Make it Till You Don't

Never Have I Ever

"That's a real drink right there." Daryl said as he poured Beth a cup of moonshine from the shed. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Beth spoke up, glancing down at the cup. "It's just... my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind."

I let out a chuckle. "Ain't nothing worse seeing out there anymore anyway." Daryl replied, which isn't wrong.

I watched as Beth brought the cup up, taking a sip as she cringed slightly. "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted."

"Alcohol doesn't typically taste good unless mixed with something. And moonshine is straight alcohol." I smirked at her scrunched up face.

She went to drink the rest, getting somewhat used to its taste. She let out a chuckle, grabbing the jar to pour more into the cup. "Second rounds better."

"Slow down." Daryl warned her.

Beth looked up at Daryl. "This one's for you."

"No, I'm good." He denied the drink.

"Why?" She asked him, causing me to look over at him as well, curious.

"Someone's got to keep watch." He told us.

I pointed to myself. "Uh, I'm here too, ya know. I can keep watch too."

"So, what, you're like my chaperone now?" Beth asked him. "And (Y/N) can keep watch too, like she said."

"Just drink lots of water." Daryl rebutted, walking off.

I let out a sigh at his stubbornness. "Well if he won't have any, I will." I reached for one of the jars, downing some of it quickly.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon." Beth retorted, causing me to laugh as it reminded me of the reaction I'd get for calling Daryl that.

Daryl began grabbing sheets and nailing them over the windows as Beth decided to look around.  I found a magazine and decided to kill time by flipping through, not at all interested as it was dated back in 2005.

"Who'd go into a store and walk out with this?" Beth spoke up, causing me to look in her direction, seeing as she held up an ashtray designed as a bra.

"My dad, that's who." Daryl replied, turning to look at it before explaining. "Oh, he's a dumbass. He'd set those up on top of the TV set, use them as target practice."

Beth glanced from the ashtray, to Daryl. "He shot things inside your house?"

I looked at Daryl, realizing this was the first time he mentioned his father. He only ever talked about Merle and that one time he told Carl about his mother.

"It was just a bunch of junk anyway. That's how I knew what this place was. That shed out there, my dad had a place just like this." Daryl explained, pointing around. "You got your Dumpster chair. That's for sitting in and your drawers all summer drinking. Got your fancy buckets. That's for spitting chaw in after your old lady tells you to stop smoking." He grabbed a newspaper, holding it up. "You got your internet." He stopped as we heard a Walker outside, glancing out the window. "It's just one of 'em."

"Should we get it?" Beth asked him.

I shrugged, staying put as I flipped another page of the magazine. "Not harming anyone right now."

Daryl nodded. "If he keeps making too much noise, yeah."

"Well, if we're gonna be trapped again, we might as well make the best of it." Beth replied, grabbing another moonshine jar. "Unless you're too busy chaperoning, Mr. Dixon."

I smirked, holding my jar from earlier, holding it up as I glanced back to the man. "What'll it be, Mr. Dixon?" I grinned even more as I got the look I would always receive, knowing it still got to him.