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The night was still as Beth sat on the front steps of the house they’d cleared for one night and one night only. Back at the prison she never thought anybody would let her be on watch, always passed off as the babysitter or homemaker. But now things were different. She guessed somewhere along the line she must have proved herself to somebody. Since her escape from the hospital, the songbird hadn’t had much to sing about. She was silent most of the time, tending to Noah and teaching him how to care for Judith while Rick was away on runs, but otherwise the blonde kept to herself. Not a soul had asked her what happened at that hospital, and she hadn’t yet had the guts to tell her story. Everything was still so fresh in her mind, even after so many weeks of freedom.
She’d heard what happened to Maggie and Glenn, to Bob. Heard of Terminus and Carol’s epic moment of heroism. But no one was talking about the big elephant in the room, the eye patch covering her former teammate’s eye. There was no telling how fresh the wound was, or how deep that wound ran inside Daryl’s mind. Beth was used to the Dixon silence, something she dealt with for weeks before they found that moonshine cabin, but this was different. He wasn’t supposed to be this quiet with her anymore, not after all they’d been through together.
A sigh leaked from her nose as she realized she would just have to bite the bullet herself. Daryl wasn’t about to speak up, leaving the responsibility to fully rest on Beth’s shoulders. Just because she wasn’t speaking didn’t mean he couldn’t come to her, and she could see just how much he wanted to in that one blue eye of his. Looking to the man helping to keep guard, the blonde shifted uncomfortably for a moment before finally speaking up.
” Don’t think we’re gonna be findin’ another moonshine cabin any time soon, so if ya got somethin’ t’ say, you’re gonna have to just come out n’ say it. It’s me, ya know? Not everythin’s changed, Daryl. “
Daryl liked to believe that he was a hard person to shake; to change through drastic means. He had been through so much in his life already - what was one more thing, right? S'what he thought, but this damn world had a funny way of ripping what he thought to shreds and harshly slamming into his face what was real. Which is exactly what happened when he'd been captured by Gareth and his crew, almost two months ago now.
It had been nearly 60 days since then, but every time he closed his eyes eye, he'd still hear it: the sound of that bat, that crushing, squelching noise. Feel that sensation of his body tied, pressed to the floor; that body going limp as he strangled the life out of one of his captors - the gunshots as he'd taken out the rest. Gareth, followin' him, for days - w e e k s. Until finally (hopefully), Daryl had lost his trail.
He had been conflicted, upon finding Rick's group again. A wash of emotions barreled into him; elation, relief, yet fear. Fear because Gareth was still out there, could maybe find them, take them out. Daryl kept wonderin if he should've just killed him and been done with it all. Logically speaking, he should have been apathetic to all the bloodshed, human lives he'd needed to take; had no choice but to take. Mentally & emotionally speaking; no, he could never, would never adjust to such an action. It tore at him, every waking moment, for as much as he tried to cover it up.
Beth suddenly speaking roused Daryl from his thoughts; he blinked, right eye shifting dully to look over at her. It took a second or two, for the words to register. Lately, Daryl had been more introspective than he had ever been (and he'd been introspective plenty beforehand); which is why he seemed almost distant, belated in his responses. His mind was just processing at a slower rate, and he hated it; but he didn't know what to do. Talking could not fix such a thing; that was naive as shit.
Fuck, he was doin it again. Focus, Daryl. Focus.
"Yea," The words were like molasses on his tongue; thick, a tad slow, though he had to think hard about his reply. Brows furrowing, Daryl gazed back out towards the treeline, fingers pressing into the crossbow at his side, "nothin's changed."
Rick’s gun was out of its holster in a flash, and he was quick to move forward with narrowed eyes. “Someone’s followin’ us, I’m certain this time.” He grunts, noting that the noise was way too quiet for any walker to make.
Shit.
It was probably Gareth; Daryl had thought he'd lost that bastard's trail, but apparently not. Fucking shit! He should've waited longer. Should've waited more before findin' Rick and the others. Jaw clenching, Daryl motioned for Rick to stay back, then quickly, but quietly, rushed into the bush.
