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Our plot takes place sometime after season five, but is AU partially in the fact that this is the story of what would've
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-- Anna (Daryl)
Daryl was off with Rick to scout the town. The plan was to find a suitable location to build a settlement of sorts, like Woodbury. Just without a man like the Governor. Beth wasn't unsure about the plan and how it would work given their numbers, but she trusted Rick and Daryl. If they thought this could be done then they would and could do it. They had to find the perfect locations and make sure they had the supplies necessary to pull this off. Daryl and Rick would find the perfect spot, hopefully soon.
Beth wanted to go out with them, but she knew Daryl had to do this with Rick. They were looking out for the entire group and they always had each other's back. There was nothing to worry about and, rationally, Beth knew this. Both men were well equipped to handle anything this town decided to throw at them. Beth's head wasn't ways in charge when it came to Daryl though. She had to sooth her anxiety someway and today she set her mind in finding the group a gateway car.
She was looking out the kitchen window after washing the dishes and pursed her lips. They needed a vehicle in case they had to leave quickly, but it couldn't be any vehicle though since the group was big. Beth needed help figuring out and she ended up deciding for an unlikely ally for this task.
Merle Dixon.
Beth had no idea why his name was the first one to pop in her head but maybe she knew it was unlikely anyone else would think of him for something. Merle wasn't exactly popular with this group. Beth walked out of the kitchen and into the house living area. "Merle?" she called out at the bottom of the stairs."You up there?" Beth added, raising her voice a little to catch his attention if he was still inside the house.
Daryl was gone. That meant Merle's go between was gone. He knew the group didn't like him. It was obvious, he'll some even hated him. Unlike the others he didn't consider them "family", only Daryl was family. He would watch their back but he wasn't risking his own life for them. Being on the move was good. It kept the motivated, on their feet. If you stopped, you got sloppy. They were stopped for to long.
And now there was talks of some settlement. His little brother, and the sheriff had gone to scout the place. He wished he could go with him, but they needed people here. Even with Abraham and Tyreese, the group still needed muscle here. Merle was the muscle. Now he just had to wait and not piss anyone off till Daryl got back. Some reason he felt Daryl was the only reason they let him stay.
Merle head the call, the little blonde girl. She wanted him, no one ever wanted him. He slowly stood up from where he sat. Making sure his cap was secure on his ad he made his way down stairs.
"What you need cabbage patch," Merle asked calmly, "Don't you know Daryl's already gone. He ain't up here." Slowly Merle climbed the steps down. He stopped about half way, leaning on the stair rail. "Now what do you need? I assume you just don't want to talk. Ain't no one coming around to just chat. Not to me."
They didn't talk to him. Most like the guy with goofy mullet just kept their distance. Unless they needed something. He was a tool to them, something to do the work they couldn't. They used him, he knew that. But they didn't kill or kick him out either. He could compromise. For now.
Beth rolled her eyes at the cabbage patch remark. It was so typical of Merle to give people nicknames trying to insult them. Beth had considered giving him some nicknames too but she figured that would just encourage him even more. It wasn't a battle worth having, not with Merle Dixon anyway. She just rolled her eyes then.
She smiled fondly at him when he mentioned that no one came around to talk to him. "We can talk if you want," she offered him with a bright smile. "I'm very good at talking and I'm a good listener too," Beth added with a nod to make a point. There was a hint of humor in her tone, but her offer was genuine. She just didn't think he would ever take her up to that offer though. Beth doubted Merle talked to anyone but Daryl and she wasn't even sure he shared that much either his brother either.
"But nope." She shook her head lightly. "You're right and I wasn't calling you so we can share secrets," Beth went on with a cheeky grin. "Although talking will be involved. I was hoping you would help me with something," she admitted and stepped up the stairs to close the distance between them.
Beth lowered her voice when she spoke again. "I was thinking today and we should have a gateway car in case things go south, you know?" Beth shrugged and chewed on her lower lip. She was usually the optimistic in the group and she was hopeful things would work out, but she thought they needed to be ready in case things didn't end the way they wanted them to.
