A/N: Hi! Just a short chapter today to get an idea of what each one is thinking. I hope this is good!

Daryl braced the wind and rain as he strolled in the direction of home - "home" being a shack on the outskirts of the town. To the rest of the world it was a derelict building with no purpose. To him, it was simply a place to rest his head.

Despite the freezing atmosphere that surrounded him, Daryl felt warm. Comfortable, in fact. No longer was he affected by the droplets falling upon his face. No longer was he tempered by the wind blowing his hair over his eyes and shrouding his vision. That Greene girl had flipped something inside of him; now he felt insanely different from how he had before he slammed his body into the coffee store doors.

Thunder growled in the distance as he reached the small building that stood upon a slight hill. He strode towards the only door and stepped inside the hollow wooden room, revelling in the protection from the harsh winds. The sounds of the rain was muffled now; and Daryl was once again left alone with his thoughts.

Toeing off his boots, he slumped down on the tattered sofa and brought his fingers up to his head to massage his temples. Beth Greene. Her smile - that damned toothy grin she gave him - that alone was enough to make his stomach drop and his throat stick. What on earth was she doing to him? Since when had a girl - or anyone, for that matter - had such a profound effect on him?

If he were honest with himself, he could see Beth looking at him in that way, too. He couldn't let her fall for him. Jesus, he was nobody. Just a drifter. Just a redneck asshole with an even bigger asshole for a brother. Merle. If he were here, he'd have his balls for this, going mad over a girl he had only just met.

Daryl laid down on the couch and grabbed the blanket that hung over the back. He wrapped himself up and closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he would just forget about her. She's better off without him.

The money.

"Shit," he whispered. He'd have to see her again after all.

He'd go there early and give her the money. Then he'd leave.

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Beth turned the key in her lock and entered her tiny apartment. Locking the door behind her, she placed her bag on the hallway table and headed straight for her bedroom. Shrugging off her wet coat, she removed the rest of her clothes and changed into her comfiest set of pyjamas. She snuggled herself under her warm sheets and sighed, enjoying the softness against her cold body.

Now, in the silent warmth of her bed, her thoughts drifted to Daryl. He had seemed so strong and independent on the outside but… vulnerable on the inside. Lonely. He barely looked at her, as if he was scared of something - of judgement or maybe, of failure - and it had pierced deep. She somehow felt the fear just by seeing this wet, feral man in tattered clothes.

But she could see through his rough exterior. She saw the angel wings on his jacket, and she felt they represented him well. When he spoke to her, his voice was coarse but gentle and calm; much quieter than she would have ever guessed. He had a demeanour which just made her want to hold him and let him know he was safe. Safe with her.

She bunched the sheets tighter below her chin and brought her knees up. She would see him again tomorrow and for some reason, this made her anxious. What if he thought she was some annoying girl, pestering him about his life?

Well, she thought, he was the one who threw himself into the store. And because of that, he's thrown himself into my life. He'll have to deal with it.

Smiling, she curled herself up and let sleep take her away until tomorrow. Until she saw Daryl.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Don't forget to leave a review, what do you want to see happen at the coffee store next?