A/U: This is just a brief (well...) one-shot. Sometimes I don't feel inspired enough to update my fics but an idea pops in my mind and I have to write it down. And here it is. Please enjoy and ignore every possible mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own TWD or its characters.

Daryl parked his bike in front of the music venue and watched for a moment the exterior of the building with a big shiny neon sign. He rubbed his face with his hand and sighed before he got off the bike and headed towards the entry.

There was a nice dimness that allowed a better lighting to the stage at the back of the room. In those moments the stage was already being used, and the people sitting around the tables was clapping and laughing softly. Daryl couldn't help but smirk softly when he spotted her up there, with the microphone on one hand and her guitar slinging over her shoulder.

"This next song… well the last one it's called 'Married' and…" she adjusted the strings of her guitar before she kept talking, "Have you ever been at a party and the only thing you wanted to do was get out of there to make out with someone?" more laughter followed, and this time she laughed too. She bent over lightly to grab a water bottle and sipped a couple times before she started singing.

Daryl wasn't surprised when everyone fell silent all of a sudden. It was a habitual reaction: hardly anyone was able to speak until the song was over.

Daryl was speechless himself; despite he had heard her sing lots of times. That was another thing with Beth: it didn't matter how many times she sung in front of you, each time was as different and hypnotic. He doubted that that peace and knot in his stomach he always felt when he heard her voice would ever fade.

He remembered perfectly the day she had written that song. They were sitting on the couch in their apartment, him reading and her with the guitar, trying tunes and writing things in her notebook.

"I'm writing a song about the first time we met" she told him, smiling. Daryl snorted softly.

"That is gonna be a hell of a song" he answered, and she giggled.

"It was wonderful" Beth assured vehemently, "Best day of my life".

And he saw her then, sitting on the couch of their home, and he couldn't help feeling the luckiest guy in the world.

"Yeah" he nodded, "Mine too".

Suddenly her voice faded away and the applauses resurged. He hastened in joining them, and then she giggled and blushed, as if she was surprised that people liked her songs. She got off the stage, with the people still clapping, and without a doubt she headed towards his place. She knew he'd be always there.

"Daryl" she was glowing. Her hair was collected in a lateral ponytail and she was wearing a turquoise long-sleeved blouse with high black jeans. He approached her and kissed her softly, "Did you arrive in time? Did you like it?"

"Mm" he raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair off her face, "You wanna stay a while?"

"No, no" she shook her head, "I wanna go home. I haven't seen you in the whole day".

"Okay" he muttered, kissing her one more time. She picked up all of her stuff, and when she came back, she grabbed his arm with a hand as she unfolded her white cane to walk through the crowd.

They met two years earlier. It was another night for Daryl: Merle had dragged him to another stranger's house full of people so he could get in trouble. Daryl was there only to avoid having him spending the night in a jail, but suddenly he was nowhere to be found and Daryl stayed in a corner of the living room, drinking moonshine and trying to ignore the annoying drunks who were making out in front of him.

Suddenly a little blonde girl appeared beside him, sipping from one of those red cups. He stared at her, thinking that she was so damn pretty, and then she turned her head. Daryl looked away quickly, but that didn't stop the tip of his ears from turning red.

"Hi" she greeted him with a surprisingly sweet voice. He grunted something that didn't really mean anything, and she smiled, "I'm Beth".

She raised her hand, and then Daryl realized she was using a cane. His sight was so focused on that white cane, trying to put two and two together, that he had completely forgotten that that girl was still waiting for him to shake her hand.

"You just saw it, didn't you?" she asked him suddenly. He raised his head to look at her, but her smile was still there, "I'd like to lower my hand".

"Shit" he muttered, hastening in shaking it. Beth's smile widened, "Sorry".

"Why?"

"'Cause I…eh…"

"It must be dark in here for you to not notice it before. People tend to look at the cane before they even look at my face" and she giggled. Daryl observed her eyes, fixed on the floor. They didn't look like his picture of a blind person's eyes: they were light blue, and if it wasn't because she was using that cane and her eyes seemed to be looking at the nothing, he wouldn't have guessed she was blind, "This party sucks, right?"

Daryl shrugged, but then he realized that she couldn't see him. He grunted again, feeling stupid.

"My sister forced me to come here" she continued, "According to her, I have to stop acting like an old lady and celebrate that I can legally drink" and she raised her cup lightly to illustrate her words, "I turn twenty-one today".

"Congratulations" he muttered, staring at her more intently. One of her hands fidgeted with the hem of her floral dress. Her hair, bright and blonde, fell in soft waves down her back, and Daryl thought that she was too young and too pretty to be wasting her birthday talking to him, "Where's your sister?"

