daryl dixon

beth’s mouth opened lightly. really? after everything, all he had to say was that? she quickly walked to stand in front of him. whatever he was mentally going through, he was going to have to face it. face her. “look at me,” she insisted. beth wanted a lot of things from him. she reached to take hold of his hand but stopped herself before any contact was made. she knew what he was capable of. “what do i want? i want you to know that i missed you. i want you to know that whatever happened – happened and i’m sorry i couldn’t be with you through it all. i want you to know that –” her voice cracked, her bottom lip trembling lightly. “i’m so happy to see you.”

it felt like an entire stream of emotions hit him at the same time, which he absolutely hated. he had felt this way the second she had gotten shot, but just assumed she’d never be with him again. slowly but surely, the redneck grabbed onto his body to push himself up. “i couldn’t save you,” he mumbled - his voice soft, but his body was still tense. finally, when he stood up - his bright eyes made contact with that blonde hair. her blue eyes, her delicate features, her lips. all of it, it was making him break. “beth i couldn’t save you,” he repeated - his body unraveling as the tears began to travel towards his eyes.

“Right,” he mumbled with a small roll of his eyes. “Where the hell did you even come from? Find your candy somewhere else.”

Furrowed brows accompanied Shane’s quick rub at his head. “Huh - guess so.. I’m wishin’ I had all this luck before I died.” His weighted shoulders shrugged -   as if dying was a subject to be nonchalant about.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dick head,” he huffed - taking a light to the small cigarette that was between his lips.

walking home from another day of work – beth was exhausted. they didn’t ask much of her, there weren’t many babies in the care facility and the few that were there were as calm as can be. it was more the emotional part of her that was restless. every time she stared at a child’s face she was reminded of judith and everyone else. it hurt, of course it hurt. beth’s right hand was gripping on to her left arm as she walked – her eyes on the floor. that was until she actually sensed someone near her. because of instinct, she took a quick step back and looked ahead at the stranger, taking a quick peek. she didn’t think nothing of it. just another person she has yet to talk to. the motorcycle was a nice gesture too. it reminded her a lot of – beth bit her lip. it couldn’t be…. but that hair, the motorcycle, their form. she was absolutely certain of who he was now. “DARYL.”

in the past couple of days, he had seen a lot. people he thought were gone, the world back to the way it was - his mind was discombobulated. but hearing that voice, that was something he never expected. sure, shane was okay and seeing lori again made him feel something on the inside. but that voice, it couldn’t be real. his body stayed against the metal of his bike, his brown eyes closing for a second. “what do you want,” he huffed from the other side of the bike, hoping and praying he wouldn’t be forced to pick up his body so he didn’t have to face any feeling he’d feel when he saw her.

            An amused laugh slips from between the former police officer’s lips. Leave it to Daryl to be so blasé about being thrown into a new place. ❝M'Afraid I can’t. I don’t know where here is but I know there ain’t no walkers. We’re safe – maybe you can help me figure all this stuff out.❞

“Stonefield,” he spoke - his voice low, the evident accent ripping through his chapped lips. “It’s Stonefield England, no one knows how we got here and that’s all I know about it.”

Shane couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not REAL?” He followed after him, trailing a few feet behind the guy. “Dixon, am I gonna have to put you in a ‘nother chokehold to show you how real I am?”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he huffed - stopping in his tracks so that his brown eyes could get a good look at him. “Guess your ass got lucky, didn’t ya?” 

“Daryl?! Thank god you’re here! And oh, uh - you’re in Stonefield.. England. And before you say anything - I know.. Super fucking weird that we’ve just randomly showed up here, but there’s not much you can do about it.”

“At least it’s over, right?” he explained, his brown eyes peering up and down his friend. “I don’t even know what to do ‘round here now. What do we do in - what ya’ call it? Stonefield?”

“’Scuse me? Tha - That’s not what I want. I just don’t have your candy.”

“What in the hell,” he mumbled underneath his breath, bringing his head up just for a second to catch sight of the new blonde.

“How - ?” he paused, pressing his lips together. He didn’t want to ask questions to a kid, even though Daryl didn’t think of Carl as one. But asking him more questions probably wasn’t the best idea, seeing as he practically just spilled the entire story to him. “Your mom,” he spoke - breaking eye contact from the boy for just a second.

“judith is a baby,” he stated in a low voice - but his matter of fact tone was still there. “you’re not a baby, shit like that don’t just happen.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the infection.”