Walking up to the house, Beth couldn't stop smiling. It hadn't gone exactly as she'd envisioned it. It was so much better. He didn't try and talk her down, didn't do anything to discourage her. It hadn't felt like a negotiation at all. They just talked and touched and the way he kissed her left that permanent grin and a little unsteadiness in where she put her feet. She realized now, how nervous she'd been; she remembered more clearly in retrospect all the jitters that had run through her system. The moment he was lying there with her in the tent, visibly buzzed and slurring his words, it had all vanished. She'd just been happy to be with him again, finally honest.

Had it really only been two weeks? She thought back on the night they met, stunned at how much had changed. She'd been so worried about where they were, the age difference, what it looked like. The moment she'd first held him in a lapel-grab, trying to convince him to take her seriously she'd been swept up. It was an utterly reactionary thing to do. She didn't think about it at all. At the time, she didn't even question why she'd felt so strongly. They'd just met and already the idea of him going off and doing something dangerous, possibly getting hurt or killed was unthinkable. More than that, she'd hated how she could sense that he was willing to take these kinds of risks, precisely because he didn't think it would make a difference to anyone else.

Merle cared. Deep down, Daryl might know that, but his big brother didn't make a habit of expressing himself. When it came to caring about what might happen to him, Daryl was on his own. Why shouldn't he waste his life? What did he have to lose that he'd never really owned in the first place? She could see it written all over his face, and in his intense, guarded eyes. He didn't think anyone cared.

She cared. She cared for him. She'd tried to talk herself around to believing it was something else. That she didn't want him.

Not the right place. Not the right time. Not the right man. She'd told herself that and it stuck for all of five minutes. By the time the barricade lifted and she was allowed to leave, she'd dreaded the prospect of not seeing him again.

Two weeks later, it was so far beyond what she might have imagined happening. He'd held her close, hands bruising, inspiring a longing in her that was still reeling her head in circles even now as she tried to return home in a straight line. He'd let her go on, dizzy and humming. Her feelings were still winding and unwinding inside of her as she mentally relived every instant.

Every time her wandering mind tried to draw a comparison to some experience she'd had in the past she had to let it drop. No. This is different. But she couldn't define what made it different yet.

He probably didn't even know how deeply she was feeling, already.

Still clumsy, from tired and from her mind far away, she slipped and dropped her purse at the top of the stairs. Maggie's high heels were hanging off one hand, so she used the other one to snatch the purse back up. When she was upright again she faced the doorway, finding her mother standing there in her PJs.

"Hey! You're back," Annette said in an excited hush, "I thought you were gonna stay the night with your sister?"

"I wanted to sleep in my own bed—'sides, I thought I might go on an early ride, before tomorrow starts to get hot." She was still grinning like an idiot and could see her mother's mouth stretching into a smile as well to mirror her.

Annette's eyebrows gradually rose. "Did ya have a fun time?"

"Mm," Beth hugged her mother around the waist.

Her mother chuckled into her hair, "I'll take that as a yes."

"I'm glad I did it," murmured Beth.

As they walked to the direction of the nearest well, Daryl removed his work-gloves. He'd still managed to get his hands filthy. He picked at a splinter in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. Tony and Dave were talking loudly to one another, as usual, shovels over their shoulders. They'd just finished the fence, finally. Daryl had been working since dawn, while Tony and Dave got to sleep for a few hours in the morning since they'd been on night-watch. They were still groggy and in matching raw moods as a result of the lack of sleep.

In spite of his late night and the ache in his head, Daryl hadn't felt this good in a long time. He'd woken up still able to smell her in his clothes and feel her when he shut his eyes. The guilt was there, especially when Hershel said good morning to him and he found it more difficult than normal to uncurl his tongue and return the greeting, but it wasn't crushing the way it had been.

Did Beth feel it at all? She had to, he decided. But she didn't show it.

"I've gotta get a few more hours of shut-eye before we hit Hatlin's," Tony spoke through a yawn.

