The sound of humming and the smell of bacon caused Daryl to open his eyes wearily. For a moment he forgot where he was as his eyes darted around the room and he sat up from the couch before the events of the day before came rushing back to him. The humming sound caused a small smile to creep across his face as the smell of bacon caused his stomach to rumble in anger…..his mind going to one thought, 'BETH'. He ran a hand thru his hair and stood up, cracking his back as he did so. The couch might have been comfortable but it still did a number on him.

Beth had not noticed him come up to the doorway of the kitchen as she hummed a tune and shook her hips while she fried the bacon. He saw a stack of pancakes and toast already on plates and also saw eggs in another pan frying. 'Man, when this girl cooked, she goes all out' he thought to himself as he watched her hum and gently sway her hips. He couldn't help but notice how the cut off jean shorts she had put on hugged her ass nicely. He ran his gaze up and down her body and swore to himself that he had never seen anybody more beautiful, more perfect than Beth Greene, and that thought alone made him feel like dirt for eyeing her the way he was. She certainly would not want some dirty redneck touching her, let alone leering at her. His eyes fell on the bruises she had on her arms causing his eyes to narrow again at the thought of Zach grabbing her. Before he could get any madder at the thought however, Beth turned and saw him standing in the doorway, causing her to jump and drop the spatula that she had in her hand.

"Oh my god Daryl, you scared me" she exclaimed as she placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm her breathing.

"M sorry" he mumbled as he looked down at the ground, hoping she didn't notice the way he had been looking at her. He could just feel the tips of his ears turning red.

"It's ok. I just didn't hear you. When I cook, I get lost in my own little world. Hope you're hungry" she said as she motioned to all the food she was cooking. If she had seen the way he was looking at her, she acted like she didn't, which he was grateful for.

"You didn't need to cook all this" he said as he walked over to the island counter and sat on one of the stools.

"Yes I did. I wanted to thank you again for what you did for me" she said with one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen.

"S nothing" he said as he looked down at his hands that were on the table. His eyes darted back up to her when her hand covered his. As his eyes locked on hers, he was met with some of the most emotion filled eyes he had ever seen, taking his breath away.

"Yes Daryl, it was. You saved me and then took care of me. You just met me and still, you did all of that. You are a good man Daryl Dixon and you will let me feed you " she said the last part with a little smirk on her lips. He couldn't help himself, letting out a little chuckle as well and nodded his head. She let her hand linger on his for another second, then giving it a slight squeeze she let it go and went back to cooking. He instantly wanted her hand back on his, but knew that it was not right. She was perfect, everything about her was perfect and clean and sweet….three words that would never be associated with a Dixon.

"You ok Daryl?" she asked as she turned back to face him, her hands holding two plates of food.

"M fine, just thinkin'" he mumbled as he stood up and took the plates from her hands. She raised her eyebrow at him, not really believing him but then motioned for him to take the plates to the table as she grabbed the other plates and pot of coffee. Beth said a silent grace, Daryl also bowing his head. As she breathed out "Amen" she smiled at him.

"Dig in" she said as she started reaching for the eggs.

"This is so good Beth" Daryl mumbled with his mouth full of food. Beth looked over at him and smiled brightly at him. She had never seen anything cuter than the way that Daryl Dixon ate. Yes, it could have been more mannerly, but she didn't care. In her opinion, it was adorable and just added to the amazing things that made up this mystery of a man that was sitting across from her.

"So what are your plans for today?" she asked as she swallowed some bacon.

"Prolly go huntin' for a little bit, not real sure" he said as he chewed more of his eggs and grabbed another piece of toast.

"Well if you are back before 6, you should come to the farm for dinner. We always have Sunday dinner there. Maggie and I decided to keep it going, even though" her voice trailed off for a moment and Daryl looked up at her. He could see the war raging in her eyes before she spoke again "well usually it's just me, Maggie, Glenn, Otis and Patricia. Merle has come a few times, but the past few weeks he hasn't come. I would love it if you both could come tonight" she said, the war being won in her eyes by the hopeful, happy side of her.

"You sure? Wouldn't want to impose" he said as he took a drink of his coffee.

"Of course. You are never an imposition Daryl. You are Merle are family" she said matter of factly with a head nod and a huge smile.

"And there is always room at our table for my hero" she said with a sly grin, causing him to roll his eyes at her but a small smile to form on his lips too. "And I won't take no for an answer" she continued, her grin staying on her lips as she put her hands on her hips.

"People be stupid to tell you no" he mumbled, lifting his eyes to see that Beth's cheeks had gotten a little flushed from his words as his ears turned red again.

"So that means you will come?" she asked, the huge smile back on her face along with the blush still placed on her cheeks.

"Guess so, since you told me I couldn't say no. Yer food's not bad either" he said as he shoved another piece of bacon in his mouth. Beth chuckled as she watched him, thankful that he had said yes. She wanted to get to know him better. Wanted to delve deeper into the mystery that was Daryl Dixon.