are you all right, Beth?" Glenn asked worriedly.
She didn't answer for a while there. Daryl thought she was ignoring him until she gave him a tiny, tired smile and answered quietly, "I'll be fine. Thanks for inviting me, Glenn. You really didn't have to."
"Hey, I wanted to. I wanted to meet you." He gave her a reassuring smile.
Beth must be going through something serious for her to have this sort of attitude. He could see through her smile and eyes that she was struggling and was slowly getting exhausted. He knew that look. He had that look before. This was the type of look that was dangerous, something that needed to be dealt with.
"To be honest, I didn't want to go," Beth spoke, not meeting anyone's eyes.
Daryl couldn't help himself. "Then why did ya go?" he asked gruffly.
For some reason, that question brought her gaze towards him. It sparked another burst of irritation and something else in her eyes. Daryl felt a satisfaction in having that capability to provoke her.
Before he could find out what Beth's retort might be, Maggie returned, saying, "'Cause then she'd have nothing to eat and she promised me. Isn't that right?" Her tone held mock.
Beth gave her a sarcastic smile.
Daryl had to snort at that too.
Maggie and Glenn conversed with each other while Beth and Daryl remaining quiet. Beth had more of the unnerving silence while Daryl had the content silence. From time to time, he couldn't help but glance at her to see what she was going to do, but she was only staring at the music poster near the bar.
The food came, and everyone, minus Beth, immediately devoured their food. Beth only nibbled on some fries and played around with it, earning another scowl from her sister.
If Maggie was so pissed at her sister, promises be damned then. Beth didn't have to go. Daryl shook his head at that thought. Why was he suddenly taking the blonde's side?
The microphone then screeched, capturing everyone's attention.
"We have some luck here, y'all! Before this lovely lady volunteered, we had no performers to entertain all y'all. But now, let's welcome to the stage Beth Greene!" one of the bartenders announced in the microphone.
Beth stopped playing around with the fries on her plate. She immediately whipped her head towards her sister, eyes flaring.
Daryl knew shit was about to go down between the sisters.
"What?" she snapped.
Maggie casually took a swig from her beer bottle. "When I went to the restroom, I overhead 'em freaking out about them running outta performers. You can sing, Beth. You should go up there," she said.
"Yeah, so can you. So why don't you go up there and sing, Maggie?"
"Don't feel like it. There's your chance to let it all out, Bethy."
Beth's eyes hardened even more at the nickname. Daryl glanced at Glenn who was unsure on how to alleviate the situation.
The announcer called out again, "Um, Beth Greene?"
Then, Glenn out a nervous chuckle. "Well, if Beth doesn't want to, Maggie, you don't have to force her — ," he began saying.
Beth stood up from her chair abruptly. Wordlessly, she walked away from them and headed towards the stage.
"All right! Once again, y'all — let's all welcome Beth Greene!"
Daryl saw Maggie stuff more fries in her mouth, her green eyes burning holes on the table. He let out a sigh and wished for this night to be over already. He shouldn't have succumbed to Glenn's pleas.
"Hi," Beth said in the mic, soft voice echoing in the pub. "I'm Beth, and I'll be singing a song that is not special to somebody's heart."
The hell does that mean? Daryl thought, sensing something bad.
"Words spoken, my heart open. No, I never had butterflies like that," Beth sang. Her voice was strong, and Daryl felt goosebumps travel up his arms. She was pretty damn good. However, he saw that she was looking straight ahead blankly.
"Oh shit," Glenn whispered.
Daryl looked at his friend who was nervously looking at Maggie. Curiously, Daryl turned his attention toward the older Greene and saw it. Maggie's hands were curled into fists. Her jaw was taut, and he saw fire swirling in her green eyes.
Beth was still singing. Daryl could see a tiny smirk forming on her face. "We danced in the moon glow, your hands move slow … "
Abruptly, Maggie's chair screeched as she pushed it back. She turned to face her sister. Beth's eyes traveled to her sister's, a defiant look burning in her eyes.
