A/N Thank you every one for your interest! This is my first go at a Bethyl fic. There are so many fantastic ones out there; I thought I would try to add to the mix. Thank you again :)

Daryl doubted there was a more confusing human being on the planet than Beth Greene. Then again, there couldn't be that many people left, so she was probably it. He didn't know anything about teething, but Hell if the Little Asskicker wasn't the calmest one in their damn group. If she was up at night, he would know it.

He shot a gruff look over one shoulder to see Beth moving languidly toward the C Block's entrance. He didn't understand how she could always look so at peace with the world around her. It certainly wasn't as if she were lazy, but shit…girl was a damn mystery. And Daryl had never been one to be mystified by anyone, let alone an eighteen year old kid.

He shook his head and made his own way toward the front gate where he was to meet Michonne. Last time out they had seen signs for a Piggly Wiggly about an hour's drive from the prison. They had opted for just a pair's run to scope out the place before making a full scale raid.

Leaning against his old bike, his thoughts turned to the kids playing a few dozen yards from his position. He couldn't remember their names for the life of him…Hell, he hadn't exactly made the effort to learn any of the Woodbury citizens. He had hardly been impressed with the lot so far. It had already been a month since they joined up, and only a few had managed to get with the program. This wasn't a damn vacation villa. There was no sick fuck governor to pull the wool over their eyes anymore. Piece of shit didn't do anyone any favors with that philosophy.

"Don't think so hard; you'll hurt yourself." Daryl looked up at Michonne approaching, slipping her sword in its sheath behind her back.

"Yeah yeah, you done putting you're makeup on?" Michonne shook her head and shot him a smirk, turning toward the kids playing.

"Lizzie, come lock up behind us!" she called. Immediately the oldest of the children hurried forward, eager to help the two most imposing members of the originals.

"Good Luck Michonne…Mr. Dixon!" Lizzie blushed as the two nodded and took off through the gate. As the pair headed out, Daryl looked back to make sure the kid took care of locking up properly. Content, he turned his gaze back to the road ahead, ready for the trip before them.

By the time they reached the less than impressive grocery, Daryl was more than ready to escape the car and the endless cassette of Creedence Clearwater Revival Michonne had found and insisted on playing. It hadn't taken long for him to want to shoot the tape deck with one of his arrows.

Michonne sighed as the maneuvered slowing from the car and crouched down around the other sigh. "What do you think?" Daryl eyed the crowd of tents surrounding the store and couple dozen walkers mixed throughout.

"It depends how early these bastards were hit, I guess…" he replied taking another glance over the hood of the car. He was pissed. At least two dozen walkers, a maze of tents, and a slew of dead bodies occupied the entire parking lot between them and their potential goldmine.

"Take a look 'round back? Michonne nodded in response and the two made their way back, making sure to give the walkers a wide berth. Tomorrow with a larger group they would return and deal with the threat far more safely.

As they neared the prison once more and caught sight of the group, Michonne released a small chuckle catching Daryl's attention. "You got something to say, Chuckles?" he muttered, still disappointed in the day's discoveries. He was curious, though, as to what could someone as stoic as Michonne to break character.

"Beth talk to you?" she asked, a smirk still lit on her face. Daryl froze at the question. Why the Hell did she or anyone else care if he and Beth were talking? It was barely a conversation anyway. If anything, he was merely the first person she saw over the age of twelve and was glad not to be playing with the kids again. The idea that anyone had a problem made him see red.

"What's it to you?" he grumbled, sounding far more aggressive than he would have liked. Michonne, thankfully didn't seem to notice the sudden attitude shift. If she had, she made no move to address it.

"This morning," she explained as they waited for Carol to open the gate, "I was checking the car and she just sidles up all quiet like…just watching me. Finally she comes out and asks for some reason what my favorite word is." Daryl just sat in silence as Michonne passed by Carol and headed up the main drive.

"You ever hear something like that?" she laughed stepping out of the car and repositioning her katana. Daryl just frowned.

"What does that even mean?" he finally asked, following her toward the prison. Michonne shrugged.

"That's what I asked…I told her I'd get back to her though," she admitted shaking her head. "You better start thinking too, Sunshine."

Daryl frowned. "What do you mean?"

"From what I hear she's making her way around…popping the question." Daryl stopped and signaled Michonne to go on ahead. Not needing to be told twice, Michonne was gone and Daryl was alone on the shallow steps. He could already see others heading over, knowing dinnertime was approaching.

Rather than lament the fact he had missed out on hunting to go on a ridiculous Piggly Wiggly run, his thoughts once more turned to the little blonde from earlier. If she was talking to everyone and asking that stupid ass question, why hadn't asked him that morning. He grimaced. It was that exact attitude. Girl probably thought he'd shoo her off, mocking her senseless.

Daryl couldn't help but feel a little bad. He knew he came off gruff; Hell, he liked it that way. It kept annoying pricks like most of the Woodbury people off his back. He remembered the look of both awe and anxiety the girl from earlier, Lizzie, had given him. He shook his head.

Kids and goddamn favorite words weren't any concern of his. He wouldn't bother thinking about words until Beth asked…assuming she did ask. Making his way to the guard tower to relieve Tyreese, he couldn't help but wonder when she would search him out again.