The Walking Dead (Bethyl) Spin Off (Volume Two)

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"Alright," Romona yells at the first group. "In case some of you haven't heard, we ain't safe no more. Those thing's are gettin' in and we gotta fight em off." Beth watches in amusement as Romona, Maggie, daryl ..and Jessie attempt to train the first handful of people.

"And since pussies like you wont make it, we gotta train ya'll." Beth face palms with the biggest grin on her face. "Mona!!." Maggie snaps and a few in the crowd laugh. "Alright, let's get started."

-

It had been evening by the time they were done training the group. The way things were worked out with gladdis, is that the four of them would train a group a day. Im just wondering how long we have..

"Beth?." Daryl calls from the door and beth quickly shuts her journal and shoves it under the couch cushion. "Hey, how did training go?." She asked, pecking him lightly on the cheek. "It went okay I guess." Beth nodded. She didn't expect an elaborate answer from daryl.

"Thats good at least," she says, placing a hand on her hip. "When do I get to train people?." Daryl smirked and kicked off his boots before walking into the house. "You don't." Beth furrows her eyebrows and follows him further into the hallway. "What do you mean 'i don't', thats bullshit!." She yells and he smirks.

"Do you think I'm too weak? Or I'm not tough enough?! Because if thats what you think goddamnit daryl dixon-" Daryl lips collide with hers. Shes hesitant at first, but then she starts kissing him back. When he pulls away he shoots her a goofy grin before climbing up the stairs.

"Smart! But that ain't gunna cut it dixon!." She yells. Daryl makes his way upstairs with a smug grin on his face. "Whatever!." He yelled back before stripping of his clothes and jumping into the shower.

-

"Goodnight sweetheart." Beth says as she tucks aspen into bed, kissing her forehead tenderly. Beth shuts off the light and closes the door before making her way to her own bed. She had to admit, she was still a little ticked off about not being able to train, but she just wanted to know why.

"She in bed?." Daryl asks sleepily. "Yup." Beth says dryly as she shuts the door and slips out of her clothes. She pulls a giant white v-neck over her head and climbs onto the bed. "Are you still mad about not being able to train?." Daryl asks, turning on his side to face her.

"Yup!." She exclaims as she turns off the lamp and rolls over. "Oh c'mon Bethy, you know i just don't want you getting hurt.."

"Thats bullshit. Why don't you want me to train people, you think i don't know how to fight?." Daryl sighs. His intention was never to make her feel 'weak' or what not. Beth was no where near weak. He just had this mortal fear that if she is expecting, she should be resting. Not teaching a bunch of people how to stab and slash.

"I don't think your weak, not one bit."

"Then why wont you let me train?." Daryl was growing annoyed with her bugging him about this. "Fucks sake beth just goto bed." Beth makes a 'hmph' sound before climbing out of bed and slamming the door.

"Real mature beth!." Daryl yells behind her before laying down on his back and sighing.

Meanwhile downstairs, beth is furious. She plops herself down on the sofa and sighs. "I needa drink." She says to herself before making her way to the kitchen. After about twenty minutes of searching, she finds moonshine. She pours herself a huge glass and goes for a gulp but spits it out instantly. "Oh god what the-"

"Can't take it?." Daryl asks, leaning on the doorframe. "Go away daryl." She says going for another sip. "Should you really be drinking if you want to have a baby?." The glass nearly touches her mouth before she put its down on the island. "Thats what I thought." Daryl walks over and pours the drink down the drain, then screws on the top.

"You wanna know why I dun' want you to train?." Beth sat there in silence awaiting his answer. He let out a sigh. "Because if there is a chance that your expecting, I dun' want you teachin' people how to work with knives. I want ya to rest." Beth let out a sigh. "I guess.."

"C'mon, its gettin' late and you need your sleep." Daryl scoops her up, much like he did in the funeral home and brings her upstairs. He lays her down, tucks her in before climbing in himself and cuddling close to her.

"Daryl?." She says quietly.

"Mm?."

"I'm sorry for bein' all bitchy to you.. You were jus' lookin' out for me..." Daryl plants a small kiss on her neck before falling fast asleep. Soon, beth too was in a peaceful slumber.