Daryl Dixon stepped
into the Leaking Pipe
for the third time that week. He didn’t feel quite so guilty about it tonight.
It was Friday night and it wasn’t odd for him to stroll into the dank little
shithole and drink himself into a stupor so he could forget her as easily as she’d probably
forgotten him.
It had been almost a year since that day at the swimming hole, when her father had
caught them together. Telling himself that
breaking up with Beth Greene was for her own good was a band aid at best. He
was too old for her. He wasn’t good enough for her. She would be wasting her
life, her potential, on a worthless redneck like him if they stayed together.
Nobody had known about
their relationship. They’d done a good job keeping that to themselves. Still,
he heard talk. According to what he’d heard, she’d gone off to college sooner
than she’d spoken of to him. He sometimes wondered if it was just to get away from her
overbearing father, or to get away from him, or both.
What would you do in Hershel’s place?
He’d asked himself that
same question more times than he could count. Undoubtedly he would have done the exact same thing Hershel had
done, were it his little girl, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. That didn’t make Daryl miss Beth any
less.
There was a commotion
going on in the middle of the room. Men were laughing and for once Daryl
noticed the absence of foulmouthed foolery. He heard a distinctly feminine
laugh and then a familiar voice.
“And then I’ll be a
monkey’s auntie if that dog didn’t poop diarrhea all over Hersh’s new recliner!”
This comment brought
uproarious laughter. Daryl stared in fascination as some of the worst despots
in the county weren’t sitting neat and proper around a couple of tables that
had been pushed together, eating apple pie and listening to Annette Greene tell
stories.
“Oh, there he is!” she
said, spotting Daryl’s bewildered countenance by the door. He had a powerful
rush of déjà vu seeing her standing there, looking like an older version of
Beth, waiting for him. “You boys enjoy the pie and thank you for being kind and
polite. Especially you, Billy, you dirty old fart,” Annette said, not unkindly,
before pinching the face of a grizzled, greasy man up in his seventies who
blushed furiously as she left the table to come over to Daryl.
He was mad at her for
some reason. She’d invaded his personal space and brought something good into
this cesspool that he used to punish himself for not being good enough for the woman he loved.
“It ain’t safe for you
here,” he chided her.
“Oh, phooey!” she said,
waving a hand dismissively. “They’re not gonna hurt me. I’ve patched most of
these men up at one point or another back when I was a nurse. Why don’t we find
a quiet spot outside and leave them to their business of drinking and cussing
and raising hell?”
She pulled him outside
and he was helpless to follow.
“Something wrong with
Beth?” he asked.
“Very much so, yes,”
Annette said gravely.
“Is she sick?” he asked,
his concern growing.
“Oh, she’s terribly
sick,” Annette answered with a heavy sigh.
“What’s wrong with her?” he asked, his concern now reaching near panic levels.
“She’s got an awful case of love-sickness. One of the worst I think I’ve ever seen,”
Annette explained.
Daryl heaved a sigh of relief and
walked over to his bike. He’d feared Beth had come down with a case of something serious but it was just Annette teasing him. He self-consciously dusted the bike seat off and then motioned
for her to lean against it, which she politely did while Daryl shoved his hands
awkwardly in his pockets.
“I’m doing the right
thing.”
“Are you?”
“I’m respecting y’all’s
wishes, ain’t I?” he kept his tone respectful. He liked Annette. He didn’t want
to come off as rude to her. She was, in his eyes, and the eyes of anyone who
met her, a true lady.
“You’re respecting
Hershel’s wishes,” she corrected.
He studied her open,
honest face. “You’re okay with me and Beth?”
She nodded. “Hershel is
almost as old over me as you are over Beth,” she informed him. “He was always
attracted to younger women. He had a few good years over Jo and he’s got a few
over me. Still, he can’t see straight when it comes to his daughters.”
“Makes him a hypocrite
if you ask me. No offense.”
She grinned. “I agree,
but if you tell him I said that I’ll deny it and slap you silly.”
“Understood,” he
grinned.
“I want to see your
home,” she suddenly said, after a few moments of silence.
Daryl shifted
uncomfortably. “Huh?”
“I want to see where you
live,” she said. “Will you show me?”
He shrugged, wondering
what she was up to. “Yeah, I can. You can follow me.”
“I’ll have to ride on
the bike. I walked here.”
His mouth fell open.
“On a Friday evening? On this road? That’s a three mile hike!”
Annette shrugged. “I
enjoy long walks. Always have. Come on. You said you’d show me your house, so
keep your word. Plus, I’ve always wanted to ride on a motorcycle.”
