Redshift | Beth+Daryl
Maybe it was the moonshine talking, or maybe it was the high of finally yanking Daryl Dixon out of his shell, but Beth felt lighter. Warmer. Here they were in the middle of the night surrounded by the same woods they’d been running through for weeks, but Beth didn’t feel scared. Finally, finally, she wasn’t alone in all this. Things were changing for the better now, and she could feel the shift in their relationship.
Walking about a mile through the forest, the two survivors eventually hit a road. They walked —or in Beth’s case, drunkenly stumbled— another two miles until they finally came upon a small abandoned shed, most likely used for hunting before the turn. The wood was worn and weathered, deer antlers hanging from the roof abandoned. She kept quiet out front as Daryl investigated the inside, making sure it was clear before inviting her in.
Up until then they had stayed in a comfortable silence, something new to them that hadn’t been there before their connection on that cabin’s porch. That silence was broken by Beth’s tipsy clumsiness, knocking a few of the hunting tools to the ground with a noisy clang.
"Dang…" She muttered under her breath, her glossy eyes shooting to Daryl’s, half expecting to see a mean glare being shot her way. Lucky for Beth, she was only met with an unexpected puff of laughter, causing a tiny smile to tug at the corners of her mouth. Wasn’t every day she saw Daryl Dixon show any sort of positive emotion. "You could at least pretend like ya ain’t completely sober already. You’re makin’ me look like a light weight or somethin’…”