"Yeah, sure—you're gonna jerk off in bed 'til I drag your ass out to meet real women," Dave swung the shovel off his shoulder, bouncing it restlessly against the dirt, knocking up little bursts of dust.

The clap of hooves beating the ground pulled Daryl's attention away from the other farmhands. Across the field he could see Beth returning from her ride. The horse brought her nearer to them at a comfortable charge, the noon-day glow of the sun splayed out over her golden hair, as it tumbled out of its ties. The movement of the horse and the way she balanced herself on the saddle perfectly showed off her subtle, tempting curves. Daryl found himself staring at the arch of her back, traveling down to that perfect place where her hips began to widen.

"You oughta come along, Daryl," Tony smacked his arm to get his attention. "Gets a little rough sometimes, you look like you might be useful in a fight," he added.

Dave snorted.

"Nah, thanks," Daryl grumbled, turning his head again as Beth's horse slowed to a trot. The stables were a distance away, but close enough that he could see the sweet, content look on her face as she gracefully dismounted.

"Don't even try to reach the man, he's lost," Tony laughed.

He'd messed up, he realized. He shouldn't have been staring, but then again, it probably wouldn't have made a difference. Neither Dave nor Tony were really thinking about it too hard, they were too busy looking at her as well. In fact they'd been watching her since the moment she galloped into sight.

"Ever wanna just… break the rules?" Dave laughed,

"Or the law?" Tony's dark chuckle rose as Dave shot him a grin with tongue working its way out through his teeth.

Daryl's jaw went taut, his head pounding suddenly more violently. He knew he shouldn't react. He couldn't help what other men thought of her and if he did say anything it'd only make them wonder. They'd been irked enough earlier that morning when he only had monosyllables to divulge about the day before when she'd come after him in the woods and dragged him back to talk to Rick. Yeah, he shouldn't say anything. He wouldn't say anything. "Hey," he snapped. "Best watch your mouth." Shit. He'd said something.

"Farmer's all the way over there," Dave pointed towards the cattle. He had misunderstood. He thought that Daryl was warning them to shut their fat mouths because he cared about their asses getting canned. That was a mistake. He went back to looking at Beth as she started to lead her horse into the stables, her little figure all tense from her ride and gliding on long legs wrapped up in skin-tight jeans.

"Nah, forget about it," Tony seemed to change his mind in an instant. "Too cute."

"Too cute?" Dave scoffed.

"Yeah. Pretty ones don't got any enthusiasm," said Tony with a roll of his eyes.

"You'd still do her—"

"Sure I would."

Daryl just needed to leave. There was nothing else to it. He couldn't beat their asses into the dirt, couldn't say anything without giving himself away. He started to veer off, blood boiling; one hand strangled the handle of the shovel he was dragging, while the other was fisted, his nails biting into his palm. He just needed to put a couple of fields, or a few miles or maybe just six feet of soil between them, so he couldn't hear this.

"I wouldn't expect a decent lay, is all. Just a place to dump the load, y'know?"

He wasn't quite out of earshot.

"I'm all for enthusiasm, but a face like hers—I don't care how she feels about it. I'll make up for any—"

Gut impulse might have compelled him to come swinging back at them with the shovel, but he reined it in with a crack of his neck, and instead he did something technically less stupid, though still risky. Turning on his heel, he placed himself between the two of them abruptly, halting their stride with the shovel outstretched in one arm and another hand up against Dave's puffed-out chest. "You gotta stop."

The two men had stopped walking abruptly at his urging, and stood stiff, with matching looks of disbelief on their faces. After a brief pause Dave let out a snort of laughter, trying to ease the tension, but it didn't work. Tony's surprised expression was slowly sliding into a serious glare at Daryl and the shovel.

"Are you serious?" Dave demanded with another scoff.

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Hey, man, relax," Dave held up both hands in submission, taking a step back from Daryl's hand. "Give us a break, we ain't got much else to do around here, you know how it is. What's the harm?"

