I am overwhelmed with gratitude of all the wonderful people who have added this story to their favorite and who have chosen to follow me. I 'm in college and was supposed to be doing notes in Geography class, but I was working on Chapter 2 just for you guys! Hope it is not a disappointment; the story kind of took on a mind of its own and I have no idea where it's going. I'm with you guys and just along for the ride.

Beth couldn't recall when she had become attracted to him. After her brush with the suicide attempt, she decided that she didn't want to be that scared girl that hid behind her sister and daddy while everyone else put their lives on the line, and after they lost everything they had, she stepped up to provide whatever she could for the group once they got ahold of the prison. She helped with the cooking and the cleaning, and providing sweet words of song when things were tense. Her big job came in a cute bundle of joy named Judith. She took care of that baby so much; it was like she was her own. Rick was in some weird funk of his own and was in no position to be taking care of his daughter. That was when Daryl seemed to come around the most. He loved Lil Ass Kicker; always offering to take her off of Beth's hands for a few minutes and tell her the most obnoxious stories. Ass Kicker never cried when Daryl had her, and Beth was relieved to just sit and relax and watch the chemistry.

That was when Beth realized that Daryl had something underneath that tough exterior that she was sure was rarely seen by anyone other than Carol. A twinge of jealously surged through her as she thought of the times Carol and Daryl had spent time alone together. For some strange reason, she wished to be alone with him too.

"Daryl, can you teach me how to shoot?" Beth asked one day, interrupting his story to Ass Kicker of taking a walker's head off with an ax.

"Wha? Why fer?" Daryl looked at her while holding Judith in his lap.

"The obvious reasons."

"Yer daddy wouldn't like it. Besides, ya got people lookin out fer yer well bein."

"But what if nobody is left to look out for me," she pushed.

Daryl stood up handing Judith back to her. "Don't ya be sayin that again. Not gonna happen, ya hear?"

The close proximity with him about made her swoon. And he smelled of sweat and pine. Friction from their bare arms rubbing against each other's during the Judith exchange sent a shock through them both and their eyes met. She saw for a split second what she thought was longing, and she couldn't tear away from his dark gaze. His eyes were a beautiful abyss that Beth wished to fall head first into. Judith's small cry broke the spell. "It's not gonna happen," he repeated quietly, backing up, grabbing his bow and heading out the cell block shaking his head.

What wasn't going to happen, Beth thought to herself. She wasn't sure on what he meant by that. After that encounter, Beth noticed that Daryl quit coming around as much. Judith had become accustomed to his presence too and she did not like the change of routine. Hershel had flatly turned down her request to learn how to shoot a gun. She realized she might as well be that little girl again, because everyone saw her that way. Between Judith and all the tension between the group, she stopped feeling. She was tired of the routine. Judith. Dishes. Judith. Cooking. Judith. Beth didn't even sing anymore.

The next time she saw Daryl, he was a bloody mess, eyes were red, and he looked like he had gone through hell. Merle was dead. Her heart went out to him. She didn't care for Merle one bit, especially for what he did to her sister. Her sadness wasn't for his death, but for how Daryl was taking it. Hershel has ushered her away as she tried to go over and offer up her condolences. For days, Daryl sat alone, not wanting to be bothered by anyone. Nobody else seemed to notice or care, minus Carol. Beth heard them have their little spat, watching Carol walk out of his cell shaking her head.

All Beth knew was that she wanted to make him feel better. She wanted to make him forget, even for a little while; to refocus onto something else. Beth wrapped naked body inside of her blanket and quietly scampered barefoot to Daryl's cell. She walked in on him pounding his fist into the cement floor. He was blaming himself for Merle's death, angry and probably upset that nobody even cared. But she cared. And she was going to prove it to him.

And now here they were. They stood there staring at each other, eyes daring one another to make the move; One for the kill, and the other to pick up the blanket and high tail it out of the cell door. Daryl broke first. Beth gulped slowly as Daryl started prowling around her. His calloused fingers brushed lightly on her body, giving her goose bumps. She knew he was testing the waters, still giving her the chance to leave. Beth's legs trembled moaning softly as he stood behind her, his fingers tracing her naked spine. She closed her eyes, soaking in the way he was making her feel. Maggie had told her stories about the many sex-capades with Glenn and she was well aware of how the act happened, living life on a farm and all, but seeing it and hearing about it were a lot more different than taking part in it. The knowing of what was to come made her wet with need; especially knowing that it was going to be with Daryl. This was going to happen. The anticipation was overwhelming, but Beth was not at all prepared for what happened next. Rough hands grasped her ass cheeks tightly, shoving her up against the back wall. Daryl's breath was coming out ragged in her ear as he thrust his still clothed body against her; his hardness shoved against her small ass.

"Please Daryl," Beth pleaded. "Take me now."