"Okay, and now you just follow through," Daryl grunted. Beth nodded obediently, shoving her sharpened metal rod through the walkers skull. Daddy had asked him to teach her how to kill walkers through the fence. Though for the life of her, she couldn't see why. After living out in the open for nine months, she had become quite self-sufficient. But she feared, she would always be thought of as weak.

"Three hundred twenty-four," she whispered, as the walker dropped to the ground.

"What was that?" Daryl asked.

"Nothin," she sighed. Not wanting to fully admit that she was still keeping count. The walker she just took down, looked to be about her mothers age. Patches of dark hair missing from her rotting scalp. She sighed once more and wished she hadn't. Daryl's intoxicating scent, filled her senses. She thought she had been good about keeping those thoughts down. But as he took his turn, eliminating the common threat, she couldn't help but gawk at his tan biceps.

Daryl Dixon was all man, his confidence was what originally attracted her to him. Smiling to herself as she remembered the first time she laid her eyes on him. He had just road up on his motorcycle, Dale following him in his RV. He was everything her father had warned her about. The bad boy, who smoked and road loud motorcycles. She giggled, remembering her daddy's exasperated face when he caught her staring at him. He had ordered her to stay away from him completely. But he should have known better. She was a Greene girl after all. Though she never had the courage to actually go up and talk to him, she always watched. And here he was showing her how to stab walkers through a fence. She giggled at the irony.

"Did ya hear me?" Daryl grumbled.

"What? Sorry." She mumbled looking down at her boots. Embarrassed at how easy it was to start daydreaming about him.

"We can quite for the day," he said, looking on toward the road. They could faintly hear the sound of tires pulling up. "You've done pretty well."

"Thanks," she beamed one of her genuine smiles at him. He gave her a quick nod before he turned to help Rick open the gate.

After putting up her metal rod, Beth turned to walk towards the prison. She saw Carol over to the left with Judith playing on a blanket, Judith's sweet baby coos melting her heart. She loved that little girl so much, she had taken over caring for the beautiful baby after they lost Lori. Beth never minded though, Judith gave her purpose. Not to mention, she had always wanted to have a baby of her own. But that was a dream for another life. This was a much safer route to take.

Hearing the distant honk, she looked up to see Rick and Daryl quickly opening the gate to let Maggie and Glenn back into the prison. They had finally returned from a three day run. She let her self breathe a sigh of relief. They were gone for a day longer than they had anticipated. None of them would admit it but they all had started to worry. She couldn't imagine life without the two of them. She peeked a glance over her shoulder as her brother and sister got out of the car. Smiles on both of their faces. It must have been a good run. Daryl was talking to Rick and Glenn, more than likely about what they were able to find and what not. She tried not to stare at him. But her curious eyes always seemed to wonder in his direction. Daryl Dixon. The badass of the group. She couldn't help but admire him. He had single handedly fed and protected their group multiple times. Not to mention, he had a soft spot for Judith. Smiling to herself at how easily the eight month old wrapped him around her little finger. Judith brought out a side of him that he refused to show anybody, and it warmed her heart is ways she couldn't even explain.

Daryl's back was to her, so she took advantage to appreciate his strong biceps and back side once more. He had his trusty Stryker crossbow, swung around on his back and she was ninety-nine point nine percent sure he slept with it. Whenever he actually slept, that is. That man was like immune to the need of rest. Shaking her head slightly she reluctantly adverted her eyes to Rick.

He had been through so much. Especially with Lori passing and Carl shooting a guy. But he was slowly pulling through. He had even stepped down from being in charge. They now had a council, and discussed big topics together. Daddy, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Daryl, Sasha, Tyreece, Carol and Michonne were all on it.

She was one of the first to notice how lucky they all were that Rick and his group found them. Maggie and Daddy weren't so sure at first. But deep down they knew, that even if Rick's group never shown up, that herd of walkers still would have came through. And she was sure that they would not have survived it without their protection. They had been so lucky to be so unaffected at the farm. But all good things come to an end eventually. You just have to enjoy them while they last. She felt a small pull at her heart when she thought about her Momma and Shawn. Oh how she missed them.. She missed her momma's sweet smile, she even missed Shawn's overprotectiveness. She could feel the unshed tears filling her eyes. Blinking them away, her Daddy's voice softly spoke in her head. 'We all have jobs to do, we don't get to cry'

They were finally safe, safe from the slowly decaying walkers. Whose death moans she could hear in the distance. Safe for the time being from the Governor. Sighing she gently kicked a rock in front of her. It never ceased to amaze her, how a simple fence could make her feel so safe yet so suffocated. Not that her heart didn't race when two or more walkers showed up, but that was besides the point. Unconsciously reaching back to make sure the small revolver was still tucked in the back of her waist band. She knew how to us it, Rick had taught them all how to properly shoot at the farm. But she wanted to learn how to fully defend herself. Smiling at the thought of being able to go out on supply runs, she didn't notice when Rick and Daryl, walked up behind her.