"What the hell is goin' on, Glenn?" Daryl asked lowly.
"Maggie hates that song. She told me one of her exes sang it to her in front of everybody and it embarrassed her. She hates the guy so much if she saw him she might scream. They had a pretty bad relationship. For Beth to sing it … it really shows the tension between these two. It's intense," Glenn said, worried eyes directed at his girlfriend.
Daryl leaned back against his chair and downed his beer. He didn't know if he could still take this anymore. He kept his ears open because she really was a good singer despite her true intentions of singing the song.
As soon as Beth finished singing, she received a loud applause. She walked back to their table and sat down as if she didn't sing that song to spite her sister.
"You're getting a cab home," Maggie snapped. "I am not riding home with you."
Beth shrugged. "Fine by me."
Glenn let out a slight nervous chuckle. "Aw, Maggie. You don't need to do that. I can drop you home and Beth can take the car — ," he began suggesting.
But Maggie cut him off, "No! I need the truck tomorrow. I'm going to pack my stuff and move in with you."
Glenn was taken aback by that. "Oh. Okay."
"Oh, so what? I get the farmhouse to myself? Is that what you're saying?"
"Yeah, that's what I'm saying, Beth. I can't stand your attitude anymore. Ever since Daddy died, you've been acting like such a childish bitch! I — I can't take it anymore! Your way of copin' is worse than when Annette died. You wanna be treated like an adult? Then by all means, have the farmhouse to yourself and save up for a car. I'm done with you," Maggie ended with a solemn tone. She stood up from her chair and walked away.
Glenn sighed. "Oh, Maggie — damn it, Maggie, wait!" he called out, going after her.
Aw, hell nah. That Korean better not have left me with the bill, Daryl thought bitterly. He glanced at Beth who was staring at the table with angry tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
He began nibbling on his bottom lip, unsure on what to do. Should he comfort her?
"I'll pay for it," she said emotionlessly. She stood up and went over to the cashier.
After a good few seconds, Daryl let out a curse and followed after her. She was rifling through her duffle bag when he slammed two twenties on the counter, startling the cashier.
"No need," he said gruffly.
Beth shook her head. "Look, you don't need to do this," she started.
"Too bad. I did it already. Keep the change," he told the cashier. He nodded at the cashier who began inputting the amount on the computer. Without a word, he left her.
Should he have left her? He barely knew her, so he wasn't obligated to do anything for her. But then again, she was a young woman who had no ride home and it was a quarter to midnight. He wasn't a dickhead. He couldn't leave her. The least he could do was help her find one.
He went to come back for her when she exited the pub.
"Ya got money for a ride?" Daryl asked.
She nodded and waited at the curb.
A minute passed.
"Why you just standin' there?"
She shot back instantly, "Why are you just standin' there? Aren't you gonna go home already?"
"So … what? You waitin' for a cab too?"
He shifted on his feet. "Barely any cabs arrive 'round here."
She stared at him, waiting for him to answer her question.
"I can drive you home," he offered hesitantly.
Beth's eyebrows furrowed, a crinkle forming between them. "Really?" she asked skeptically. "You don't even know me. I mean, I acted like a bitch earlier. Thought that might've put you off or somethin'. And frankly, you kind of annoy me."
He shrugged. "Bitch or not, ain't gonna let a young woman like you alone at night."
She was quiet for a moment. Did he say something wrong? He was just being nice.
"Yeah," she then said quietly. "Yeah, sure. Thank you."
Daryl was surprised by that. Maybe it was because she actually agreed to ride with him, a man she didn't know that looked like a criminal and was twenty years or so above her. Or maybe it was the sincerity in her thanks.
Not many people were sincere. At least toward him.