Struggling was heard; Daryl grabbed hold of their shirt, tossed the person out, then stood over 'em, his crossbow aimed directly at their forehead. His right eye was dark, expression thinned, even.
"P-Please! Don't shoot!!" It was a young man; round eighteen or so, from the look's of things. Tall, almost girly in features - scruffy black hair, the brightest of blue eyes that Daryl's ever damn near seen. Kid looked bout ready to piss himself.
"The fuck ya been followin' us for, boy?"
"J-James! My name is James," He spoke, hurriedly, sweat running down the side of his face. James glanced from Daryl, over to Rick. Lookin like he weren't sure which of the elder men he was more terrified of, "I-I wasn't followin' you, I swear! I just heard somebody else in here and came to make sure it wasn't bandits!"
Daryl's eye narrowed critically at James a moment, before he looked back at Rick with a slightly quirked brow: what to do?
Maybe I could've--
A soft smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she kept
her gaze focused on his face. Her eyes lingered on his, taking in the softness behind them that she used to not notice. They slowly moved down towards the scars on his face and then down towards his lips, lingering their for a brief moment. Her smile slowly faded, thoughts lingering on things that Beth normally wouldn’t have thought about.
She quickly lowered her gaze back down onto the floor, blush quickly spreading across her face and up to her ears. Blonde strands of hair fell in front of her face and almost immediately after she tucked them carefully behind her ear as she closed her eyes. Beth forced in a soft breath, hoping to calm her shaky nerves with a hushed exhale.
❝ Yeah, I ‘spose so. You’re just a good teacher, I think. ❞
"Do what I can," He shrugged; that smile widening a bit. He'd never been told he was good at somethin' like teaching before. Honestly, Daryl didn't mind it - sure, awkward at points, but he enjoyed passing knowledge onto others. Made him feel like he were finally doin things right. For once.
Observant as he was, Daryl hadn't caught Beth's lingering gaze; mostly because he was keen on not staring at her. If he gazed for too long, he might not want to look away. Had to catch himself sometimes. He rubbed at the side of his neck again, not sure why, but he felt awkward. Not uncomfortable, just. . . at a loss for words.
"So, uh, . . .y'sing any lately?" That smile softened, when he recalled how she'd sung for him in the service area of that funeral home.
”Did ya’ hear that?”
Daryl gave a brief nod; his right eye focusing on the spot where he'd heard the rustle of bush, that snapping of twig. His crossbow was already aimed, bolt loaded.
‘ i mean, you don’t have to. i could ask someone else, but they’ll think i’m stupid..or something. ‘
she looked at the book, mentally cursing her inability to read.
Daryl huffed a breath through his nostrils, a slight smirk crossing his face; his eye looked amused, "Already said I'd do it, yea? Sit your ass down," Reaching out, he gently gripped her wrist, tugged her closer then sat her on his right side so he could see her.
Moving his hand from her, he reached out, turned the book a tad so he could read the spine, since the back cover was facing him, "What'cha got there?"
her cheeks were flushed, and it was obvious she was embarrassed.
‘ um.. can..can you help me read? I..don’t really know how to… ‘
". . .T'what?" He mumbled, his eye widening, eyebrow lifting. Of course, Daryl had heard her, it just took a second to register. He cleared his throat, rubbing at the side of his neck, "Er, sure thing, Little One. Mean, I can do my best to."
Daryl was actually very well read - despite some speculation otherwise from some idiots - but he had never taught anyone before. Most he'd ever done was with crossbows, never with books.
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‘um…
can you.. help me with something? ‘
clem held the book sarah let her borrow behind her back.
Daryl blinked, shifting his one eye to glance over at Clementine from where he'd been sitting by the window. It weren't often they found a building to shack up in, but they'd gotten lucky. Been here for a while now; a sense of security that made Daryl both calm and uneasy at the same time.
". . .Sure, Little One; what'cha need?"