After a few moments of
uncertainty Daryl climbed onto the bike and Annette got on behind him. It was weird,
having Beth’s mother on the bike behind him, wanting to see his house. What was
she up to? He decided he’d just have to let her reveal that to him when the
time came.
*****
Daryl was embarrassed
to show
a lady like Annette Greene his trailer. He’d gotten the truck down off the
blocks and fixed it up so that now it was parked in back. He still preferred
his bike. It was easier on gas and he liked the open air moving over him. The
lawn was neatly kept, as was his house. Still, he was embarrassed to have her
there.
She stepped into the
trailer and looked around in approval.
“Your mama taught you
to keep a neat place, I see.”
“My mama never taught
me nothin. She wasn’t like you, Mrs. Greene.”
“Call me Annette. Are
you a self-taught man?”
He nodded. “My family
was a buncha slobs. I hated that.”
“So you refuse to live
like that now,” she concluded. “You know, just to look at you from a distance,
someone would judge you to live in a trailer that was run down and dirty and
ill kept. They’d judge you to have an overgrown yard full of beer cans. That
you wouldn’t shower or brush your teeth.”
He cocked his head to
the side, looking for all the world like a confused puppy to Annette. Her heart
went out to him. She touched his face, feeling very motherly towards Daryl,
even though she wasn’t a great deal older than him. He loved her baby girl and
she could easily accept him as a son. She wished Hershel felt the same.
“That’s what they would
think from a distance. That’s where Hershel is going wrong, Daryl. He’s judging
you from a distance. May I look in your bathroom, bedroom, and refrigerator?”
“Uh…sure…yeah…”
He stood in the living
room, feeling like his mother was going to check that he’d actually put sheets
on the bed and not fudged it. She came back a few minutes later and looked in
the fridge.
“Lotta beer in here,”
she commented. “You cook?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You drink a lot?”
“Not till…”
She nodded in
understanding. “I’m ready to go home. Give a lady a lift?”
“I don’t think your
husband would like that.”
“Beth’s there. You may
glimpse her.”
“Okay,” he said, a
little too quickly, feeling like she’d played him like a fiddle. “Just make
sure Mr. Greene doesn’t shoot me with a 12 gauge.”
“You’ve got my word. No
buckshot in the behind for you, young man.”
*****
Hershel sat on the
porch,
watching the last rays of the sun disappear from the sky as full dusk kicked
in. His wife, Annette, had walked off with one of the biggest apple pies he’d
ever seen her bake and hadn’t come back yet. He’d thought she was going over to
the Walters’ farm for a visit but a call to Eugenia had confirmed Annette
wasn’t there. Her behavior confused him. It was Beth's birthday. Why was she baking pies and running off in the evening on foot?
Now he was alone with
his daughters, Beth and Maggie, both of whom were home from UGA on spring
break. Beth had decided she was going to be an engineer. She had the math
skills for it, and it would be a long road ahead, but he didn’t doubt for a
second she could do it. He’d hoped she’d talk about a new boyfriend, someone
she went to school with, but she didn’t mention anyone.
In fact, Beth didn’t mention
anything to him. She acted like he didn’t exist unless she was answering a
question directly. She was polite, but she was also well and truly done with
trying to have any kind of relationship with him. He’d hoped that after almost
a year away from the Dixon fella she’d realize that what he’d done was for the
best.
Hershel begrudgingly
respected Daryl’s resolve to do right by Beth by not seeing her anymore. She’d
done her level best to win him over immediately after their breakup, but Daryl
had refused. When he’d said the chain was on his door he’d meant it. He’d stuck
to it. He was a man of his word and Hershel felt a pang of regret for calling
him trash. He knew of the Dixon clan but it was plain to see that Daryl Dixon
differed from them in that his word was his bond.
Speak of the devil...
He heard the roar of a
motorcycle, one he hadn’t heard on his land in almost a year, and he wondered
what on earth Daryl Dixon was doing riding up to his property.
*****
Daryl’s stomach was
tight when
he saw Hershel sitting on the porch. The old man stood up, already looking like
he was ready to go for a shotgun. A figure in the window of the second floor caught
his attention. It was Beth. He hadn’t seen her in almost a year. His chest
constricted as tight as his belly. God, he’d hoped he’d be over her a little
more, but seeing her made his heart ache.
“Annie! What the hell
are you doing?” Hershel demanded, seeing that his wife was on the back of the
bike with Daryl. He couldn’t begin to imagine what had possessed her to ride on
the thing.