"She's a good girl," said Daryl firmly.

"That's what I was sayin'," said Tony, "In a manner of speaking," he added.

"In a manner of speaking," Dave echoed him, a peculiar expression on his face as he searched Daryl.

"Y'all better have some manners," grumbled Daryl as he turned and stalked off, picking up the pace to outstrip them, heart still a little revved. He shouldn't have said anything, but he couldn't help it. Hearing Dave and Tony talk about Beth like that was too far over the line. He just didn't have it in him to fake calm. It had been a long time since he'd been so overcome with the desire to break someone's face. The fact that he hadn't hit them actually surprised him more than anything. His hands were shaking. He was itching to do violence.

He drew in a deep lungful as he reached the shed and put his shovel back in place, trying to calm down. More than anything he wanted to wrestle that good feeling back. Dave and Tony had pissed him off so bad that it was fading. He was worried. This returning darkness brought all the old voices back. Telling him he was just like them. He was dirt. A piece of shit. He didn't belong anywhere near her. He shook himself, slapping at his own face. He just needed to see her again. He'd feel better then. She had a way of quieting the shouting in his head.

He was supposed to meet Beth now, but he wanted to try and clean up a little first. After putting that fence into place he'd muddied himself up pretty good, not to mention the heat had drawn tracks of sweat over his whole body.

"Hey, Dixon."

Daryl turned to find Otis in the doorway of the shed, a concerned frown on his face, eyes questioning, "Yeah?"

"Everythin' alright?" Otis took his hat off, wiping a few beads of sweat off his forehead and leaning into the shade. "It looked like you were ready to trade haymakers with Dave and Tony."

Daryl hadn't noticed that Otis was anywhere near them, which meant he'd probably seen the altercation from a distance and hadn't heard anything. "They got big mouths, that's all," grumbled Daryl.

Nodding in agreement, Otis seemed satisfied, "Listen, I know I said that all we needed for today was the fence, but fact of the matter is… it's calving season and you can't always time these things. Would you mind helping out?"

No. I got plans. He tried to force it out, but ended up biting his tongue. He could say it, but it would look like a lie—or worse, when Otis noticed him wandering around the farm, seemingly aimless. He'd told Beth he'd come find her. He wanted to see her again, but they were going to have to anticipate these kinds of problems. Some days, seeing her might be all he was allowed, and today it looked like they might have to delay, at least a few hours. "Yeah, no problem."

Beth wanted to clean up a little before she made herself good and easy-to-find. In the back of her mind, she'd entertained the possibility to taking some food, maybe even making a couple of sandwiches and putting together a picnic for them. She'd worried that her ride might have gone on too long, but she came back just in time to see Daryl and the other farmhands barely finished up with their work.

On her way to the house, her mother met her, something clutched in one hand, which she held up and waved to her with. It was Beth's cellphone.

Instinctively she reached to her pocket, already realizing that she must have left her phone in the house when she went to get her horse. "What're you doing?" Beth raised an eyebrow at her mother.

"This thing has been driving me nuts for the past hour—ringing and squeaking off the hook—'cept I guess they don't have hooks anymore," Annette shrugged with a little pink in her cheeks, she handed the phone over to her daughter and came to a stop, hands on her hips, looking torn between curiosity and impatience.

Beth had two missed calls from Minnie and a text message from Karen.

Minnie is trying to call you to ask you something and you should say yes. – Karen.

"Is it a boy?" her mother asked eagerly.

Shaking her head, Beth suppressed a laugh, "It's just the girls."

Her mother's shoulders slumped a little but she flashed her a playful grin when Beth met her eyes.

It wasn't like Minnie to call, she was all for texting. Either something big was going on, or Minnie had finally learned how to get Beth's attention when it wasn't offered freely. She called her back, strolling up to the house and looking sideways at her mother with marked suspicion. Annette had fallen into step with her, apparently planning eavesdrop.