"She's probably kissing some boy around here" and she shrugged, her sweet smile staying permanently on her face, "I didn't really wanna go out today. It's just a bunch of people and too much noise".

"Me either" he found himself answering. Beth nodded, "My brother dragged me here too".

"What a coincidence" she laughed, "Is it your birthday as well?"

"Nah" he shook his head, "It's not gonna be such a coincidence".

"That's a shame" she raised her eyebrows, and then brought the cup to her lips. She grimaced, "This is disgusting".

"What are you drinking?" he asked her.

"Peach schnapps"

Daryl chuckled.

"That the first drink you're gonna have legally?"

Beth smiled widely, and Daryl gave her his cup.

"Go ahead, try this".

"What is it?"

"Moonshine" he told her as she sipped. She wrinkled her nose and Daryl contained a laugh.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted" she complained, but her expression never changed, and she drank a bit more before she giggled, "My dad used to say that bad moonshine can make you go blind" and she drank again. Daryl took the cup away from her carefully, but she had already drunk every last drop.

"Slow down" he indicated her, "This is gonna kick your ass if you're light as a plume".

The giggle that she let out told him that it was too late.

"Don't worry, you can always carry me" she shrugged as if nothing, and giggled again. Daryl thanked that she couldn't see how red he was, "I want more of that" and she dropped her cup in a shelf, "You're right, peach schnapps sucks".

And Daryl chuckled again.

He spent the rest of the night trying to move cups so she wouldn't drink too much, and at some point she dragged him to the center of the living room when a song she liked started playing. She was determinate to make him dance while he refused weakly.

"Oh, c'mon" she told him as she pouted, "You're gonna say no to a poor blind girl?"

"You're just taking advantage now" he grumbled, feeling the effects of the alcohol dazing his mind. She smiled at him so brightly and he already knew he would give in. She wound her arms around his neck and they started swaying slowly, her head resting against his chest. He put his hands on her hips and they kept moving at the same pace even though it was a song made to jump and dance energetically.

At the end of the night, Daryl didn't even remember Merle, and Beth didn't even think she would find Maggie, so they shared a cab. She gave the driver her address.

"And don't even think about protesting, Daryl" she silenced him before he could open his mouth, "I got a beautiful co-couch" she finished as she yawned.

Daryl held her carefully as they climbed the stairs to get to her apartment in a third floor without an elevator while she struggled to find the right key. Just as the door opened she threw herself against a soft Labrador.

"Hi there buddy!" she exclaimed, "Here, this is Daryl… what else?"

"Dixon" he answered, feeling suddenly uncomfortable for being at her place. During his drunken phase, he hadn't been totally conscious, but now that he was aware of the situation he could see how wrong that was. He couldn't sleep at a much younger and blind girl.

He frowned when he thought that she hadn't acted in a very sensible way either.

"Well" she started, stretching her arms, "this is my home. My landlord says it has beautiful views, but I have no idea" she fell on the couch with a thud, "And here is the couch, which is really…" her voice faded away as her eyelids started falling. She opened her eyes suddenly and started laughing, "Really soft. He was right".

Beth patted a spot beside her.

"Come over here".

"I think I should leave" he muttered, feeling how the alcohol wasn't affecting him anymore. Beth furrowed her brow.

"What are you talking about? It's too late. And dangerous" Daryl almost laughed. He was the kind of guy that people avoided at night, "I'm gonna sleep, you're gonna sleep, and tomorrow I'll make you some really delicious pancakes. What do you think?"

Since he didn't have a lot of options (he didn't really want to walk back home, and he didn't have money for a bus or a cab) he approached the couch and sat down carefully. Beth stood up and went to one of the doors. Daryl looked at the cane, resting against a wall besides the door, and felt a bit worried.

"Are you sure you can get to your room by yourself?"

"Yeah, I know this home by heart. I could walk 'round here with my eyes closed" and giggled again. Daryl smirked, "I'd offer you a blanket, but it's a bit hot here…"

"'M okay" he assured her, "Thanks".

Beth stopped and turned around. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, but Daryl suddenly felt like she was piercing him.

"I just… wanted to stay at home reading" she said, her voice soft and sober, "I didn't wanna have to go through this birthday thing, you know? And then I noticed you. Don't ask me how, I just did. You were different. And… for the first time in a while, I'm glad I didn't stay at home, Daryl" and she smiled so softly and yet so sadly that Daryl wondered why she hated her birthdays so much. She was good, and pure, and he was convinced she had a family that loved her and was deeply worried because their little girl had left a party with a much older redneck.

"I'm glad too" he answered and she was beaming so intently that he was positive they wouldn't need any lamp to light the room. She fidgeted with her hands for a few seconds, her cheeks lightly blushed, and then she spoke.

