The Baker and the Butcher

Chapter 5

The bakery was up and running after only two weeks of maintenance.
Beth was having trouble picking a name for her bakery, Daryl's suggestion of "Beth's bakery" was met with quite a few blank stares and unamused faces. Carl had recommended "rifles" claiming it was "totally badass" and "I'd buy all my cookies from there"
It wasn't until Daryl's cleaver was going at a huge chunk of deer that Beth came running in.
"Mercy" she huffed as she tried to catch her breath.
"How many times I gotta tell you Darlin' "Jesus" ain't a swear you don't gotta say mercy Every-time you're angry" Daryl sassed. Beth had on a red flannel tucked into her dark jeans clipped on with black suspenders and a pair of wedge ankle booties.
With a soft nudge to his shoulder beth smiled " no you dork, Mercy Bakery, that's my name and I'm stickin' to this one , cross my heart" she declared.
"Mercy bakery, I think that's a good a name as any." Daryl couldn't help but watch the way her hands ticked and she grabbed onto the collection of brown and black bracelets covering her right wrist.
" yes sir, I reckon I'll need one of those aprons you wear. Next time you see my I'll be covered in chocolate and icing" she giggled.
"Like you ain't covered in chocolate all the time anyway?" Daryl smirked. Swear to god that girl ate her weight in chocolate everyday but never gained so much as an ounce she was a damn tunnel.
Daryl's hair fell into his face and as he wiped it away , he noticed her giggling
" you got a little deer blood" she pulled her sleeve up wiping it off his forehead "right here." She smiled the soft smile. Whenever she got this close he could almost smell the peaches and vanilla that was beth.
"It's about time I get a haircut, damn hair gets in the way of everything."
"NO.. I mean no you don't really need a haircut think of all the benefits of having long hair!" She stammered
Daryl raised an eyebrow
" well I mean I'm sure it keeps you warm in the winter , an you don't need a hat or ear muffs."
Daryl couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of him " you don't want me to cut my hair because it keeps me warm?
She blushed bright scarlet "well yeah and I quite like it long."
It was Daryl's turn to blush.
"It's just how I know you Daryl. It looks good, I uh better get back to my bakery lots to do , lots of .. Baking. See ya around Daryl" she smiled brightly then scurried off.
Daryl watched dumbly. What has just happened?
It was always like that with Beth and him.
Someone would say something and the whole mood would change, a couple days ago she had asked if he would teach her how to properly cut up a piece of meat.
Who was Daryl Dixon to say no to Beth Greene? Who was anyone to say no to Beth Greene?
After about an hour of practice and one poor destroyed sheep Beth had mastered the perfect cut.
"Oh it's definitely the knife, I reckon , it slices like butter." Beth had blushed after Daryl had told her it was perfect.
" well keep that knife , it's good for cutting meat but it's also pretty decent at keepin' ya safe" he brushed off.
It hadn't been nothin big at least not to him. But when Beth placed that tiny soft hand on his bicep he knew he'd done good. "I'll take real good care of it Daryl I promise, won't let no one touch it won't hardly use it"
The next day found beth with a homemade knife holster and his knife strapped to her thigh.
When Rosita asked who's knife it was she smiled bright "why it's mine and Daryl's knife"
He was so totally screwed.