"I was wondering if you wanted to help me out with that? You know about cars right?" Beth asked, brow furrowed as she studied his reaction. She was prepared for him to say no and send her away, but Beth was hoping he would agree. The group would appreciate his effort and she was certain Daryl would be happy Merle was helping out.
Merle smirked as she rolled her eyes. Good the name got her. Most usually did, but some ignored it, like Daryl. Any kind reaction though and it prompted Merle to do it further. Most of the times the names weren't even meant by him. Or they were what he called the people,in his head. Either way it was close enough, they knew who he was talking to.
He listened to Beth, watching her step closer. Why was she so chipper? What did she have to be happy about? She was just kidnapped, dragged through hell. Her father was killed before her eyes, she had nothing. What little family she had left seemed to ignore her. He didn't get it. Her being this happy it made him feel sick. He cringed as she smiled.
"Ain't looking to chat. Don't have nothing to say to you all. If I do I'll let you know." he moved past her, walking down the steps. As he moved to the door he turned back. "You coming," he asked heading outside.
Making his way to the street he waited for Beth he turned back as she came out. "You even get a car ready. Or do we have to go find one." He tucked his thumb in the belt loop of his jeans. "You even old enough to drive blondy?
"I'm sure you'll let me know, Merle." Beth just smiled and turned around as he walked past her and stepped down. Sometimes Beth thought that Merle just could use a friend and that he knew that, but he was so used to antagonizing people that he never allowed himself to make room for a friend. Or he was just an asshole which could be true - and probably was in a way - but Beth knew Merle loved Daryl in his own way and that was something. She had reservations with him after what he did to Maggie and Glenn, but they needed to move past that and she was trying by giving him a change to get involved whether he wanted that or not.
He did earn another roll of her eyes when he asked if she was coming. Of course she was coming. This had been her idea all along. Merle was such a frustrating man. With a light sigh, Beth walked down and outside after Merle, hurrying a little to catch up with him.
"No Merle. I'm twelve," Beth replied to his age question with a deadpan face and motioned him to follow her. "I grew up in a farm. I can drive a lot of things." Beth didn't expect this mission to go smoothly. She was expecting to hear all the jokes and offenses he could come up with, but she figured that she could take that if he helped with the car idea.
"So I saw this RV parked a couple blocks away the other day," she explained as she started off down the street. "It was covered by a tarp and leaves, behind one of the old houses. It looks big enough for all of us. I know it might not be fast, but we probably need space rather than speed," she explained as she crossed one of the house's year to the next street and continued on. The house with the RV was in the middle of the next block.
Beth had no idea whether the vehicle was working. It had been left behind and by the amount of leaves and dirt over it that RV was there for a while. Hopefully, they could figure out whether it was worthy a try or not before they spent too much time on it. If the RV was a burst she could think about alternatives.
She was twelve, he figured well enough. Daryl had some explaining to do if she was telling the truth. Though despite the deadpan expression he knew she wasn't telling the truth. She was older, but he still doubted she was even eighteen. Still a baby. But if she could drive that was good enough for Merle. Being a farm girl she probably could, though he saw her as more girly than the tomboy farm girl.
"Then Daryl has some explaining to do," Merle said calmly with a laugh, "A lot of explaining. Twelve year old girl." He just smiled at he and moved around the steps. He wouldn't joke about it, that should be enough to get to her. As she talked about the RV a few houses or blocks down he simply nodded. That could work, could fit them all. He remembered seeing a moving truck too. Both could haul people and things.
The group used to have any RV, Dale's RV. He wondered what happened to the old bastard. He was sensible, and more calm then the rest of them. Plus he got him, he understood what Merle and Daryl were like. The group didn't even have the RV anymore he wondered what happened to it.
"RV huh, this group had one near the start. Old guy used to drive it, about your father's age. He was good, had some nice tools. Saw was my favourite,"Merle said with a grin. He moved along the road. "So lead us to the RV then. I may be able to fix it. I admit I'm better at bikes and can fix a car. Never done an RV before, I assume it's just bigger. I hope. Think he taught Glenn how to fix it though. Maybe you want to talk to him. I remember something about a hose always needing to be changed."