This time I might just---
An alternate scene; in which Rick and Co. are slaughtered by Gareth and a new group of his buddies, after Daryl successfully escapes being captured. UNDER THE CUT TO AVOID DASH TAKEOVER!
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one quick glance at the broken grin and dark eyes rip from his features all together. for a split second, gareth considers killing him ; he wants to cut him up, cook him, and send the meat back to rick and his people. he feels like he’s being MOCKED, and if rick doesn’t act, it will only make matters worse for the archer tomorrow.
gareth brings the bat down a final time, followed by a kick to the jaw with his boot. he takes a step back, breath hitched and eyes rabid. blood drips from the bottom of the bat, slow and rhythmically, and all gareth does is stare.
Daryl's head jerks a bit from the kick to the jaw; he's knocked out before he can respond, or register the pain fully. Gareth, probably unknowingly, had hit Daryl's jaw in such a way that a knock out was guaranteed. Still, that grin stays plastered on Daryl's face, only slipping away after another couple of moments.
"Keep an eye open," Daryl spoke in a gruff manner, then paused belatedly. He gave Ben a rather pointed look with his only good eye, hopin' the little shit hadn't found that too amusing.
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Maybe I could've--
Beth watched as the muscle’s in his jaw tighten. He’d seen
what she’d tried to hide from him. It was inevitable though and she knew it. It was all in the past and there was nothing that could be done to change that. Beth took it as a lesson, something the formed her into a stronger woman — the woman who had fought her way to get back to them.
Daryl stepped back and it caught her off guard, forcing her to become unbalanced and feeling a little shaky on her own two feet. Beth tucked her hair behind her ear, awkwardly forcing herself to look down at her own feet. She drew in a soft breath and exhaled slowly as she lifted her gaze back up to meet his. The smile on his face only made the one on her own grow with each passing minute.
❝ Thank you, I mean it. I got out because of the things you taught me. ❞
His heart swelled at her thanks; he felt his stomach tighten, his fingertips shivering. Daryl wanted to reach out, hold her again - it didn't have to be an embrace; just a hand on her face, her arm. Some type of physical contact. More reassurance she was here. But he didn't know how to go about doing that. Awkward affection, thy name is Daryl Dixon.
Breathing lightly, he wasn't entirely certain what to respond with. Daryl had never been good with accepting thanks for the things he'd done; it was embarrassing. Felt nice as hell, but still.
"No problem," He shrugged a shoulder some, but that response didn't sound enough to him. So, Daryl kept goin, voice sounding just a touch embarrassed, though trying to hide it, "y'weren't that hard to teach - good listener, n'all."
Gruff men who get all soft and happy when they’re with you
Big men with calloused hands who touch you like you’re something incredibly special
Grumpy men who chuckle at your bad jokes
Calm men who get protective and irrational and then pretend like they didn’t
Stoic men who look at you with gentle smiles on their face when you’re not looking at them with an expression that sort of says “I can’t believe s/he’s with me.”
Did you mean: Daryl Dixon?
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gareth takes a small step back as the chair hits the ground. his jaw clenches, eyes scanning the damage a single blow created. liquid trickles down the side of his face ; skin pink and beginning to swell. it was satisfying, the swing of a bat, but daryl’s not shouting – it can’t have been that bad.
so he brings the bat down against his face with a low grunt. the first hit was for his mother, and this one for his brother. he doesn’t want to cause brain damage, so the hits aren’t as hard as he wishes, but gareth wants daryl to remember who did this to him ; he wants him to remember not to crawl under his skin again.
Daryl didn't close his other eye; and he didn't scream, the only noise being a brief grunt, as Gareth brought the bat back down again. That burst of pain, that feeling of the bone in his skull breaking, damaging beyond proper repair, shocked through his body. But Daryl kept his right eye open, that defiance and strength, dark expression, still there - and he stared right at Gareth.
A slightly shaking grin crossed his face. This was nothing. And he would let Gareth know it without words; Daryl worked better with actions, anyway - they spoke louder. He wanted Gareth to remember that, no matter what he did, Daryl would not be broken.