"Can I… have a birthday present?" she asked him. Daryl blinked, confused.

"I guess" he responded, not being really sure about what she was asking. Beth bit her lower lip and took a deep breath nervously.

"Could you give me a kiss?"

Daryl swore his heart had skipped a fucking beat. A part of him was already trying to stand up, but the other one (the sensitive one) stopped him firmly.

"I don't think that's a good idea" he told her cautiously. He was amazed by her disappointed expression.

"Why not?"

"I'm a lot older".

"Oh, c'mon" she smiled again, "I don't think I've spent the night with an eighty-year-old".

"But I'm not in my twenties either" he grunted, awkward. Beth shrugged.

"How old are you then?"

Daryl took a few seconds to answer.

"Thirty-six" he lifted his head when Beth bursted out laughing, "You think it's funny?"

"Very" she answered in between laughs, "Do you think that's a lot older?"

"Believe me, you wouldn't ask me that if you could…" he didn't finish the sentence.

"…if I could see, you mean? Daryl, it's my eyes which are damaged, not my brain" Daryl chuckled dryly, "If you don't wanna do it, that's okay. But if you do want to kiss me… well, then you shouldn't even doubt. I want you to" she added in a whisper.

Another silence appeared between them, stretching immensely. Daryl flexed his hands, not knowing what to do. His mind was racing, but his body was totally still and for when he lifted his eyes, he really didn't expect her standing there, waiting.

He got up slowly, almost silently, and he approached her. Beth raised her head, her lips lightly open and that pretty pink on her cheeks. He hesitated a second before he dared resting his hand against her cheek and move forward to brush her lips with his, in such a soft way that he wondered if she had felt that. But then she stood on her toes and grabbed his shirt as she wound up her arms around his neck to press him harder against her. Daryl grabbed her hips tightly and practically crashed her against him.

The bike parked in front of their building, and he offered her his hand so she could get off. Beth unfolded the white cane as he climbed off as well. She took his arm and they both started walking towards the apartment.

They had moved together almost a year after they first met. After that night, she had asked him to meet again, and even though she wasn't completely sure if he would actually go, there were no words to describe the joy that she felt when he sat in front of her in that booth of a diner.

From that moment, they had started seeing each other regularly. Beth felt like they had always known each other. Things were simple and natural between them. She started spending more and more time at his place, and she just didn't know if she could be happier than she already was.

"It's easy" she explained one night, both lying on the couch: him resting against the arm and her back against his chest, with a book on her lap, "you can write anything with just six spots".

"Don't seem easy t'me" he answered. Beth smiled and started touching the page carefully.

"Well, it's like learning to read. First you have to learn the letters, then complete words, and after that you start…" she took his hand and put it over the page, "you start understanding what it says. It's easier than it looks".

He grunted something else and moved his hand away to place it on her chin, tracing her jaw line with his index finger. Beth closed her eyes.

"There's even a…" she stopped a second when Daryl's finger started caressing her neck, "a language for people who is blind and deaf".

"Yeah?" he muttered.

"Mm-mm" Beth nodded, "Writing on their hands".

"On their hands" Daryl repeated, moving his finger down her clavicle. Beth smiled softly even though her eyes were strongly closed.

Suddenly, right before his hand could reach her jersey, he moved. Beth turned around, confused.

"Teach me how to write in Braille".

"Right now?" she asked. He did an affirmative sound. Beth got up hesitantly, still confused, and took a slate and stylus from the table. She sat down again against his back carefully, and he hugged her with one arm as he grabbed the stylus and slate with the other hand.

"How do you write the M?"

"Well…" Beth took his hand, "first, you have to indicate it's a capital letter. We don't want mistakes in Braille, do we?" she joked as she moved his hand softly and started marking the spots, "That's it, very well" she whispered, guiding him.

"A'right, and if I wanna write… an o, what do you mark?"

"Daryl Dixon, what are you up to?" she asked. Daryl smiled and shook his head before he kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tighter.

"You can't be a good guy and want to learn how to write in Braille without your girlfriend thinking you're up to somethin' bad" he said in a false tone of deception. Beth poked him lightly, "C'mon, help me with his".

Beth just needed two more letters before she dropped Daryl's hand suddenly. She didn't even care about the stale falling to the floor with a thud.

"You're messing with me" she said. Daryl stilled, not knowing what to answer. That was a good or a bad signal?

"No" he just replied, "I want you to live with me".

"Are you serious?"

Daryl was already feeling extremely uncomfortable. He felt blood turning his face red, so he just grunted. Beth moved forward immediately and rounded his neck with her arms, hugging him and giggling.