Last he saw his bike it was at the camp. Daryl must of had it, but he hadn't seen it since the prison. His brother owed him a bike. It was his after all. Merle watched the Beth, studying her as the walked toward the RV.
"Why you come talk to me? You ain't pissed at me, like the others. Ain't watching your back for me to stab it. Why you gotta be so dam happy about everything too? Ain't like you got something to be all smiley for. Why you trying to give a sh!t ain't avoiding me like everyone else?"
"Merle please..." Beth shook her head. She couldn't believe he really thought she was twelve. Beth knew she was a small girl, but she was no child. "I'm over eighteen and let's leave Daryl out of this," she asked him kindly and kept walking. She knew he would try to get her riled up. It was his MO or so it seemed and she couldn't let him get to her.
Merle brought up the group's RV and Beth's thoughts went to the farm. So much was lost there. "Yeah," she nodded lightly, her voice quiet. "The old man...Dale," she glanced at Merle and smiled sadly. Beth didn't know a lot about Dale and his relationship with the group but they all seemed to like the man. "We lost him at the farm. He was good...yes." Beth agreed and her smile widened when Merle grinned bringing up the saw.
Merle could be funny and not totally unpleasant at times. "I have faith in you, Merle." Beth stated that he was better at bikes but perhaps he could fix the RV. She continued down the street glancing around every now and then to make sure they were still alone. His next questions and remarks took her aback a little but she understood his questioning regardless.
Beth shrugged. "I'm not happy with what you did to Maggie and Glenn back then," she told him honestly. Beth had stopped and was now facing him. She looked at him in the eye. "But it's done and we can't go back to that. We need to push forward. It's what you do now that matters to me, Merle. And yes you are crude and rude at times, but you are helping and you are part of this group too. Besides, you matter to Daryl."
And that was something she would always take on consideration. She started to walk again. "Here," she motioned the house and led him through the front yard towards the back. The RV was hidden behind the garage in the back. "I do have things to be smiley about," Beth went on suddenly as they finally reached the RV. "I'm alive and my sister and her husband are alive. My friends are here. Daryl is here," Beth affirmed and offered Merle a genuine smile. Perhaps for Merle these things weren't not enough but for Beth, they meant the world.
"I have a lot to be happy about. I have no reason to ignore you." She shrugged again like that was the most obvious thing in the world. "Help me with the tarp and let me know what do you think," Beth asked as she moved closer to the RV and grabbed the end of the tarp. She was hoping Merle would know how to fix the RV.
"Are yah now? I didn't peg you for a lick over sixteen. But I guess that makes sense, been how many years between you finding my brother and now. Alright, at least he ain't committing a crime," Merle said with a laugh as he walked. He did approve of them being together. That was if they were even together, he saw the way they looked st each other. Maybe wasn't as bad as Glenn and Maggie, or Rosits to Abraham, but it was there. If Daryl wanted something for release he could have it, surely he deserved it. "I'll leave him out of it, for now."
He listened to her talk about Dale. "So that's what happened to him, I wondering that. Since they left me, half there numbers were gone. Joaquii, T-Dog, Shane, all gone. Always wondered where they bit the dust." He paused. "What about The cop, shane, how'd he die? Or was he gone before they came to your fathers farm. Out of all the people, I swear he was the only one with a decent head on his shoulders."
Merle laughed. "Ain't happy with what? Me following and protecting Glenn's ass while he searched for your sister. Pulling Abraham off when the two got in a scrap? Fighting and keeping them safe when we got to the layer of cannabals? You mad about all that? I think I dam near made up for all that. Helping to save you scrawny ass, that has to be up there on the plus side for them."
He of course wouldn't say he chose not to follow Glenn and Tara through the tunnel, and abandoned them to go with Abraham. Or that he was just following them as he knew Daryl would look for the group. He was only looking out for himself the whole time, but he could twist it to make himself seem good. He was good at that.
