bethyl drabble prompts
@bethylgrixon requested numbers 54, 56, OR 58 from this list that I reblogged, but I went ahead and did all three AND made them connected! oh, and i made them all fluff, too. thank you for the prompts!! :)
(54) Beth had a wry smile on her sun-kissed face as she gazed up into the dark blue of Daryl’s eyes, her hands fiddling with the bottom of his vest. They were standing close and he was eyeing her suspiciously, wondering why she looked so excited. “What is it?” He asked, looking her up and down, unable to hold back a smirk of his own. She shrugged. “Got a surprise for ya… But not until you come back.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh yeah?” She nodded. “Bet ya can’t guess what it is.” He looked thoughtful for a second before teasing, “Ya love me?” She giggled, tugging his vest. “Well, yeah. But it’s somethin’ else.” He didn’t look surprised and he was pretty sure he knew what it would be. He’d heard her asking Glenn to try to find the missing ingredients she needed to bake Daryl a “surprise” birthday cake earlier. He assumed the younger man must’ve found what she needed on their last run. “Alright, well then you just keep it to yerself till I get back and we’ll see how surprised I am,” he joked, giving her a peck on the lips to silence any argument. A few minutes later, she stood by the open gate of the prison next to Maggie, who had baby Hershel on her hip, and watched the caravan heading down the road in search of more supplies. Maggie looked over and saw the wide grin on her little sister’s face. “You didn’t tell him yet?” She asked. Beth shook her head, looking over to Maggie with a mischievous grin. “He doesn’t even know I got Glenn to pick me up a test. He thinks I baked him a cake for his birthday…” Maggie’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “So he has no idea you’re pregnant…?” Beth kept grinning. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”
(56) Maggie, Glenn, Beth, and Daryl were all standing by the gate of the prison. The boys were sweaty and dirty, having just returned from their two-day run. Glenn had been saying hello to baby Hershel as Maggie held him, the toddler’s eyes lighting up at the sight of his father. Beth was standing before Daryl, a look of excitement evident on her glowing face. “Well? The surprise?” Daryl urged her. “Where’s my cake?” Beth laughed, and Maggie let out a chuckle of her own. “Cake? There’s no cake. Well… if that’s what you wanna call it.” She placed a hand on her own lower stomach and gave Daryl a meaningful look. He stared at her for a moment, his brows furrowed in confusion. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. “You’re… you’re kiddin’, right?” He was suddenly breathless, and his face went pale. She shook her head. “I’m pregnant.” His eyes grew to the size of saucers and Glenn let out a loud whoop of excitement. Maggie squealed with delight as Daryl scooped Beth up in his arms and hugged her so tight, he picked her feet up off the ground. She was laughing, tears in her eyes. Baby Hershel joined in on the laughter behind them, making Glenn and Maggie grin. When they finally parted, Glenn threw his arms around Daryl, but the redneck quickly shoved his arms away and backed up towards Beth. “Oh, c'mon, man! This is fantastic news!” Glenn exclaimed, arms still held out expectantly. Daryl shook his head and threw an arm over Beth’s shoulders. “I don’t do hugs.”
(58) The men were in desperate need of help when Daryl and Glenn had come across them. It took at least half an hour for the four of them to put down the large group of Walkers that had surrounded the men. But it helped that Daryl and Glenn had been able to approach the group from behind and attack them while they were distracted by the two strangers who were fighting for their lives desperately. They had been ferocious - not a single bolt from Daryl’s crossbow missed its mark, and Glenn had put down Walkers with a knife as if it were second nature to him. What really stopped the two strangers in their tracks was the sight of Daryl. He’d caught the last Walker moving, a bolt protruding from the side of its head, but it apparently still had its brain intact because it reached a hand back up seemingly out of nowhere and grabbed one of the unknown men’s legs, pulling him to the ground alongside it. Its teeth were seconds away from biting into flesh when Daryl crossed the distance between them in a flash and stomped down on its head as hard as he could with one solid boot. The head of the Walker squished beneath the sole and splattered blood and brain matter all over the helpless man on the ground. He stared up in awe at Daryl, mouth agape. The men were young, probably no older than Beth, and had been crying out for help when Glenn and Daryl rode up. Now they stared at the pair in shock, obviously impressed by how smoothly they put down Walkers. But Glenn and Daryl had been doing this for years. It was a honed skill for them. “Wh-who are you?” The young man on the ground stuttered, still staring up at the redneck, a sparkle of admiration and gratuity in his eyes. Daryl propped his crossbow up on his shoulder and gave the man a once-over, then answered with the most casual of tones, “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