Quietly, the pair walked over to his truck. Self-consciousness creeped its way inside him at the sight of his dilapidated-looking vehicle. Beth didn't say anything and waited for him to open the door since the passenger's side only opened inside. Daryl forgot that she was a petite girl when she placed her bag on the seat and grabbed ahold of the window to heft herself in the truck. It wasn't a monster truck, granted, but it was quite the height for her.
He started the car and began driving.
Beth took off the jean jacket she was wearing roughly and shoved it on the mat of his truck. She pushed it to the side of the door with her boot. After that brief tirade, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window.
Daryl cleared his throat. "So, where to?" he questioned.
She let out a deep breath. "I'll tell you when to turn," she answered, still staring out the window.
He was fine with the silence. It was suffocating and uncomfortable, but he coped well with them. At least he didn't have to acknowledge her anymore and make a fool of himself again. He was never smooth with women — or people, in general.
"The jacket's Maggie's," Beth murmured. Luckily the windows weren't down mid-way and his radio wasn't working otherwise he wouldn't have heard her.
He grunted at that. What the hell was he supposed to say? "Sorry it was your sister's"?
"You didn't have to drop me home, y'know."
"You're in my truck already, so deal with it."
He felt her gaze on the side of his head, burning into it. Did intense eyes run in the Greene family or what? He resisted the urge to glance toward her.
"Left," she said.
He obliged quietly.
She's damn lucky my Triumph's a work in progress, Daryl thought. 'Else her dress'll be flyin' everywhere and she'd be flashin' people.
At the corner of his eyes, he spotted her thighs exposed by the dress that somehow rode up. He cursed himself and focused on the road. Nasty old fart, aren't ya, Dixon?
They were soon away from the roads and urban surroundings. The roads turned into dirt pathways, and trees and wooden fences replaced the buildings and chained-link fences. Daryl's ears embraced the sounds and the aroma of nature. It reminded him of his solace: the woods.
Beth sat up straight. "Follow the pathway; you'll see a large farmhouse."
Daryl welcomed this area happily. He missed living in an area away from the hustle and bustle of the city. He lived in a dingy apartment that had pubs and shady, ironically named mom-and-pop stores within walking distances. He wished he had enough money to purchase a cabin in the woods and live there until the day he dies.
He stopped until he was in front of the porch of her house. Maggie was going to leave this enormous house, plantation, and barn to her little sister? All by her lonesome? Beth couldn't manage this property by herself.
Beth nodded once at him and gave him a tired smile. "Thanks for the ride, Daryl. It was nice meeting you," she said.
He nodded back. "Good luck," was all he could manage. He really hoped that this girl got whatever situation she had figured out soon. She didn't deserve having this huge responsibility shoved onto her.
Daryl didn't notice he was waiting for her to enter her house until the porch lights turned off. He shook his head and went back down the pathway.
He barely knew her. He shouldn't think so hard about her. She had her own problems. Everyone did. The world will keep on turning without them.
As he drove, Daryl remembered Maggie mentioning the death of their father and cursed under his breath. He didn't say condolences. It must have been pretty recent, too. He felt like an asshole, but then again that wasn't a surprise.
At the stoplight, Daryl reached over the emergency brake. He must have some stray cigarettes in his glove compartment. He found three and inserted one in his mouth. He grabbed the matchbox in the compartment and lit it up. Once the smoke entered his lungs, the stress he felt from tonight's events floated away.
He noticed the jean jacket Beth handled roughly on the floor and stared at it, cigarette hanging off his mouth precariously.
He sighed. He knew he was going to have to bring that damn jacket back.
— i'm asian, and i can't live without rice too, lol. (even noodles).
this is my first bethyl and walking dead fic. i hope you guys enjoy. the fic'll basically be about beth and daryl learning to cope with their respective struggles in life and growing up together. not entirely sure where i'm going with this story, but it's been stuck in my head, so why the hell not? might be short too.
the song beth sang is "when you were mine" by lady antebellum.
feedback is nice.