"Now I get it" she muttered after a while, "You wanted to learn Braille so you can send me to do the purchase when you don't want to".

Daryl chuckled huskily and put his hands over her cheeks.

"You know me too well" and he kissed her.

Things had been pretty easy after that. Beth had brought all of her stuff to his apartment, which was bigger than hers, and he had been more than willing to make room in the dresser and the bathroom as long as she kept letting him wake her up with kisses and didn't hate him for drawing her out of her sleep every morning. He made coffee and she made toasts, and they both sat down to have breakfast together.

Beth worked as a music teacher for children with visual impairment so they could also learn it without seeing, and she was also a musician. She played and sang regularly in some venues, and even though she wasn't especially famous, a growing crowd was increasing little by little.

Daryl worked in a construction company owned by Jim, an old friend with whom had worked in a repair shop a few years before. Every day, he got out of work and picked her up from music school or went to some venue to listen to her singing.

That night, while they waited for the elevator to reach their floor, Daryl felt something different in Beth. She looked agitated, nervous, but also kind of sad, and he couldn't help feeling worried. The night Daryl had met Beth, she had acted exactly like she looked: cheerful, smiling, with always a kind word to say and without a problem at all. However, as they started knowing each other more and more, Beth ended up telling him that the night they first met, it was the fifth anniversary of the car accident that killed her mom and her older brother and made her blind. It was the reason of why she hated her birthdays and had refused to go out until Maggie had finally convinced her.

"The best decision of my life" she whispered to him as he caressed the scar on her wrist, "And that one is the most stupid" she added, pointing to her wrist. Who would have guessed that sweet, good Beth Greene had her own demons? It was the same night that he told him about his childhood and his back full of scars. She had felt them, of course, but he had always moved away and changed the subject.

"My mama died in a fire and Merle was never 'round. My ol' man just wanted someone to beat" he confessed quietly, and Beth hugged him softly as her hands traced every scar carefully while she breathed on his ear calmly, even though he could feel her heart pounding and the wetness on her cheeks.

Therefore, the fact that Beth suddenly didn't act like Beth alerted Daryl. He said nothing, of course, but he knew her enough to know that she was thinking about something.

They both entered the apartment, and he started taking off his leather jacket while she paced around the living room nervously while Wolf, her Labrador, kept following her, as faithful as always.

Daryl sat down on their bed and finished undressing until he was just on his boxers. Beth appeared after a few minutes, Wolf behind her, and while she started petting the dog carefully, Daryl felt that worry growing and growing inside him.

"You're okay?" he finally asked her. Beth shrugged lightly, and then, she sighed heavily and turned to face him.

"Daryl, do you think it'd be selfish if we had a baby?" Daryl almost fell off the bed.

"You wanna have a baby?" he asked her. Beth shrugged again and lay down on the bed, sighing again before she rested the back of her hand against her forehead.

"Yes" she muttered after a few seconds, "I want to have a child with you, Daryl".

Daryl lay beside her, propping up on one elbow to watch her.

"Do you want to?" she asked her in a quiet and fearful tone. He rested a hand against her cheek and kissed her.

"I'd never thought about havin' children until I met you" he answered. Beth seemed to deflate a bit after that.

"But, would I be selfish? I mean, if we have a baby, our family will never be like other families" she affirmed, and she said it in such a sad tone that Daryl's stomach clenched, "I've always wanted a child, but it's not the same. I'm blind, Daryl" she told him, as if it was something new.

"I know" Daryl answered.

"I will never see him" she muttered, leaning against his hand, "And I will never be able to protect him at one hundred percent. I will never be like other moms. I'll never be a good mom".

"Stop right there" Daryl cut her off, "Any child would be damn lucky to be your kid".

Beth smiled softly and kissed the palm of his hand.

"Lotta women can see their kids and they do nothing to protect or love 'em" he continued, "You don't need a pair of eyes that work to take good care of our kid. Besides, you think I'd let anything happen to our child? Or that Wolf would?" Beth giggled, and Daryl smirked, "I love you".

"I love you" she answered, scooping up a bit to kiss him again. Daryl wiped a little tear with his thumb, "And you're going to be the best dad any kid could wish".

Daryl snorted softly, but then she furrowed her brow.

"The best dad, Daryl" she repeated, convinced, "You don't need a perfect past or a different last name to take good care of our kid" she quoted him, "And you put all of that away. Just like I did".

He seemed to hesitate, but at the end, he lowered his eyes and found her beneath him. Her eyelids were shut, but her little and fast hands had turned into her eyes. They wandered up her arms quickly until one of them rested on his face, covering his eyes, and the other one was on his back.

"Make love to me, Daryl" she whispered.

And he didn't have any objection about that.