A/N Oh my gosh, you guys are all so amazing. I am overwhelmed by the amount of follows, favs, and reviews already! I'm so glad you guy are enjoying it, so hopefully this chapter does not disappoint. (:

Daylight shot through the crack of the curtains bringing yellow streaks of light throughout the loft, Beth missed this… it made her feel like the world wasn't so terrible after all, as if there weren't re-animated corpses roaming the earth. Waking up in a warm bed, feeling all shiny and new from her shower the night before. She felt…okay.

Daryl heard Beth stir from above; he was frying up some squirrel over the stove. He had snuck out earlier that morning to do some hunting, he thought about waking up Beth but when he went upstairs to check on her, her face was buried into the pillow and she looked so comfortable, he thought he'd let her sleep in.

"Mornin." Beth said groggily coming down the stairs. She was still dressed in her sweats and tank from last night.

Lord have mercy…. Daryl thought to himself, she didn't have a bra on and even though the tank top was black it was hugging her in every sinful way possible.

"Uhm how did ya sleep?" He managed to say.

"Great!" Beth smiled at him. "You?" she asked.

"Uh yea real good." Daryl grumbled averting his eyes away from Beth and back to the squirrel he was cooking.

Daryl was acting weird Beth thought to herself, and then she realized she was still in the small tank top and sweats that showed off a lot more than she had in intended to. That's why Daryl had been looking her up and down when she was coming down the stairs… she blushed at the thought.

Had Daryl been checking her out? No way, she thought to herself; I mean there was no way a man like Daryl was interested in her. Things started forming in her head about Daryl that she'd never thought about before. When all of a sudden Daryl's voice sprang her back into reality.

"BETH? Ya want some squirrel or not?" Daryl barked at her gruffly. There was the Daryl she knew.

"Uh what?" Beth looked to Daryl who was staring at her brows raised.

"Did ya want some?" Daryl asked, pointing to some the fried rodent meat in the pan. "Asked ya about three damn times." Daryl mumbled.

"Oh. Sorry." Beth apologized. "But no thanks I'll just have some peaches."

Beth really didn't like squirrel it tasted gamey, and if she had another choice of food she would definitely take it. Daryl just nodded grabbing a piece of meat and tossing it into his mouth. "Can I use your knife real quick?" Beth asked walking towards Daryl, hers was still upstairs. He tried not to look at her. It was making Beth laugh that he was afraid to look at her like he would violate her with his eyes or something. She was past modesty pretty much, I mean for god's sake she's had to pee three feet away before in the middle of the woods. She didn't understand why he was being so weird about it. He pulled his knife out and handed to Beth. "Thanks." Beth walked over and opened the can of peaches.

After she had finished eating Beth went upstairs to get dressed she put some light wash blue jeans and a grey tank top, it was bigger and covered more than the tight black one she had slept in and wore a bra of course. Once she was dressed she went back downstairs and walked over to the pile of dirty clothes next to the bed.

"What're you doin?" Daryl asked who was sitting at the kitchen table cleaning some of his bolts.

"Gonna do some of your laundry if that's okay?" She looked to him waiting for his response.

"Ya don't have to if ya don't wanna."

"No its fine, it's kinda what I'm use to doin." Beth said picking up the filthy clothes that were covered in walker blood. At the prison that's what she did… laundry, cooked food, and took care of Judith. She was basically a housewife of the apocalypse.

"M'kay. Uh thanks."

"Mhm. No problem." Beth replied. With that she took the clothes outside to a trough that was on the side of the cabin. Whoever use to live here must of had some type of livestock, or it was used for the same purpose she was going to use it for. It didn't have any water in it she would have to haul some over from the well. When all of a sudden she heard the twigs snapping behind her, instinctively she grabbed her knife out and swung around.

"Easy there Green s'just me." Daryl said standing there was his cross bow in hand. She swore that thing had grown ligaments and attached itself to him. Although she was relieved it was just Daryl, she also grumbled under her breath. She couldn't go ten feet from him without him saying she needed to stay closer to him. He was over protective but in a way she admired that, no man except for her Daddy or brother Shawn had ever been that protective over her. Not Jimmy or Zach. But they were just boys. Daryl was a man. Beth smiled at the thought of that…. she had a man. Wait a second? She had a man? Since when was Daryl hers? There were those thoughts again. Trying to ignore her stupid brain she continued to fill up buckets of water and carrying them over to the trough, Daryl had offered to help her but she wanted to do it herself. Everyone was always treating Beth like she was so fragile like if they said the wrong thing or let her do too much she would break. She was sick of it; she was 19 now, a grown woman and could handle herself just fine.

