Hello Everyone!

This is my first FanFic ever! I have always loved reading and enjoying other's FanFics, so I decided to try my own. I am obsessed with anything related to Daryl and Beth falling in love. I am pretending like certain things never happened. This story will follow some of the bigger scenes from the Walking Dead T.V. Show.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead. I do not own any of the Walking Dead Characters.

If I did - I would have wrote Bethyl into the script!

So here goes nothing - I will try to upload once a week. Maybe every Monday?

Any comments or Feedback will be helpful! I have never written for the public eye before. Just to ease your worries, I do have an outline and a game plan for this story. I am hoping it will develop into something worth reading!

Chapter 1 – The Moment of Realization

Beth sat at the table with Daryl, her stomach full, which was a rarity these days. Despite all of the recent events that led to this moment she was happy. "I'm gunna write a letter." Beth stated.

Daryl looked up from eating. "Why?"

"For when they come back… if they come back." Beth thought for a moment. "Even if they are not coming back, I want to say thanks."

"What if you don't have to leave that?" Daryl said, as he pointed to what Beth was writing. "Maybe we can stick around here for a while."

This made Beth smile. "So, you do think there are still good people around?"

Daryl only grunted as a response and Beth simply pushed further. "So, what made you change your mind?"

Daryl looked form the food to Beth several times. When he spoke all that came out was, "You know."

Beth playfully replied. "What?"

Daryl stopped eating his food and stared at Beth. He let out a reply that wasn't comprehensive.

"Don't do that." Beth stated. "What made you change your mind?"

Daryl looked at Beth again. This time she understood. It was Beth, Beth had made him change his mind. She was sweet and pure in a world full of gore and hate. Daryl didn't know when Beth had specifically started to make such an impact on his feelings but for her he would try. He would try to see the good in things. Beth looked down and broke the eye contact unable to handle the raw emotion that Daryl barley let anyone see. "Oh." She said softly.

The moment was interrupted by the cans jingling out on the front porch and the sound of a dog whimpering.

"I am going to give that dog one more chance." Daryl said as he opened up a can of peaches. Daryl walked to the front door of the house. He opened without hesitation expecting the dog on the other side. However, upon opening Daryl saw the faces of the walking dead. He immediately tried slamming the door. "Beth!" He yelled.

Beth's adrenaline was immediately pumping. She grabbed Daryl's bow and quickly hobbled her way to the front door. Daryl motioned for the bow and she threw it at him.

"Run!" Daryl yelled for Beth to leave. She needed to get a head start. She would never make it with her ankle being twisted from being caught in that damn trap. Daryl couldn't hold the door any longer. He released it and went for the bottom of the house, away from Beth. As he ran he yelled at Beth again. "Beth go for the window and grab your shit!" He had no time for games or dilly-dallying.

Beth didn't want to leave Daryl, but she wasn't sure how to help. "I'm not going to leave you!" she yelled.

He couldn't defend himself and be worried about her being in the house. "Go! Ill meet you outside around the house!" He hoped Beth would do as he told. Daryl went down to where the dead bodies lied on tables. He hid behind one and started to take out the dead. He used the rolling metal bed to his advantage keeping the dead at bay. He shoved the bed into them, retrieving his arrows and running up the stairs two at a time back to Beth, all the way killing any walker who was in his path.

Daryl made it outside and was heading around to the side of the house, when he heard Beth scream. He noticed her bag on the ground and up a head he could see two med trying to put Beth into a back seat of a car. Her feet were on the metal surround the car door and she was pushing with all her might not to be thrown in, but Daryl could see she was losing this battle. He drew up his bow and aimed for the man closest to him. Daryl breathed out and let the arrow fly.

The arrow hit just below the man's shoulder into the flesh of his arm. The man screamed out in pain and released his hold on Beth. The other man no longer able to hold Beth dropped her and she fell to the ground. Daryl noosed another arrow.

"Don't touch her! If you lay a hand on her again I will shoot you in the face." Daryl was furious. He walked slowly toward the two men, but he knew time was running short, soon he would have to turn his attention on the remaining walkers who were finding interest in the scene unfolding. Beth was using her arms to push herself along the gravel towards Daryl. The two men looked at Daryl and then the walkers approaching. The man with the hurt arm jumped into the back seat of the car and the other into the driver's seat and they sped off.

Daryl reached down and slung on Beth's pack. He quickly made his way to her, not even bothering to ask if she could walk he scooped her up in his arms and took off jogging down the road. His only goal was to get away from those walkers.

Beth's head was pounding and as much as she was grateful towards Daryl for doing all the hard labor she really needed to be put down. She felt as if she was going to puke.

"Daryl." She gripped the front of his shirt and tugged slightly. She waited for him to respond but he just kept on jogging looking ahead into the night. She tried again. "Daryl." She reached up and gently put her hand on his cheek, making him look at her. He startled at her touch but he looked down anyway.

"What's wrong?" He said, scanning her body for injury.

"Nothing, I just… Can you put me down? I don't feel so well." Beth admitted. His only response was a grunt. Daryl slowed to a walk and set her down on the ground. He let go to only have her collapse against him.

"My ankle, I can't stand on it." She sighed. Beth looked up at the sky and let one frustrated tear fall. She wanted to be strong for Daryl, but how was she supposed to do that when she couldn't even walk? "Can we sit down for a minute, I feel dizzy?" Daryl pretended not to notice she was in distress and only responded through actions. Up ahead they could see a railroad track. He helped them walk the rest of the way there and started down the rail road track a few feet so they could be off the road and set Beth down.

"Thank You." Beth said. She put her head in between her knees and shut her eyes. She felt Daryl's warm body sit next to her. He was so close that their legs were touching. She was grateful for the warmth and support he gave.

As Beth sat there, she thought about Daryl offering to stay at that house. He had offered to try and make it work. Why did the dead have to come ruin everything? Beth was tired of running, she just needed some rest.

Daryl, although he wouldn't admit was actually glad they had found that house. He knew they both needed a break. He wanted to make Beth happy.

At the same time both Daryl and Beth whispered, "Now what?" They looked up at each other, both at a loss for words. Daryl was the first to speak, "Come on, we need to find some place to rest for the night." Beth only nodded. Daryl stood up and brushed off the gravel and dirt that clung to his pants. He reached down and picked up Beth once more.

"You don't have to carry me."

"Shh. It is just easier this way."

Beth just shrugged her shoulders. She leaned her head against Daryl's chest and closed her eyes as she listed to the crunch of his feet and the felt the sway of his body. Beth ended up falling asleep as Daryl walked into the night searching for someplace safe.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Let me know your thoughts!

xoxo,

Cass

Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead or any of it's scenes or characters