A/N: Once again, this chapter will be censored to fit FFN's M rating. The full version will be available on AO3 under the same name, but the plot will be complete in this version.

The way Daryl had reached for his knife had Beth shaking with adrenaline. She really hadn't meant to scare him and had thought that he was just pretending he didn't hear her walking behind him. After he told her to get in his cell she realized how truly exhausted he must have been to not even hear her.

As soon as he made it into the cell, Daryl closed the rolling door behind him with a loud crash. They had keys, but Beth had never seen anyone lock themselves in for the night before. She figured if anyone would, it was Daryl. The way the door slammed shut had made her jump and when she opened her eyes she caught a glimpse of him collapsing on his cot, still fully dressed with his boots and all.

"I'm real sorry, Daryl. I thought you must've heard me walkin' behind ya," she said.

"Nah," he shook his head, "'m sorry I near put you down."

Beth moved to sit on the end of his cot and started unlacing his boots, setting them softly next to her on the floor. Then, she gently took one of his legs onto her lap and rubbed the arches of his feet. He started to say something to stop her, but the relaxation and exhaustion took over, telling him to just let her do it. She worked her way up to the middle of his calf before switching and giving his other leg the same treatment. As she finished, he motioned for her to lie down.

"C'mere," he grumbled.

Kicking her own boots off next to his, she crawled up the length of his cot to curl against him. His breathing was slow and heavy. The sound of it next to his heartbeat made her feel warm and safe. Her eyelids started to droop and she could feel her body getting heavier. Part of her wondered if she should go to her own cell, but she quickly remembered that she was locked in.

Her hand wandered to trace light patterns across his chest. Being here, locked in his cell and snuggled in his bed, she felt the safest she had since her daddy and Maggie had told her they couldn't leave the farm anymore. She didn't quite know what Daryl wanted from whatever they had, but she wanted as much as she could get.

Daryl felt himself slipping further toward sleep. He knew she had probably come looking for something much more exciting than cuddling in his bed, but he just couldn't will himself to stay awake any longer. The warmth of her body next to him and her hand on his chest lulled him into his dreams and knowing the cell was locked let him relax and enjoy her touch.

He woke first as the sun was barely peeking through the tiny slit left in the curtain across his cell. This was Daryl's favorite time of the day, which was why he was usually the first one awake. In his half-sleeping state he had almost forgotten that Beth was still sleeping by his side until she sighed softly and nuzzled into his neck. Looking down at her, he wondered to himself why she had come to his cell the night before and why she had stayed. He assumed she had wanted the sex she never got, but he had been too tired for anything more than their late night cuddling. She had stayed, though, even after she had realized she wasn't going to be getting any.

Almost without thinking, he reached a hand up and brushed her hair out of her face. She looked so relaxed and peaceful in her sleep, like nothing was wrong in the world and she was back on the farm in her own bed. Her eyelids fluttered open and he saw her mouth move into a slight smile when she saw that she was still wrapped up in his arms.

"Good mornin', Mr. Dixon,' she yawned.

"Mornin'," he caught himself smiling as he replied. He didn't quite know why, but he liked her sassy tone when she called him 'Mr. Dixon'.

She rolled slightly, tossing her legs the rest of the way over him and wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes widened as he watched her, letting his hands fall to her slender hips. The lump in his throat returned as she leaned forward and let her lips rest softly against his, waiting for him to respond before going further. His head was spinning from her touches. The feeling of her on top of him made his dick twinge with excitement. He started to gently kiss her back, but felt awkward doing something so touchy-feely. His breathing got more and more labored as he tightened his grip on her hips and roughly returned her kiss.

When they had both come down from their rolling orgasms they realized the rest of the prison was starting to wake up. Beth grumbled under her breath, hugging Daryl tightly to her for as long as she could before giving him one more kiss on the cheek and rolling off of him to find her clothes. Daryl watched her get dressed before swinging his own legs over the side of his cot and pulling his pants and boots on. Without thinking, his hand swung out and slapped her ass before she could get her pants all the way up. He opened his mouth to apologize, but stopped himself when he heard her laughing softly.

"Daryl," she scolded, "Ain't you had enough for one day, old man?"

"Nah," he scoffed, "you ain't wild enough to wear me out in one go."

"We'll just have to see about that later then."

With that, he unlocked his cell and shook his head at her, trying to hide his smile. He hoped she meant that she would be back that evening to really wear him out, but a part of him still didn't really trust that this was real. That same nagging voice that was always telling him not to get too comfortable in any one place was nagging at him to not get too comfortable with her because someday she'd be gone, just like everyone else.