"And Daryl matters to me, so let's drop it. As long as he's here I'm following you guys. Through hell and high water. Wether Sherif Rick and his rag tag boy band care or not. I'm following, so yah, we best push past it. That I can agree on," he said as the rounded the corner of the garage to the RV. It looked like it had been stored there for a while, even before all this. The grass had overgrown around it, and there's was a fair bit of dirt and rust on it.
"Add a bottle of bourbon to that list and I can agree. Family, keeps you going. Could do without the walkers and raiders though."
He grabbed a corner of the tarp. "Help me pull this off, grab a corner. We can keep the tarp when we are done, woks to keep dry and make a good wall." He helped pull it off, revealing the old RV beneath.
"No crime is being committed, Merle." Beth had to laugh at his comments though. She had no idea whether the idea of them being together bothered him or not, but so far it looked like he didn't care one way or another. "And I appreciate that. Thank you," Beth added primly when he told her he would leave Daryl out of it.
She felt the need to snort when Merle mentioned Shane and how he had a decent head on his shoulders. Beth didn't share that opinion at all, but she wasn't about to speak ill of the dead. Shane was long gone. She didn't know who Jaqui was but she knew Rick and his people had more numbers in their group before they reached the farm.
"Shane turned and you know..." her voice trailed off. Beth assumed Merle would know what she meant. Once a person was turned she had to be put down. SHe wasn't sure why he was asking her about these people. Merle had spent time with them at the prison and she figured Daryl would have filled in on the losses in the group but maybe he didn't.
Merle went on to list all the good things he had done while he was traveling with Glenn after the fall of the prison and Beth couldn't help but smile at him. "Oh. I'm very grateful for all the good you've done for us, Merle." Beth's face and even and there was really no way of telling whether she was being honest or sarcastic. She was young and maybe too trusting but Beth knew men like Merle would look out for themselves and if it was beneficial to him he would help.
She didn't blame him for that mentality. It was just the way he was, but she knew she had to be careful around him. She nodded when he said that Daryl mattered to him and that he agreed that they should push past it. "Bourbon and family. Sounds fair," she flashed him a grin.
"Alright," she said when they started to remove the tarp from over the RV. It was a good idea to keep it like he suggested. She wasn't sure they would be able to move the RV from that spot for a while and it made sense to keep it hidden in case someone else had the same idea they had and decided to take the vehicle.
Beth coughed a little as she let go of the tarp. She glanced at the RV and the vehicle looked worse than she had realized once the entire tarp came out, but it was abandoned for a while. She hoped the engine was in decent condition - not that she knew much about engines. She moved to the front to try and get the hood open.
"Let's have a look," Beth muttered as she popped the hood. She would have to rely on Merle's experience because she would have no idea whether there was any chance of that RV running or not.
"Just cause I'm leaving him out of it, doesn't mean I have to like any of it. But I'll drop it for now. Maybe I can talk some sense into my little brother. Sure knows you're the one falling for him, bet he sees you as just a fling," Merle said with a laugh, "hell he had boots older than you." He kept moving along, watching Beth carefully.
"I figured he did. Probably all got bit and turned. Or their head chopped off. That's how you go, either some sick bastard kills you, shoots you in the chest, or you get bit, you die. Ain't no common cold killing you, car accidents, cancer. By the time that happens you're long gone."
He hadn't spoken to many people, he'll he could barely move all the time in the prison. Daryl seemed to not even want to look at him let alone talk to him. It was nice to have closure, know he survived past that many more people.mhe was that much tougher. He knew some had died, but others he still wasn't sure about. Shane wasn't one of them, no one talked about him. Let alone how he was screwing around with Lori. Hell that kid was probably his, little asskicker.
She was grateful for what he did. He didn't believe it, not for a second, but at least she wasn't ignoring him like the others. She didn't lock him away and treat him like a monster for what he had done. He admired that. Though he would never admit it.
As the tarp came off he nodded at how bad it was. He figured as much, the greenery around it proved it hadn't been moved even before all this. He wouldn't doubt it if they found something living inside, or if it didn't start.
