My Crossbow

Chapter 13

"My turn. I've never been drunk and did something I regretted." Beth states, again Daryl and I both drink. 

"I've done a lot of things." Daryl admits.

"I wonder who I learned it from." I say sarcastically, both of the Dixon's were bad influences on me. Well, a little bad but I love them for it.

"Your turn Daryl." Beth smiles.

"I've never been on vacation."

"What about camping?"

"No. Tha' wa' sumthin' I 'ad te' learn te' hunt."

"Your dad teach you?"

"Mhmm."

"Okay." She drinks then looks at me. "You've never been on vacation?"

"Nope. Always got left with the neighbours or grandparents when my parents and siblings went on vacation." I tell her.

"Wow. That isn't fun." I shrug. "Your turn Megan."

"I can't think of one."

"I 'ave one." Daryl pipes up.

"Go ahead."

"I've never 'ad feelings fer someone else while in a relationship." He smirks while looking at me.

"Okay, you're an ass." I tell him before taking a drink, I notice Beth drink too. "Oh?"

"When I was with Zach, I uh had feelings for Darren." She looks away from me.

"Sucks doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Your turn."

"I've never been in jail, I mean as a prisoner." Oh shit, this won't end well. I look nervously at Darl hoping he wont react badly.

"Is tha' what ye' think of me?" Daryl asks.

"I didn't mean anything serious. I just thought like the drink tank, even my dad got locked up fro that back in the day."

"Drink up." I could tell her was beginning to get annoyed.

"He's a goody two shoes at heart." I try to lighten the mood, but it was no use.

"Wait. Prison guard. Were you a prison guard before?" Beth asks.

"No."

"It's your turn again."

"I'm gonna take a piss." He gets up and walks to the other wise of the room where he then drops a glass.

"You have to be quiet." Beth says in a low voice.

"Can't hear ye'! I'm takin' a piss." He yells back, oh no.

"Daryl, don't be so loud."

"Ye' my chaperone now?" Beth looks away in fear.

"Daryl." I snap. "Don't do this."

"Wait. It's my turn right?" He zips up and turns around to face us. "I never eaten frozen yoghurt, never had a pet pony. Never got anythin' from santa, never relied on anyone fer protection before. I don't think I've relied on anyone fer anythin'!" He yells at Beth.

"Daryl." Beth tries but he ignores her.

"Never sung out in front of a big group out in public, like everythin' wa' fun. Like everythin' wa' a big game. I sure as hell never cut my wrists lookin' fer attention!" 

"Daryl Dixon that's fuckin' enough!" I snap, he should know saying that in front of me isn't good. He knows I did that but not for attention, I pull my sleeves down more to hide the scars, becoming more anxious about them ebing seen. Nobody ever asked about them in the group so I just kind of got used to them and didn't mind until now, until he just triggered it. Soon walkers begin to snarl and bang against the palce.