Beth couldn't figure out how long it had been since she had showered. A few days before they left at least, it felt worse because of the sweat and blood. The last shower she remembered was at the prison and it had been gone for nearly a week now. They made a run into one of the small towns Daryl and Michonne had scoped out, he seemed to think that the pharmacy was still pretty well stocked.

After the store was secured, she started rummaging around the place. There wasn't any food or medicine, but she did find a package of baby wipes on the back of a shelf. Daryl moved around the small store picking up random things and either putting them back or shoving them in his pack. They emptied the place of everything they could use and headed back to their camp.

He did a quick sweep of the area and brought back a few squirrels for dinner. Things were more comfortable between them now, Daryl wasn't just staring off away from her anymore. He wasn't keeping a designated space between them. He sat right beside her by their small fire, his hand touched hers when she offered him some water. Every now and then she caught him looking at her and saw the way his ears reddened as he turned away.

"I'm gonna go clean up while those cook."

"Alright." He kept his eyes on cleaning their dinner.

She ducked into their makeshift tent and stripped down. Beth remembered back to her mom always keeping a package of baby wipes in the car and suddenly the image of her reaching into the glove box was all she could think of. She felt the loss of her family standing there in her underwear and bra underneath their sagging tarp that served as a home. Her chest shook as she pulled in deep breaths trying to calm herself, she closed her eyes and pretended the sun-warmed wipes could wash everything away.

She didn't hear him move to stand next to the tent. She didn't know he could hear her shaking breaths or see the line of her body through the opening. Beth didn't know that he saw the way her hands shook during the small moment it took for him to reach in and leave something beside her. She didn't know that he could see how much she missed her family, her normal life. She didn't know how much it affected him, seeing her hurting.

Beth finished cleaning up the best she could and turned around to put her shirt back on. Next to her folded pile of dirty clothes was an unopened stick of Secret. She almost sobbed at the familiar image. She opened it and breathed in the powder fresh scent. Beth closed her eyes and pretended she was getting ready in her room. She straightened her hair the best she could and put the deodorant on before pulling on her shirt. She felt stronger, something about the normalcy of the motion grounded her.

She stepped outside and saw the way Daryl kept glancing up at her, she could see him waiting for her to say something.

"Thank you. For that."

He turned his head towards her but kept his eyes down. "Mmhmm."

Beth let her hand touch his shoulder, "Really, Daryl."

"S'nothing. Didn't mean you needed it or nothin'. Just thought…"

"I needed it. Thanks." She let a smile pull at the corner of her mouth, "There's still some wipes left if you wanna wash up?"

"Alright." He walked into the tent and saw she had left the blue stick open next to the wipes. He picked it up and breathed in the clean scent that had mixed so nicely with her's. He didn't notice her standing there behind him, smirk on her face.

"You can use it if you want…strong enough for a man…"