Beth stood with Carol folding laundry. She watched as Daryl entered with another man. She could tell this man was older and she honestly had no idea who he was until she looked down at the metal contraption that was where here right hand should have been. She locked eyes with the man for a moment before she quickly turned to Carol her cheeks hot with a blush. She lightly nudged the short haired woman.
"Hey Carol is that Daryl's older brother?" Beth asked.
Carol looked up and sat Merle Dixon and turned back to Beth. "Yes the one and the only." Carol mumbled.
Beth frowned, Carol was not usually a very judgmental woman but her tone was very much so. "What's so wrong with him anyway? No one seems to like him…"
"He is just… just very different then Daryl. I mean sure Daryl doesn't come off as the kindest man when you first meet him but once you get to know him he's a kind man. As for Merle he just stays rude even if you get to know him." Carol explained.
"Well rude or not he looked like he had some bad injuries I'm going to go clean them off and treat them. Maggie can help you finish the laundry."
Beth went and grabbed the first aid kit and a clean washcloth. She saw the stares as she walked into Merle's cell but she remembered what her daddy told her. He told her that she shouldn't be judging people just because of what others thought of them that it wasn't something God would do. She entered the cell and looked at the man who was covered in dirt and blood.
"Hello my name is Beth." She said sweetly with a small smile.
"Well nice to meet you sugar… Merle Dixon." Merle said he looked her over quickly then looked back at her smiling face, "Anyway I can help you?"
"Oh I saw that you had some bad cuts. I figured that I would treat them for you if that's alright."
"That is more than alright sugar I would be in your debt."
Beth laughed a little at what he said and realized that her cheeks were a little pink. She felt silly getting giddy over the little compliments and blushing as well. She went out and got a bucket of water then she sat on the edge of Merle's bed in front of him. She dipped the cloth in the cool water and started to wipe the dirt and blood off of his face. She started to rub some dirt off of his cheek and looked up into his eyes they made her want to melt into a puddle. Beth quickly shook these thoughts from her mind. This man had to be almost as old as he daddy. She finished cleaning his face then carefully picked up one of his arms and started to clean it off then treated his wounds.
Merle just sat and watched the young girl that treated his wounds. She was a gorgeous girl that was for sure blonde hair, big blue eyes, and of course other things about her were fine as well. He tried to remind himself that this girl had to be underage, she looked it. He felt her soft hands against his rough dirty skin and just observed her as she finished cleaning his arm.
"I have to go get clean water I'll be right back." Beth said. She grabbed the bucket and left.
Merle nodded to the girl and smiled then watched the view as she left his cell. Merle wasn't a religious man at all but damn he was praying to God that this girl wasn't underage. His dirty old mind wandered as Beth came back and finished cleaning and treating his wounds.
"Alright you should be good for today. I'll come back tomorrow and check on your wounds again." Beth told him.
"I'm looking forward to it, blue eyes." Merle told her.
Beth giggled again, "Wait I thought I was sugar?"
"Nah ladies as pretty as you deserve to have their own nicknames." Merle told her.
Beth giggled again, damn Merle loved the way that the girl laughed. "Alright I'll see you tomorrow Merle." She said as she left the cell.
"See tomorrow, Blue Eyes."
(Okay sorry this was crap but I mean we have to start somewhere right? Thank you very much for reading love you lots! ~Jenn)