Daryl Dixon emerged slowly from a terrifying dream, but you'd never guess it from his facial expression. He was always so calm and collected even in the face of mortal danger. He blinked a couple times to try and banish the demons that haunted his dreams. Trying to sit up he realized he was partially pinned by a arm across his chest. He looked down at the sleeping angel that was Beth Greene. He watched her sleep for a few moments before he gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
She sighed softly and nuzzled her cheek against his chest. Muttering barely above a whisper she spoke his name. He allowed a smile for an instant before sliding a hand down her cheek. She stirred for only a moment but remained asleep, lost in whatever dream had taken hold. "I love you Beth." He whispered, more to himself. A confession he had ran from for almost a month now, ever since they escaped the prison attack and lost track of everyone else in the group. She was all he had left in the crazy apocalyptic world and he was all she had now. He'd be damned if he'd let any harm come to her. He belonged to her and only her now.
He laid back down and stared at the speckled night sky and drifted back to sleep with her curled safely beside him. But as he slept Beth's eyes slowly opened. Without moving her body she shifted her eyes up to his face. Had she heard him correctly? Did he really love her? A thousand thoughts popped into her mind at once which she fought to silence. In the end she gave up trying to put reason to her conflicting emotions and instead, she slowly closed her eyes whispering. "I love you too Daryl."