He looked at the hood. "Alright let's check the engine, see if all the parts are there. Open the door, if there's keys inside grab them, if not we might have to search the house. Let's just hope the owner didn't pocket the keys and decide to take a log dirt nap."
He popped the hood, pulling it down. Merle looked it over. "Loos to be in good shape. Needs a new hose. Saw a moving truck, probably has what we need. If not I can patch it, but it will only get us so far."
He went around to the back driver side of the RV. Opening a tank he found it still had fuel. "Enough gas to get us where ever we need to go too. Let's just hope we found those keys now. You see them in there?" He called, hoping she went in to look.
Beth ignored Merle's comments completely. The older Dixon had no idea how deep the feelings between Daryl and her ran and she wasn't about to waste time trying to convince him to see something he probably didn't want to or didn't care to. She felt like he was a trying to plant a seed of doubt in her mind regarding Daryl's intentions but she knew Daryl well enough to know he wouldn't start something with her unless he truly felt it.
She said nothing; her face remained even and it didn't show any reaction to his words. He was trying to hurt her and stir up shit and Beth just didn't have time for that anymore. "Yeah. I guess that's just the way things are now," she finally said when Merle commented on how people died these days. "And that's why it makes no sense to waste time being miserable or making others miserable ", Beth stated with a shrug. he could take that as he saw fit. Beth knew he wouldn't never change and it wasn't her place to change him either. She just wanted Daryl to be happy and Merle being around was important to him.
Beth's job was to be supportive without letting Merle walk all over her or treated everyone like shit. And to be fair, Beth didn't dislike Merle at all. He wasn't her favorite person but he was part of this family and she was going to try and extend him the same care and respect she did to everyone else.
She nodded when he told her to open the door and she walked over to the side of the car. The door was jammed and she struggled it a little to open it but it finally gave in. Beth grabbed her knife just in case there was someone or something inside and stepped in. The moment she was in Beth made a face. It smelled like mold inside but there weren't seemed to be anything rotting there which was a good thing. She moved to the driver seat and searched for the keys under the seats and the dash but the initial search came up empty.
Beth straightened herself up when Merle said the engine looked in good shape and she opened one of the windows and stuck her head out. "Yeah?" she beamed and right away she felt like this hadn't been a waste and they were actually doing something good for the group. "I'm sure we can find a new hose around," Beth sounded optimistic. How hard would it be to find a decent hose? There were plenty of cars just left abandoned.
"Still looking for the keys," Beth added as she resumed her search. She checked the back of the RV - the living area - and finally found the key-chain inside a pan over the stove. That made her laugh for some reason. The key-chain was a naked lady and Beth's laughter grew louder.
She shook her head and walked back to the front of the RV and tucked her head - her entire upper body actually - through the window lifting the key-chain to show it to Merle. "Look?" she flashed him a bright smile. "Now we just gotta make sure it runs," Beth said somewhat hesitantly and bit her lower lip. They had been luck so far, but that vehicle was parked there for a long time. It'd be a miracle if it was actually running after all that time.
Merle watched how Beth reacted. He hadn't meant to mention her father, but out offal the deaths since there and here, that one stood out the most. It impacted them all the greatest, and was the first one that came to mind. Out of all the deaths, that was the only one that was by one human agains one of theirs. The others had all been from a walker, or some other kind of nature.
"I can agree on the not being miserable part, but making others miserable. That's just to much fun now. I don't want them miserable, I just want them to show some kind of reaction. Know what I said got to them. Just bugging is all," he said with a laugh. Merle looked back "don't take it to heart. Don't be miserable."
He kept looking around the RV. Crouching low he checked the tired. They weren't flat, but didn't have that good of tread.The tired would last till where ever they needed to go. As Beth stuck her head out he looked up at her. "alright, we'll grab the hose after. Has to be a moving van, or postal truck somewhere in the block radius. try starting it though, we may not need one."
He stepped back, kicking one leg out. He let his stump hang by his side. He heard laughter inside and poked his head in the door. Seeing Beth in a fit of laughter he shook his head. "What's so funny," he asked, looking around the inside of the RV for the first time. It was dated, dusty, and smelt like mold. Everything seemed like it was going to break if you touched it.
