Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Fiftey Eight•

M U T E D

Season 4

Daryl's Point of View:

Beth and I walk through the woods. We weren't sayin much mostly because I was looking for the one place Michonne and I found earlier. That is where Beth will have her real first drink. Took some of that back with me to the prison for me and B, one jar was enough for her.

"A motorcycle mechanic." Beth says.

"What?" I ask her.

"That's my guess. For what you did before the turn. Did Zack ever guess that one?" She asks.

"It don't matter. Hasn't mattered for a long time." I say, pushing branches out of my face.

"It's just what people talked about, you know, to feel normal again." She says.

"Yeah, well, that never felt normal to me." I say and push more branches out of the way to find the little house. "Found this place with Michonne." I say.

"I was expecting a liquor store." Beth utters.

"Nah, this is better." I say and walk away. I opened the door to the shed and see a crate full of jars of the clear liquid. I look at Beth and hand the crate to her before grabbing more jars.

"What's that?" Beth asks.

"Moonshine." I say. "Come on." I guide her to the door and opened it. I look around the messy, abandoned house and mentally nod my head. There's a table to the side with a yellow chair, a broken tv, and a recliner. I listened carefully for any walkers inside, but I didn't hear or see any. It's clear. I finally turn to the cabinets and pick out a cup, blowing the dust and stuff out of it and handing it to Beth.

"Alright. That's a real first drink right there." I say, pouring her a drink. She holds the cup in her hand but stares at it. "What's the matter?" I ask.

"Nothing. It's just...my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind." She says.

"Ain't nothin worth seein out there anymore anyways." I shrug. Beth finally brings the cup to her lips and she takes a small sip. Her face grows disgusted and she smiles.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted." She says. "Second rounds better." She says and grabs another jar to pour into her cup.

"Slow down." I say.

"This ones for you." She says.

"No, I'm good." I shake my head.

"Why?"

"Someone's gotta keep watch."

"So, what? You're like my chaperone now?"

"Just drink lots of water."

"Yes, Mr. Dixon."

Beth drank a couple more, but she didn't seem like she was getting too drunk or anything. All I did was stood around and kept watch as she had her fun.