Survive - Daryl Dixon - Follow The Plot Fanfic

Five

Once everyone is calmed down we all sit on the porch with fresh jars of moonshine, in comfortable silence, Beth sat across from Daryl and I. Daryl is holding me to his side with one arm, knowing I need physical touch from him after such a bad panic attack, my head resting on his chest, both my legs wrapped around one of his.

 "I get why my dad stopped drinking" Beth mumbles, to no one in particular.

"You feel sick?" Daryl asks, dragging his knife along the wooden floor.

"Nope, I wish I could feel like this all the time. That's bad." She replies, looking up at him.

He hums softly, agreeing with her. "You're lucky you're a happy drunk."

"Yeah, I'm lucky"

"You're also lucky you ain't like me." I mumble to myself.

"Why? What are you like when you're drunk?" She asks.

"Annoying and-... uhm... uh- flirty." I state matter-of-factly, Beth chuckles softly. 

"Some people can de real jerks when they drink." She mutters.

"Yeah, I'm a dick. When I'm drunk" Daryl replies.

"No different to normal then." I chuckle, looking up at him. He scoffs and playfully taps my shoulder with the hand that's wrapped around me.

There's a long pause.

"Merle had this dealer. This janky little white guy, tweaker. One day we were over at his house, watching TV. It wasn't even noon yet and we were all wasted, Merle was high. We were watching this show, and Merle was talking at this dumb stuff about it, wouldn't let up. Merle never could." 

Daryl re-tells his memories to us, I look up at him, listening intently.

"Turns out... It was this tweakers kids' favourite show, and he never sees his kids, so, he felt guilty about it or somethin'. He punches Merle right in the face, so I start hittin' the tweaker hard, hard as I can. He pulls a gun. Sticks it right here." He points at his head.

My heart drops a little as I listen, feeling sorry for him.

"And he says 'I'm gonna kill you bitch', so Merle pulls his gun on him. Everyone's yelling, i'm yelling... I thought I was dead... Over a dumb cartoon about a talking dog." Daryl scoff softly and looks down.

I slowly wrap my arms around his waist, pulling myself closer to him, he tightens his hold around my shoulders.

"How did you get out of it?" Beth asks, curious.

Daryl glances at her, obviously hesitant to tell her, I rub his sides gently.

"Tweaker punched me in the gut... I puked. They both started laughing and forgot all about it."

I pout a little and kiss his cheek gently. "I'm sorry that happened handsome..."

"Don't worry about it, I'm over it now." He very gently kisses my forehead, making me blush uncontrollably and hide my face in his chest.

He looks back up at Beth. "You wanna know what I was doing before all of this? I was just drifting around with Merle. Doing whatever he said we were gonna be doin' that day.... I was nobody. Nothing. Some redneck asshole, with an even bigger asshole for a brother."

"You miss him, don't you? I miss Maggie. I miss her bossing me around." She chuckles softly. "I miss my big brother Shawn. He was so annoying and over protective... And my dad. I thought... I hoped he'd just live the rest to his life in peace, you know? I though Maggie and Glenn would have a baby, and he'd get to be an grandpa. And we'd have Birthdays and Holidays, and summer picnics. And he'd get really old, and it'd happen but, it would be quiet. It'd be okay. He'd be surrounded by people he loved."