“Daryl’s giving me a
ride home. I went to the Leaking Pipe,” she explained.
This earned an open
mouth and an expression of shock from her husband. “You went where?”
“To the Leaking Pipe. I
wanted to see Daryl. Come on in, Daryl,” she said.
“He will not!” Hershel
shouted.
“Don’t you raise your
voice at me, Mister,” Annette said coolly.
“I’m sorry, Honey, but
I won’t have him in my house.”
“It’s my house too, is
it not?”
“Of course but--”
“I’m inviting Daryl to
dinner. This feud has gone on long enough, Hersh.”
“I’d really rather
not--” Daryl began, but Annette grabbed his hand and began hauling him toward
the porch and her big, tall, scowling husband.
“I know it’s hard being
somewhere you don’t feel welcome, but believe me when I say you’re wanted here
by me and my daughters. It’s the old fart here that’s causin’ trouble.”
Hershel was insulted.
“Annie!”
“Come inside, Hersh.
Wash up.”
*****
Beth sat down on the bed, her heart
thundering in her chest. With her bedroom window open she’d heard the entire
exchange. She’d seen her mother grab Daryl’s hand and drag him toward the porch
from where he’d parked his bike.
What’s she doing?
Daryl had made it plain
and clear he didn’t want her. Well, that wasn’t really true, or fair, she supposed. She knew he
wanted her, but he wouldn’t have anything to do with her as long as her father
disagreed with them being together. She was almost as angry with him as she was with her
father. She was old enough to make her own choices. She’d hoped Daryl would
respect that, even if her father couldn’t.
She waited for a few
moments before she decided to wash up for dinner. She could smell the roasted
chicken her sister Maggie was cooking. The door opened and she almost thought,
for a moment, that it would be Daryl. She felt silly. He wouldn’t dare, not with
her father there, but she’d still hoped.
It was Maggie.
“Is that the hottie you
were telling me about?” she asked, upon entering.
Beth nodded her
agreement. “He is hot, isn’t he?”
“Damn straight he is.
Mmm, mmm!”
“Maggie!”
“I might steal him for
myself.”
“Daddy won’t let you.”
“Daddy ain’t the boss
of me,” Maggie replied. She sat down on the bed and bit her bottom lip in that way she did right before she said something naughty. She had
a mischievous look in her eye. “Is he good in the sack?”
“Maggie!”
Maggie nudged her.
“Come on, I’m your sister, tell me! Is he?”
Beth nodded and they
burst into a fit of giggles. “He’s incredible, actually.”
“You know, after we’ve eaten and
Daddy has pitched his fit, you should jump on the back of that bike, go home
with him, and then jump on him. It’s what I’d do.”
“Yeah, but you’re older
than me.”
“You’re nineteen today,
Beth,” Maggie pointed out. “Daddy don’t have a say, and Annette approves. Now,
go wash up and come on down to dinner. Maybe with you there I can keep my
tongue in my mouth and not drool so hard.”
Downstairs, Daryl
realized that today was a birthday celebration. There was a pretty birthday
cake with vanilla frosting and elaborate pink and yellow roses that said Happy 19th Bethie in pink
icing. Girl loved pink. Daryl had forgotten that about her.
His entire body
stiffened when he heard Beth’s familiar footfall. She was preceded by her elder
sister, Maggie, who’d looked him up and down as though he was a gigantic
lollipop she wanted to open and lick. Her intense gaze was almost as intense as
Hershel’s, though in a much more tolerable way. Hershel sat staring daggers
into Daryl from his place at the head of the table.
Daryl’s eyes met Beth’s
for the first time in almost a year.
“Daryl,” she said.
“Beth,” he said,
standing until she could take a seat.
Maggie very obviously
led Beth around the table to sit next to Daryl. “I want to sit across from
you,” Maggie said with a wink. “That way I won’t have to strain my neck to
drool over you.”
“Maggie, that’s
enough,” Hershel snapped.
Maggie laughed in
response while she and Annette began setting the food out. Hershel blessed the
dinner and, without thinking, Beth began loading food onto Daryl’s plate. She
seemed to know, instinctively, that he wasn’t going to take anything for
himself, not with Hershel glaring at him over Beth.
Dinner progressed with
Maggie and Annette keeping up conversation, engaging Daryl, though Beth herself
said very little to him. She was caught between her father and Daryl, and
Annette felt a stab of pity for her, as did Maggie. They both wished Hershel
would at least try to be civil.
“I went to Daryl’s home
today,” Annette said.
