A/N: Quick little one shot (really it's more of a blurb but that's beside the point) I wrote up this morning. Not going to lie, this was inspired by a line that was said on Modern Family, but I think it's cute and I got giggly just writing it. So, I hope y'all like it! (and for those who read Angels and Saints or Girls, both chapters are done so expect updates very very soon...)

It had been another long day. A herd had come out of nowhere while they were sleeping, forcing them to leave all of their things behind and run until their legs ached and chests burned from a lack of oxygen. Adrenaline had helped, but it only went so far and by the time the sun was rising over the horizon, they had all fallen in a heap in the middle of an old cotton field.

Beth's chest heaved as she clutched her knife tightly, closing her eyes to focus on her breathing. All around her her family was doing the same, their labored breaths as loud as gunfire in the quiet peacefulness of the field.

"You okay?" Daryl asked from beside her. Beth nodded breathlessly, not sure if he was looking at her or not.

"A blister busted on my heel." She said as the pain made itself known, radiating from her heel every time it brushed against the rough leather of her cowboy boots. "and I think I have walker blood in my pants."

Daryl chuckled from beside her and she opened her eyes to see him sit up, moving to her sit beside her feet. He gingerly took her boot off, setting it to the side before inspecting her heel. Sure enough, it was bloody and irritated. Beth groaned in annoyance, wishing she had the thick socks that were in her old sack. Unfortunately, it had been left behind in their rush just like the rest of their things.

Daryl chewed on his lip, pulling out his knife and cutting the bottom of his shirt. He pulled a strip of the flannel off before gently wrapping her heel with it before pulling her sock back on and helping her into her shoe again.

"That's the best I can do until we find band aids or some different socks." He said, moving to lay down beside her. Beth shrugged, searching blindly for his hand. She smiled when she finally found it, lacing their fingers together and squeezing his hand. "Can't do anythin' about your pants though."

Beth laughed, using her free hand to wipe sweat out of her eyes. "I can handle a little blood. How are you feelin' though?" She asked, shifting closer so their arms were brushing. Daryl chuckled, squeezing her hand again.

"Think I'm layin' on a rock." He said. Beth giggled, tilting her head to look up at him. Sure, Daryl was a little rough around the edges, but despite that he was a good man. He had searched for her when no one else did, he pulled her back when she was about to make a rash decision that would have undoubtedly change her life, he protected her even though he knew she didn't need it. Even though she hadn't said it, she loved him, and she knew he loved her back. They didn't need the words though, their actions said plenty.

She smiled up at him, bringing their hands up to press a kiss to the top of his quickly. "I'm layin' next to mine."