Beth Greene doesn't really know that much about men. Sure, she's dated. She's held hands, kissed, even had declarations of love, though they were one-sided, and it definitely wasn't her side. That was all with boys though, not men. She doesn't know the feel of a man's body against her in an intimate way, nor does she know one's heart. And why should she? She's never allowed it, never even really considered it, though that's something else that's definitely one-sided. She's never been in love though. She could never find anyone who drew her in that way before, and now the world has gone crazy; there's no time, even though she thinks that such a beautiful thing could make the dark world a little brighter. But that's what her singing is for. At least, those were her feelings on the matter.

She knows what her daddy is like. She sees the good in him, the faith and devotion, the love. She sees how he tries to put one foot forward, even these days when that's become literal. She watched her brother grow until he died, and now she sees Glenn, how he tries to make her sister happy, even though sometimes that's near impossible to do. She watches Rick, their leader, who makes sure they're all kept safe; she watches Daryl, too, who she trusts just as much with her life as she does Rick.

Beth learns from her new brother what it's like to be in love; she pays close attention when him and Maggie are together, at first because she wanted to be sure her sister was with someone good, now because it brings a smile to her face. She takes care of Rick's baby as if Judith were her own. And once upon a time, she might have had a smidgen of a crush on the man that keeps them all fed. But Glenn, though his love is deeply beautiful, is not the one for her. Rick, though she feels safe with him, even on his 'bad' days, doesn't catch her interest that way; she sees him more as a secondary father figure, no matter what type of relationship she may have with his daughter. And as for Daryl? He's been spending more and more time with both Carol and Rick these days. She isn't sure how that's going to turn out, doesn't even know which gender he's actually interested in, but it isn't her business, so she isn't going to ask. No, it's someone else that's caught her attention.

Merle Dixon is more than twice her age. If she had to guess, she would say that he's slept with double the amount of women compared to the amount of boys she's ever even looked at, too. She once overheard a conversation between Glenn and Maggie about the man having "the clap." If that wasn't enough to believe it, the things he says sometimes are so vulgar, she could hardly tolerate him when he first moved in. If he wasn't Daryl's brother, she wouldn't have bothered. The odd thing is though, perhaps because of her age, he never says anything about her. He'll make rude comments about Karen, make the occasional joke about Maggie, ask to join Andrea and Michonne (Beth's not sure what's going on with them either, and she definitely isn't going to ask), and tease Daryl about Carol. But not one single word about her. He barely even glances at her, and it's starting to drive her crazy. She can't stand being treated like a child, not with how much she's had to go through. Not since the world lost itself.

After noticing this, she pays closer attention to him. He talks to the children, thankfully not the same way as he does with the adults. She even overhears him giving Patrick advice on 'manning up.' Daryl's standing next to her, listening in as well, and shakes his head.

"You know somethin's wrong with that kid if even my brother is tryin' to help him out."

Daryl walks off after that, leaving her alone to observe the man quietly while he shows Patrick how to clean a gun-until he notices her. In truth, he's known she was there for a while, waiting for her to actually approach him. Patience only goes so far though, and his is limited.

"You want somethin', Barbie, or are you starin' on account of mah good looks?"

She had never honestly paid attention to his appearance other than his hand; it's kind of hard not to notice the metal piece attached to his arm. She had asked her brother-in-law about it once, her curiosity getting the best of her. The thought behind it had been that if he had survived being bitten, if he was like her daddy, maybe their chances of survival were higher than they thought. Instead of hope though, she got a shamed-face Korean.

His lack of a hand and horrible looking contraption aside, his other looks are. . . definitely not her normal type. He's by far better looking than the boy he's sitting with though, in her opinion, and this sets off a list of men she would rank before and after him inside of her head. The 'before' section is much shorter than she figured it would be, now that she's actually looking at him, and it takes her by surprise. Even before realizing this though, after he spoke she was so embarrassed by being caught staring by him of all people, her face started to heat up as if she was actually looking at him for the reason he accused her of. Not wanting to tell him the real reason she was watching him-she doesn't want to offend him-she says the first thing that she can think of.

"I was wondering if you would teach me how to do that."

She pointedly looks at the weapons sitting on the table, hoping that he'll take it as her asking him advice because of his experience. Never mind that by growing up with her daddy, even though they didn't hunt together often, she already knows how to clean a gun. By the stare down he's giving her, he doesn't believe her. She starts to panic, beginning to wonder if this isn't the first time he's noticed her eyes on him. After a moment though, he makes a sound to himself, something similar to "huh," and he nods to the now empty seat in front of him; she hadn't noticed Patrick vanishing while they were looking at each other.

She takes a deep breath before sitting.