He could see water damage on the roof, mostly cosmetic. He pushed himself back out just as soon as he was in. He saw her poke out and dangle the keys.
"Well what are you waiting for. Put them in the ignition and see if they start. You said you know how to drive. So start it up blondie."
Beth nodded, understanding what Merle was trying to say about forcing people to show some reaction. It wasn't always nice, in fact, a lot of time it was truly annoying but she could see his point. More importantly, she liked that he was honest with her about his reasons doing what he did sometimes. She hadn't expected that.
"Fair enough," she said with a genuine smile at him.
The RV was in a bade shape but not as bad as she had imagined, at least, so far. They still didn't know whether the vehicle would work or not. The problems inside seemed just a matter of water and soap for now. Clean a bit and let it get some air to the smell of mold to clear. Their group was big but Beth thought they could fit a lot of people inside. There was probably room for everyone and they could always find another car if things got too cramped.
"Alright!" Beth said when Merle told her to try to get the RV started. She took the driver's seat, adjusting the seat for her height and put the key in the ignition. "Come on now..." she muttered under her breath as she turned the key. The RV made a clicking noise but it didn't start. Beth tried again a couple of times but nothing.
"It won't start," she said with frown and poked her head out of the window. "Battery maybe?" Beth asked and chewed on her lower lip. Beth didn't know a lot about engines but she remembered the day she borrowed her daddy's truck to drive to town and she forgot the headlights one and the battery died. The sound the RV was making was similar to the noise the truck did back then.
Merle waited for the RV to start. He leaned against the outside, one leg crossed over the other. His arms hung at his sides, one resting on the pistol on his belt, the other, his stump resting against his side. He banged the metal stump on the side, the sharp ping echoing down the way. "Hurry up would yah," he called, just looking for a reaction from her be it good or bad. He grinned and leaned back.
Hearing her move around and talk to herself he chuckled, banging the metal cap against it again. He pushed off and turned around looking at the window to where the young blonde girl sat. He could hear it try to start, the short spark and then it would die. Before she even announced he knew what it was. The batterie was dead.
He walked in and came up behind the seat she sat on. "I ain't familiar with an RV, I don't know what lights and switches run on the battery versus the RV power." He leaned forward. "If the house has power we could try plugging it in, don't think it will help us move it though. Again I know shit about RV's. Give me a bike, and I'll get it running in no time. Muscle cars too."
He smirked st her. "Well blonde, we need a batterie. Doubt we'll find one nearby. Maybe we could snag a couple cars instead. Some vans or SUVs, least those all have batteries and parts we can swap out."
He climbed out of the RV, waving for her to follow. "Come on, let's keep looking."
There was a lot of rolling eyes when it came to being around Merle Dixon. Beth's eyes was starting to get sore because of that, but he amused her. There was moments Beth wanted to get mad at him and maybe she hadn't seen in at this worst but so far he was only amusing and a little aggravating at times.
This run for vehicle hadn't been so bad even if the RV didn't seem to be working right now. Beth probably wouldn't mind going out in another run with Merle in the future if he continued to act the way he was acting. Beth could handle this Merle. She felt like she could anyway.
Beth heard Merle getting inside the RV and glanced at him over her shoulder. She had a frown across her face. She really wanted this RV to work. It was such a good thing for them. She tried not to look defeated when Merle went on to say he didn't know anything about RVs. She was disappointed her idea didn't seem to be working but it wasn't his fault. Beth was thankful that Merle humored her and tagged along.
"I should have know this wouldn't be easy," she frowned again but drew in a deep breath as she removed the keys from the ignition and pushed off the driver's seat. "Maybe we can check one of the cars for a new battery?" she suggested as she followed him out of the RV.
Beth really didn't know anything about vehicles, but based on Merle's words it seemed RVs needed something specific. "Oh..." she muttered. "I thought they all used the same kind of batteries like we could use one from a SUV, you know?" Beth added with a shrug. "If we find a working battery can't we just use it to try and power the RV one?" she asked chewing on her lip lightly.