Later that day Beth had continued rummaging through the cabin to see if she could find anything useful, she had found some more canned goods stuffed way back on a shelf in the pantry. That was about it downstairs, but upstairs was a different story. Tucked between the mattress she found an almost full bottle of whiskey, she had remembered the last time her and Daryl drank, that was mess, but it also got them to open up to each other… maybe they could do that again she wondered? She had already went through the closet the day before and found plenty of men's clothing but not many women's clothes but when she went through a trunk she found underneath the bed she found tons more of women's clothing. Beth was excited, it was about as close as to going shopping like before the turn and it made her happy. If they ended up staying there for a little while she might have the chance to wear some more of them. She blushed when she saw a pair of lace underwear in the drawer, her momma would never let her buy this kind, she always said they're more for showing off, and she didn't have anybody that she needed to be showing off to. Beth put them back in the drawer sighing. She still didn't have anybody to show anything off to. She wondered if she ever would…

She heard Daryl come in side and she decided to go down stairs and see what he was up to. When she got down he was sitting on the bed just looking at her.

"Look what I found!" Beth said teasingly showing the whiskey to Daryl as she walked over and then placed it on the kitchen table.

"Are ya an alcoholic now?" Daryl grumbled at her while leaning back on the bed putting his hands behind his head to slightly prop himself up.

"No." Beth spat back glaring at Daryl. She knew he was referring to the moonshine they had shared at the trashed trailer they'd been at before.

Daryl chuckled lightly and sat back up. He liked to tease her. She was cute, when she was mad. There's that word again…cute. He fiddled with his hands and just sat and watched her as she re-tied her ponytail. Daryl didn't even realize he was staring it's just something he started to do. He liked watching Beth not in a creepy stalker way but in an admiring way. She wasn't like anybody else he had ever met before. She was kind, caring, and compassionate, yet she was bold and filled with fire. When had he started to have feelings for Beth? Did he have feelings for her? No. Shut yourself down Dixon she's a god damned teenager... and you're an old washed up, no good, redneck asshole. She'd puke at the thought of you were even thinking about her at all.

"Hey Daryl? How long do ya think we'll be here?"

"Uh dunno, as long as it's safe? As long as we want I guess."

"Okay." She smiled.

"Ya like it here?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah I mean there's hot water, power, and a bed to sleep in how could I not. Why you don't?" she looked to him innocently.

"Just nah much ta do is all. But yea besides that it's good."

"Well I found some cards up stairs? You wanna play?"

There was a brief silence between the two then Daryl willingly agreed to play cards with Beth. After a few games of Daryl winning Beth was getting frustrated and bored, she decided she was going to go and get Daryl's clothes that had been out on the porch to dry. It was a good thing went and got them when she did because it looked like a storm was rolling in. Daryl noticing the storm too decided they should stay in for the night and lock up shop. Daryl and she had agreed to only run the generator when they needed showers being there was only so much gas and they had a wood stove so it's not like they would freeze. It had to of been late fall heading into winter because Beth noticed that it seemed to keep getting cooler out day by day. This made her appreciate the cabin all the more.

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"Daryl?"

It was cold and dark, too dark to see, but she swore if she could of she would have been able to see her breath.

"Daryl!?" Beth called out in a loud whisper her hands in front of her trying to find her surroundings.

Still nothing, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop…. When all of a sudden Beth felt an ice cold hand on her arm she pulled away trying get free of the grasp went she heard the moan and teeth chomping.

"Oh god please!" Beth cried out trying to fight off was she assumed was a walker. When the lights came on she didn't recognize where she was… her eyes adjusting to the light still trying to free herself. But when she saw it all she could was freeze, her eyes welling with salt water.

"NO!" Beth shrieked then began sobbing trying to squirm free not wanting to see what was in front of her. There before her was Hershel…. skin rotting, teeth gnashing. Her daddy back from the dead trying to take a bite from her… This can't be possible, what the hell was going on!? But it was too late as she felt him sink his decayed teeth into the tender flesh of her thigh, a sea of crimson beneath her.

It was too late.

A/N Sorry to leave ya hanging like that.(: But no worries Ill be updating soon, I already have the next chapter written. Review let me know what you think, Im always open to suggestions. Until next time Bethylers.