A/N: Hey, there! I've been careful not to make grammar mistakes, but since I'm Portuguese (and since I haven't written in English in a while) I'm bound to make some :p Well, I've corrected some of them, and I apologize in advance for the ones I didn't find. I try my best, and I hope I improve as the chapters evolve. Kisses, enjoy!

Part II – Pup

It had been a month since Zac's death. Beth had mourned him, as a lost friend, but their confusing relationship had been harder to digest. Shouldn't she have taken the death of her boyfriend a little harder? Shouldn't she have been sadder? She cried, sobbed, punched her pillow until it was soft enough to carry her into a dreamless sleep, but the thought 'i lost my boyfriend' never crossed her mind. Ever. And so she cried harder, fearing the possibility of being immune to love. Maybe this world had ruined her for love.

It had been a quiet morning. Carol had taken Lizzie and Carl outside the gates for target practice, and Tyreese, Bob and Sasha were on a food run. Beth, since Judith was spending some quality time with her father in the yard, had been requested by Maggie and Glenn to help with inventory.

"Dang. Who knew we'd have so many medical supplies? One'd think we're runnin' a hospital over here." Beth complained good-humouredly, wiping her forehead with her hand. They were sitting on the floor, which had seemed more comfortable than the tables at the time.

"Eh, it's a good thing. No runs needed any time soon." Glenn replied, finishing up a box and relaxing his back to the wall. He brushed Maggie's cheek. "That's always a good thing."

The older sister smirked and kissed him. "You lazy husband o'mine."

Beth laughed distractedly. Her sister was so happy that even her voice irradiated cheerfulness. Even saying the simplest things, she would voice them so lightly, like she didn't have a care in the world…

"Hey." Maggie touched her shoulder. "You doin' okay?"

"Yeah." She smiled sadly. It was the truth. "I'll always be sad for him. He was a good person. But, yeah… I'm okay. Or at least, I'm tryin' to be. That ought'a count for somethin', right?"

"Damn right." Maggie stood up, ruffling Beth's hair playfully. "I'm incredibly proud of you, lil' sis."

"We both are." Glenn added, genuinely. "Where' you going? 'You abandoning us in the middle of this mess, not-so-fabulous-now-wife?"

Maggie raised an eyebrow. "I was just gonna get us some crackers. You just earned yourself none." And with that she walked towards her cell, leaving a laughing Beth and a cranky Glenn behind.

Both kept organizing the mess of meds they'd picked up the run before. It really had been fortunate they had found a hardly pillaged pharmacy so close to the prison. She and Glenn remained in silence until they heard footsteps coming their way. She saw Glenn lift his head, hopeful, but she knew it wasn't Maggie. These were heavy steps, and, as she listened closer, she could distinctly hear the sound of ruffled pants. She smiled.

"Hey, Daryl." She greeted, without turning around.

"How d'ya know it was me?" She heard him ask in a surprised tone.

"I'm amazin' that way, y'know." She grinned, and, as she finished piling all the dressings in the right box, she rotated her body so as she would face him.

"Damn… I thought it was Maggie. She's evil, that one. I'm so hungry now…" Glenn grumbled.

Daryl furrowed his eyebrows. "Is that some kind'o code for…?"

"Nah, man. Something better… crackers." Glenn chuckled.

"Oh. I get it." He nodded.

Beth shook her head at both of them. "What… seriously, how can crackers be better…?" She blushed. "Never mind. What'cha got there?"

All eyes fell on Daryl and his arms, which held a dirty blanket all bundled up. His cheeks actually grew a shade pinker, but he quickly masked it by clearing his throat and looking away from them.

"Well… it's for ya." He nodded curtly in Beth's direction.

"Me?" She asked with a surprised smile. "You got me somethin'?"

"No. Yeah. Well, no, it's not for ya, but it kinda is." He stammered.

Glenn snorted. "Oh, that explains it."

Beth squealed. "Ohmygod, let me see. Thank you."

"Hey, hey, not so loud, girl." He scolded lightly, a tinge of a smile appearing. "And don't thank me yet."

"Why?"

Daryl got down on one knee and carefully placed the small bundle in Beth's extended arms. She wore a stunned expression, and Glenn peeked curiously, gasping as she untangled it.

"Oh… my… Jesus, Daryl, where d'ya find…?"

A barely two-month old puppy eyed her curiously. As it lifted its nose, it licked the girl's cheek and then yawned. Beth's eyes widened so much that Daryl thought she was going to explode with something that almost resembled joy…

"You lil' thing…" She murmured into the brown little puppy, petting its already thick fur.

Kneeling down, Daryl smiled. "It's a lil' dude. Found'im outside on my mornin' walk, and carried'im around all mornin' while huntin' for squirrels."

She grinned at him. "And you brought him home."

"You turning into a softie?" Glenn teased.

"Screw you." Daryl grouched, though he didn't seem to mind it much. He stroked the puppy's head. A happy sigh escaped Beth's slightly open mouth, and their stares met. Glenn coughed, smirking, and Daryl removed his hand from the small creature.

"So… how d'you plan on taking care of him? We're barely getting by now…" The asian frowned. "I mean, he doesn't look like he can survive on his own… too little…"

"Yeah, that's why I brought'im." Daryl snapped, and Beth relaxed. The mere thought of abandoning the little dog… "And he's gonna be a small dude. Prob'bly twelve pounds, max. And we could do with some good around here. Can't get much gooder than a puppy."

Glenn understood what he wasn't saying. He eyed the blonde, and saw how hopeful she'd got. And she really needed a win.

"True. Pass it by Rick, though…" He advised.

The redneck assented. "Already talked to him 'bout it. Was thrilled."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Beth squealed once more and lunged forward, embracing Daryl as well as she could with the puppy between them. Taken aback, he was left with his arms open and an awkward expression on his face. As she showed no signs of letting go, he placed his hands on her back and stroked the end of her ponytail.

"Don'mention it-"

The sound of hurried steps approaching made Glenn look in the cells' direction and flash a smile towards Maggie. "Sorry, sorry, Michonne needed help with a few of'em walkers. But I got the crackers!"

And just like that, Daryl released her from her grip and stood up, focused on the floor, and Beth almost lost her balance attempting to sit back down just as fast. Glenn chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I brought'im to ya so ya could take care of'im. Just seemed the best option an'all." He shrugged, and Maggie looked at Glenn questioningly. "It'll be a ton o'work, an'I got too much to do. So, ya know… it's for ya. If ya want."

"What…?" The brunette looked back and forth between the redneck and her sister. Glenn pointed towards the blanket, and she, not unlike her sister, shrieked, in excitement. "Is that…?"

"I'll be goin'now." Daryl excused himself, but Beth stopped him by softly kicking his foot.

"Think I'll call him Goody."

"Whatever." He shrugged, but smiled so only she could see it. He then walked away to the sound of both sisters' squealing, laughing and 'awwww'ing.

A/N: So… what did you think? I loved the idea of an apocalyptic puppy *.* hihi. Review, please, and feel free to include suggestions. Lots of love,