Beth smoothed her hands down her wedding dress, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in the fabric, her hand playing slightly with the beads and crystals that decorated the torso. The dress was a beautiful strapless gown with a heart shaped neckline that clung to her torso before widening out at her hips with a long train running behind her. Nerves swarmed in her stomach and she began pacing her dressing room, the heels of her cowboy boots thumping softly along the ground as she walked and her train twisting and curving around her, nearly tripping her several times. Her hands played with the long strands of blonde hair that were curled and tucked into a side ponytail and falling over her left shoulder, the signature braid that her mother always put in her hair laying on top of the curls. The door to her dressing room opened and Maggie walked in, her hands smoothing the soft yellow fabric of her knee-length bridesmaid's dress as she peeped in to check on her sister.

"Oh, Bethy, you look gorgeous," Maggie whispered as tears filled her eyes. She walked quickly to Beth and hugged her tightly. "Mama would be so proud of you."

"I don't know if I can do it, Maggie…" Beth whispered, her eyes filling with tears as well. "I don't know if I can marry Jimmy."

"Oh, Bethy, everyone gets cold feet at their wedding. You'll walk in there and see him at the end of the aisle and it'll all fall into place." Beth sighed and shook her head slightly. Maggie didn't get it, but Beth couldn't expect her to. Maggie didn't know of the night the younger Greene girl had hung out with the youngest Dixon brother years ago. She didn't know that the two had a close friendship and shared everything with each other. Beth had been dating Jimmy the whole time but Daryl had been there to pick up the pieces of her life more than Jimmy.

Jimmy always put himself first in their relationship. His career, his family, his friends, all before Beth and her family or her friends, or her dreams. And Daryl was always there at the end of the day to listen, to soothe her tears, and to threaten to "straighten him out." But Beth loved Jimmy with every fiber of her being. So when he proposed a year ago, Beth had said yes and she felt that their relationship was better, stronger. He took better care of her, listened and talked to her better, helped her.

Now, here she was, on their wedding day, wondering if she was making the right choice…She wished Daryl was in the room with her to talk her through it. But he wasn't. Jimmy had forbidden his presence at the wedding. Beth felt her eyes burn at the thought and a strange heaviness suck her heart down into her stomach.

"Bethy, are you ready?" Hershel's voice carried through the door before it cracked open and he looked in. His eyes grew moist as he looked at his youngest daughter in her beautiful wedding gown and he swallowed heavily. "I wish your mother were here to see this…"

"She is, daddy, she's watching us from above," Beth whispered as she wrapped her arms around her father's neck and hugged him tightly. "I'm as ready as I can be…" Maggie handed Beth her bouquet and bent to fix her gown's train before kissing her sister and her father on the cheek and leading the way out to the chapel. Maggie went into the chapel first while Beth and Hershel waited around the corner. They waited for the music cue, Beth shifting nervously in her spot.

"Are you wearing your boots with that dress?" Hershel asked, a smile creasing across his face when Beth nodded, but her smile faded. Jimmy would be angry when he saw her wearing her boots under the wedding dress that night. A sick feeling suddenly swept through Beth's stomach at the thought of doing…that with Jimmy later that night. Beth sighed, her brain telling her in numerous ways that she should turn around and leave.

It's just nerves, Beth. It'll be better when the ceremony is over…she thought to herself before following her father's lead and walking into the chapel, the doors closing quietly behind them. The end of the aisle came too quickly for Beth and next thing she knew, her hands were in Jimmy's. His smile was bright and loving and Beth tried to return the smile, she tried to feel the elation she knew she should feel but she couldn't. It wasn't there. Beth opened her mouth to tell Jimmy and the Preacher that she couldn't go through with it when the doors flew open and banged against the wall. Everyone's eyes flew to the doorway and Beth's heart stopped.

Daryl stood in the doorway, his dark blue button up shirt crooked with buttons in the wrong holes. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, hanging down into his eyes, and he was gasping for breath.

"Beth, stop!" his voice was broken, choppy as he tried to catch his breath.

"Daryl, what the hell?" she asked, pulling her hands from Jimmy and lifting her dress to run down the aisle, concern filling her.

"You can't marry him, Beth." He exclaimed the moment she was near him, her hand brushing his bangs off his forehead. "Please…Don't marry him." Beth's eyes widened when she heard his pleading tone.

"Why not, Daryl?"

"Because I love you…" Beth's heart stopped as she took in his words. The chapel was silent, watching in shock at the scene unfolding in front of them. Beth grabbed Daryl's hands in both of hers, squeazing them lightly before turning and walking down the aisle to back Jimmy. She heard a pained gasp from the man behind her and stopped.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy, I can't marry you. I don't love you." She turned, lifting her dress so that she could run the few feet back to Daryl before jumping into his arms.

"I know why this wedding felt so wrong, Daryl Dixon…" His eyes were bright, blinking furiously to keep his tears down as Beth's rolled down her cheeks, her makeup smearing slightly. "It's because I love you." Daryl carefully lowered Beth back to her feet, his hands gently wiping away her tears before his lips collided with hers fiercely, hungrily. The couple could hear faint cursing from the altar of the church, but neither found a damn to give. When the need to breathe forced them apart, Daryl's lips quirked into a smirk as he took in her appearance.

"God, you're beautiful, Beth Greene…One question," Beth quirked her head in confusion before his smile widened. "Are you wearing your boots with your dress?" Beth laughed and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck as his tightened around her. "Good, I love it."