Hershel coughed as
green bean went down wrong. “What?”
“I wanted to see where
he lived. He’s a fantastic housekeeper,” she said. “He’s so neat. He can cook,
too.”
“No kidding?” Maggie
said, looking at Daryl with renewed interest. “What d’you say you and I run off to Atlanta and elope?”
“Hey,” Beth said
involuntarily.
Maggie’s eyebrows rose
in amusement. “You don’t seem to want him.”
“I do too!” she said,
also involuntarily.
Hershel heaved a sigh.
Daryl felt a bubble of
lightness in his chest at those words. Beth still wanted him. Now it didn’t
matter how surly Hershel was. He couldn’t imagine anything could take this
feeling away, even though he knew nothing could come of it. Her hand came to
rest on his knee under the table.
“Are you touching him
under the table?” Hershel asked suspiciously.
“God, I certainly hope
so,” Annette said.
“Annie!”
“I would, if I was her,
and you were Daryl,” she explained.
Maggie, Beth, and even
Daryl laughed. Beth brought her hand up and called for cake. They sang happy
birthday and from then on it felt a lot easier to ignore Hershel’s pugnacity.
*****
“I’ll walk you out,”
Beth
offered to Daryl, after they’d finished the cake and indulged in some
conversation.
“Before you go, there’s
something I want to say.”
“Daddy,” Maggie began,
but he held up a hand to silence her.
“No! This is my home
and I will have my say. Annie, I don’t know what you’re attempting with this
dinner, by inviting him here, but I do not appreciate it. This man isn’t wanted
in my home, nor is he wanted near my daughter. I thought we’d settled this
matter last year, but I see I was wrong. Daryl, I understand that my wife drug
you into this and I don’t blame you. I’ve appreciated that you kept your word and
kept your distance from Beth so she can go on to make something of herself.
You’re not like your family--”
“You don’t know my
family. Don’t presume you do,” Daryl said calmly, but coolly.
“True. True, I don’t
know them. I just know of them. You’re obviously a man of your word. I was
wrong to refer to you as trash, last year. You’re not trash. You strike me as a
decent man, but you’re not right for Beth. You and I know it, even if they
don’t. This is the last time I’ll have you in my home because I don’t want Beth
getting her hopes up. I want that clear, Annie. The last time.”
Annette didn’t respond.
She just kept her fingers steepled under her chin and let Hershel get it off
his chest. She’d deal with him in her own way, in her own time.
“Now Beth, walk Daryl
out and say goodbye.”
Daryl’s mood plunged,
though he thought everything had gone fairly well, considering. At least
Hershel hadn’t called him trash and had acknowledged he was wrong to have done
so the last time.
“Miss Annette,” he
said.
“Call me Annette, or
Annie, Daryl.”
“Yes ma’am, Annette,”
he replied, bowing his head. “Maggie, good to meet you,” he said, offering his
hand.
Maggie shook it. She
had a look of sympathy in her eyes. “It was good to meet you too, sexy.”
He grinned and shook
his head. She was a playful spitfire that was for sure. He found it hard to
believe Maggie wasn’t Annette’s flesh and blood.
Out at the bike, Beth
stood beside him and they shared a moment in silence.
“I’m glad you were
here,” she said. Her hand reached out to his shoulder. “I’ve missed you every
day since that day at the swimming hole. Have you missed me?”
“Of course I have.”
“For all my father’s
bluster, he can’t really keep us apart, Daryl. That’s on you. He can hate it
all he wants but in the end its our decision.”
“I don’t want to come
between you and your father.”
“You kind of already
have. I don’t speak to him unless spoken to.”
“Beth…”
“I can’t help it, Daryl.
I love you, and he took you from me. I don’t know if I can ever forgive that. I
can still go to school. I can still have a career. I can do all of those things
with you in my life. Just remember that.”
She pressed a piece of
paper in his hand.
“My cell number. Call
me or text me. It won’t ring into the main house. He don’t have to know.”
She longed to kiss him,
to taste the sweetness of the cake on his lips, to play her tongue against his.
She settled for a chaste kiss to the lips that ended all too quickly, leaving her lips warm and wanting more.
“I love you too,” he
said, saying the words for the first time. “I always will.”
He started the bike and
Beth backed away. She watched him go and when she could no longer hear the
rumble of the engine she went back into the house. Her father was watching her
closely.
“At some point,” she
said to him, “you’re going to have to let go and let me grow up.”
She didn’t wait for a
response. She wasn’t going to have that argument with him for the fifth time.
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