Prompt: Daryl and Beth got those warm clothes somehow and Beth looked a lot cleaner in "Alone" than she did in "Still". Missing scene between the episodes.

Winter's Coming

Daryl banged on the door of the small house and looked around, waiting patiently for any walkers that may be lurking inside. After a pregnant pause without any signs of walkers or life he pushed the door open and walked inside, Beth following him. "This'll do for the night," he grunted as he started to look around.

"Do you think we could take a shower?" she asked looking in the kitchen. "I fell so…gross. I'm pretty sure there's still blood in my hair."

"Dunno," Daryl muttered. He looked at her and frowned a little. "I can see if the pilot light's lit, if it ain't we can always just heat some water."

Beth smiled a little and nodded. I'm going to go see if there are any clothes. It's starting to get cold." He nodded and watched her walk up the stairs. She wouldn't care if she had to take a sink bath, so to speak, but she really wanted some warmer clothes, it was getting too cold at night for the tee shirt she'd taken from the golf club. She walked into the first bedroom she'd found and started looking around. It looked like it belonged to a couple. She sifted around through all of the shirts until she found a few she was hoping Daryl would wear. She found a few things for herself before making her way to the bathroom.

She doubted the pilot light was still on after this long so she had resigned herself to taking a bath with heated water. They were going to need shampoo and soap. As long as she could get the blood and what she knew where congealed guts out of her hair and off of her skin she'd be happy.

Beth made her way back down stairs where Daryl was starting to set up a small fire in the middle of the kitchen floor in what looked like a turkey broiler pan. "No pilot light," he told her as she sat down beside him.

"Figured as much," she admitted. "We'll just have to make this work." She sighed and set the clean clothes on the table for now and laid out the shampoo and soap she'd found. "I'll go get some water."

Daryl got up before she could, grabbing his crossbow. "I got it, just watch the fire." Beth sighed and nodded her head, relaxing back against the counters as he walked out. After they'd first boiled water to drink, they filled the large pot one more time and as it started to heat up Beth sat up on her knees and pulled her shirt over her head. "Shit," Daryl swore, quickly adverting his eyes. "A little warnin' next time."

Beth rolled her eyes and looked at him. "Daryl, You seein' me naked is the least of my worried. 'Sides, you need a bath too, you smell." She laughed a little when he gave her a warning look. "I won't look if you won't." She stared him down, daring him to call her bluff.

"Outta my damn mind," he muttered before peeling his vest and shirt off.

She smiled and slowly unclasped her bra before letting it fall to the floor. She decided that was enough for now. She'd get the lower part of her body later. She took a rag she'd found and ripped it in two, tossing one of the pieces to him and grabbed a cup. She slowly poured the hot water over her head, moaning at the feel of it. It was like heaven. As soon as her hair was good and soaked, she sat back and started to wash it, letting Daryl have his turn. She watched him as she washed her hair. He would never want to hear it, but he really was an attractive guy. "Thought you weren't gonna look," he mumbled as he washed his hair with the shampoo she'd brought for him.

She giggled, leaning over the water to rinse her hair out. "I lied." Beth quickly rinsed the suds out of her hair before wringing it out and sitting back to run some conditioner through it. It would be nice to have soft hair again, even if it just lasted for the night. Daryl started washing his chest off as she bent over again to rinse her hair.

Beth picked up her half of the rag and soaked it before lathering it up with vanilla scented soap. She bit her lip, moaning slightly as she started to wash away all of the dirt on her skin. Oh yeah, this is what she'd been craving, more than the alcohol if she was being honest. "This feels so good," she murmured. Daryl grunted and looked up at her. She winked at him as she started to turn around. "Can you get my back?" she asked. At first she didn't think he was going to, but he slowly took the rag from her. She heard him re-soak and lather it before she felt him gently scrubbing her back.

It felt better when he did it. She bit her lip, pulling her hair over her shoulder as she moaned, her back arching into his touch. When he finished she turned back around and looked at him. "Want me to get yours?" she asked.

"Nah, I'm good."

She frowned a bit but nodded her head as she started to finish undressing. If she already felt this good, she couldn't wait until she was fully clean. Daryl turned his eyes away from her as soon as she pulled her jeans off. She wasn't going to make things too hard for him and left her panties on. She would just work around them and when she changed her cloths she'd just take them off.

Daryl watched her strip the ruined denim down her pale legs and bit his lip. She had no idea what she was doing to his insides. They were all knotted up and not working properly. She was driving him crazy. He kept his eyes off of her as she started washing her legs and other parts Daryl really should not be thinking about. He managed to keep his dick from getting hard as he pulled his own jeans off and finished cleaning. He had to admit, it felt damn good to be clean, and getting into clean clothes was going to feel even better.

He glanced at Beth again as they both finished washing and she stood up. Wiping her hands on a dry towel she handed on to him before wrapping one around herself. He didn't know if he was thankful she'd covered up her body, or extremely disappointed. He watched her reach up under her towel, wondering what she was doing until he saw her dragging her panties down her legs.

She was trying to kill him. Fighting against the blush that was already starting to color his face, he grabbed his own clothes and quickly pulled them on, trying not to think about just how naked she really was under the towel. Finally she had her clothes back on and he could breathe a little easier. "I'm gonna go dump this," he told her as he wrapped his dirty shirts around the pan and lifted it off the fire, carrying it outside. He sighed as he started back towards the house. Beth was doing things to him that was either going to tear them apart or make them stronger. He knew he was falling for blond hair blue eyed angel waiting for him in the house. He just didn't know if that was a good idea.