"Ya, ought get a hat on, Kid." Jumping at the sound of Daryl's voice, she quickly resisted the urge to roll her eyes. How had she not noticed Rick and Daryl making their way back to the prison? Shielding her eyes and pink face from the harsh Georgia sunrays, she looked up at them. Rick looked tired, they were really worried about his sanity for a little while. Thank goodness he was finally coming back to them. He gave her a small smile as Daryl readjusted his crossbow.

Daryl was trying so hard to keep a straight face but he couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't sure why but he enjoyed teasing the little blonde girl. But the amusement he received from getting her all worked up made it all worth it. He watched as Beth took a deep breath.

Beth opened her mouth to explain that in less than a week she would be twenty years old. But before she could utter a single syllable Rick busted out laughing.

"Oh if looks could kill," Rick laughed, slapping Daryl on the back. "I'm heading over to see Judith, if you need anything don't be afraid to ask." Daryl gave a swift nod, smiling as he turned back to the red face blonde. She looked too damn cute when she was mad.

She really wasn't a kid, but she may as well be, being Hershel's baby girl and all. He stole a quick glance at her, she had changed so much since they first met on her daddy's farm. Her face had slimmed down, she was filling out- shaking his head. 'Get those thoughts out of your head Dixon,'. He barely even recognized the girl standing in front of him. She was a very beautiful girl but also off limits. Not that he would even try, she deserved to be with someone so much better than he. Hell he was old enough to be her father, well almost.. Smirking down at her ready for her snappy comeback, he saw her glance shyly over at his motorcycle.

Biting her lip softly, she struggled with the question forming on her tongue. Why was she getting so shy? She really wanted to learn how to defend herself. And the thought of going out on runs with the rest of the group make her heart leap. And if anyone who would be a better teacher than Daryl Dixon?

"What?" Daryl asked nervously, trying to read her features enough to tell him what she was about to say.

Inhaling quickly she closed her eyes letting her question roll off her tongue. "Will you teach me how to protect myself and maybe take me out on a run? Um- not right now but sometime?" She asked, slowly peeking up at him through her lashes. "I just need to get away, and I want to learn how to defend myself." Doubting her self, "If not it's... It's alright." Silently she cursed under her breath.

He watched in shock as that dirty word slipped from her lips, smiling slightly as a blush crept up on her face. Why she would want anything to do with him was puzzling. Teach little Beth Greene to protect herself? Rubbing the back of his neck, ]Get permission from your daddy and from Rick and I will." He added as she toed the dirt. 'She is too damn cute,' Wait, what? He did not just think that.

"Daryl, I am not a child anymore!" She stated, trying to keep her anger in check.

Daryl stepped back, throwing his hands up playfully, "Just get Rick and Hershel's okay first. I'm not getting my ass chewed out." He actually smiled at the thought, of Hershel kicking his ass one legged and all. feeling her glare, he looked up surprised to see the anger flash through her doe eyes. Who was this girl in front of him? He didn't even remember ever hearing her back talk, and here she was glaring at him. As strange as it was, he found it endearing.

She balled her small fists, as childish as it sounded she had to know, "Is it because I'm a girl?" Daryl bit the inside of his check to keep from full out laughing at her.

"Honestly? Ya." Shaking his head, he wasn't going to lie to her. "Look," Gently pushing her chin up getting her big eyes back to his, she looked absolutely heartbroken, "Just get their permission, I don't mind but you just need to get their okay."

"Okay," She whispered. At least if anything he would train her how to defend herself. Even if Daddy wouldn't let her out of the fence. She felt that pull at her heart again. No she was not going to cry in front of Daryl Dixon, especially now if she wanted him to take her serious, and possibly out on a run. She wasn't weak. 'You don't cry anymore.'

Nodding to her slightly, he turned to watch Glenn and Maggie walk into the prison. Beth and Daryl shared a knowing look and shuddered, as much as her sister and brother-in-law "tried to be quiet" it never seemed to work. Not to mention her cell was right next to Maggie's. Groaning she turned away from them, letting the sun warm her face. Don't get her wrong. She was happy for her sister for finding Glenn, they were so in love, something so rare in this ugly world. She just wished she didn't have to hear it every night. Giggling to herself she sighed, looking up into the big blue sky.

Daryl watched as Beth innocently soaked up the sun. Her pale skin turning a darker shade of red, with each passing second. He couldn't pull his eyes from her face. Her innocence captivating him, shaking his head. "You oughta get inside." She ignored him, it would be getting cold before they knew it and she didn't want to waste a single moment of it.

"Did ya hear me?" he asked slightly impatient. He needed to get her inside away from him, he couldn't think clearly with her around.

"Ya," She answered softly, slowly blushing

"I'm sorry I didn't hear that," He said looking down his nose at her.

"Yes sir." She teased throwing him another teasing glare. Turning quickly to hide her grin she hurried up to the door. Beth held her breath as she dared a glance over her shoulder. Just to find Daryl's blue eyes staring after her. She smiled back at him once more, and followed after Glenn and Maggie.

Daryl shook his head, at the now closed door. What the hell had he just gotten himself into?