"That's how I found Carol, Tyreese and Judith. They were also following the tracks. I think it was one of the most beautiful day of my life." Beth looked behind her at Carol and her beautiful angel Judith.

"This little girl is the ultimate survivor." She felt warm. A sense of happiness she hadn't experienced in a while. Not the same as when she reunited with Judith or her sister, or even Daryl. Just a calm and warm feeling of accomplishment. Like saying all of this out loud had made it go away and now she could focus on the present.

Her smile was disrupted when she noticed Maggie's silent tears. She was looking down to the floor, couldn't face her baby sister. She had so much despair and anger in her eyes.

Her happy feeling was melting away, Beth felt responsible. Maybe she shouldn't have told them the whole story. But once she started talking she wasn't able to stop. The flow of words was coming out and the weight in her chest along with it. She hadn't realized how important sharing this would be for her.

She went to hug her sister and held her as strongly as she could. She took Maggie's face in her hands and planted her eyes on her. "I'm okay now Maggie. None of this matters now. We are together. You and me. I am okay." She tried to keep her voice steady with her most convincing smile and Maggie hugged her back.

When she turned to Daryl, he was planting his knife in the floor again and again. She could feel he was tense and hurting.

Rick approached quietly and asked if he could replace one of them. Maggie stood up and thanked him while gazing at Beth one last time. She went to cuddle up next to Glenn.

Daryl broke his silence and asked Beth for the lock's key. "Need some air." His tone was irritated. Beth gave him the key and he stomped outside.

When Beth started following him, Rick stopped her.

"Are you sure you don't wanna leave him alone right now?"

"No. He needs to know it's not his fault."

Rick just nodded. Ironically, it was quite a beautiful night. The sky was clear, it was warm and a pleasant breeze was cooling off Beth's skin. The moonlight was bright enough for her to spot Daryl pacing around in the grass.

"Daryl…"

"Don't."

He kept pacing around, clearly trying to calm down or find something to punch or kill. She needed to choose her words carefully. Talking to Daryl has never been easy and she's guessing right now would be one of those times where she needed his full attention.

"You can't do that to me." At least it caught Daryl's attention as he stopped walking and he turned to look at her. "You can't get mad at me."

"I ain't mad at you! What you sayin'?" He jerked his arm around, looking at her with hard and fierce eyes. But she knew those eyes didn't mean he was angry with her, he was angry with himself. She held his stare, not defying him; she was calm and not looking for a confrontation at all.

"I know I should've been more careful when I got to the road. I should've hid and wait for you. But I..."

"You don't get it do you? All this wasn't your fault dammit! I should have found you. I should have killed the motherfucka. Not you. You shoulda have not…" He paused for a second and turned his eyes from her, facing the warehouse's wall, his teeth clenched together "…done that."

He punched the brick wall with his fist so violently Beth jumped in surprise and let a gasp escape her. He held his bloody knuckles cursing to himself.

"Daryl Dixon! Stop that now!"

She tried not to scream too loud but he caught her by surprise.

"Are you stupid? You wanna hurt yourself?" She ran at him, took his bloody hand in hers and squeezed it softly.

"Don't move." She ordered and went back inside.

Daryl leaned his back on the wall he had punched and slid to the ground. He wanted to hurt something. Kill something. He knew no other way to repress the rage building up within him. It was already a miracle he had been able to listen to her whole story. At one point he just wanted to get outside and run away.

Beth came back with a bottle of water and a piece of fabric. She kneeled next to him and poured water on the cloth to clean his hand gently. She seemed concentrated, almost peaceful. Her blonde locks were spread all over her shoulders; they seemed to have grown longer and her silly braid was still there in the mess of blonde hair. He looked down at her lashes beating regularly while she applied herself to cleaning his wounds.

"You're not responsible for what happened Daryl. I'm grateful you're here with me."

"Should have been here sooner." His ton was calmer now. Looking at her so close to him and the touch of her skin on his; he had forgot the ability of her presence to make him feel at ease so quickly.

"You can't do anything about it now. It's over. And… it made me stronger. I survived in the end. I'm still here. And I owe that to you."

"You don't owe me nothin'."

"Yes I do. You taught me everything. And I'm not talking about tracking or using a weapon. You taught me to be focused. Determined to survive."

"I ain't the one that taught you courage. You're tougher than you think."

She tied the cloth around his knuckles and sat next to him. Daryl's unharmed hand was resting on the side of his thigh and he felt the gentle brush of the back of her hand when she sat down. It was so subtle he was half sure he had imagined it. He couldn't look at her right now, not after the way he had lost his temper. He just stretched his little finger to make sure her hand was there, close to his, to feel another touch of it, seeking for more proximity with her. When she felt it Beth slipped her hand in his and interlocked their fingers in a gentle squeeze. He stayed stiff for a few second before finally returning her squeeze. They had touched, they had held each other a few times. But this, now, for the first time since they were reunited, he felt a strange intimacy settling in. He wasn't quite sure what it was and he was certainly not used to it. But it felt good.

"You were right." He murmured this so softly she almost didn't hear him.

She turned her head, looking over at him, brows furrowed.

"I missed ya."

He was giving her the same intense look he had that day in the funeral home, right before the attack. He was staring at her in admiration and something else entirely she wasn't sure she understood.

Beth rested her head on his shoulder. She hadn't felt that relaxed and safe in months.

N/A: Some well deserved sweet moment between Daryl and Beth. Let see how this will lead them...

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