"Hey Minnie."

"Please don't be boring, Beth," Minnie said in a toneless voice. Whatever it was she was going to try and talk Beth into doing she was already anticipating a no. "It's been ages and ages since we've hung out, but ya can totally make up for it this weekend."

"What's up Minnie?"

"Camping. My uncle's cabin. He says we can have it for the whole weekend."

Even before she started making headway with Daryl, this kind of plan wouldn't have appealed much to Beth. She knew what to expect. It wouldn't just be the three of them. There would be a whole group, girls and guys. Someone would bring booze, and complain when it all got drunk the very first night and no one wanted to try and procure (or pay for) more. Someone else would have lied to their parents and be a wreck about it the whole time. Two girls would be after the same guy. The guys would be after everyone. For her friends, it would be a lot of fun, but Beth thought it sounded exhausting. Still, she might have been able to be talked into dealing with it all—she might have let Minnie make her be social and indulge in the drama, a few weeks ago. Now, she had a better reason not to want to go. "I can't leave for the whole weekend."

"Yes you can."

"I really can't. There's too much goin' on. They need my help—maybe I could come up Saturday for a little while. Maybe," she had no intention of making good on that, but thought that it might help Minnie back off.

"Beth. This is getting ridiculous."

The grave tone that Minnie was using pulled a weary sigh from the back of Beth's throat. She was still painfully aware of her mother standing right beside her, listening in, totally unashamed.

"Are we breaking up? Tell me straight." Minnie was laughing, but it was a vicious kind of laugh, the sort of thing that could turn to yelling if left unchecked.

"Look, I can't come, but you know just as well as I do that even if I did, it wouldn't exactly be my kind of thing."

"What is your thing? What do you do?"

"Minnie, I promise we'll do something soon. Please don't be mad."

"I ain't mad," said Minnie taking on Beth's same weary tone as she sighed, "It's just that Karen said something that made me panic a little 'cause of how true it is."

"What'd she say?"

"Just that she wouldn't be surprised if you didn't even show up for prom."

Dammit. She'd forgotten about senior prom. "No, I'll be there."

"For real? You ain't gonna just vanish?"

"No, I'll come."

"Find a date and everything?"

"I dunno about that," grumbled Beth, "but I'll go. Save a dance for me."

"You gotta take a date—Karen and I will be there with guys, it'll be pathetic if you're there alone."

"I'll go stag—drift around and dance with everyone, what's wrong with that?"

"It's sad. What is up with you, Miss Heartbreaker? First you straight-up reject my poor cousin—"

"He'll live," Beth rolled her eyes.

"And now you're telling me that there isn't a single guy you'd like to escort you to your senior prom?"

She was willing to bet that senior prom would be too far for Daryl. They couldn't even be together in public at this point. "Nope. Nobody."

"Icequeen."

"At least I'm a queen," said Beth brightly.

"Come to the cabin. Luke'll be there and you should give him a second chance—or maybe give one of these other poor saps a tryout." Minnie tried one last time, sounding desperate.

"No."

Minnie sighed loudly into the phone.

"I'll let you pick out my dress for prom," this was a big concession, especially considering that Beth and Minnie had vastly different tastes in fashion.

For a few paces there was just silence on the other end of the line, then so quietly that Beth almost didn't hear her Minnie purred, "Barbie."

"Yes," said Beth, fighting a smile.

"Okay. I'm satisfied."

"Have fun at the cabin, Minnie—I gotta go help my mom."

After hanging up, Beth flickered her eyes over to Annette sheepishly. "I shouldn't lie, I know—I just don't want her to feel bad."

Her mom's arm slid across Beth's shoulders, gathering her in close. "You aren't lyin'," she said with a knowing grin, "You're psychic. I do need your help."

"Oh, well I—"

"Patricia and I are addressing and stuffing envelopes for the charity auction next month. It'd go a lot faster with three of us."

Looking back over her shoulder, Beth tried to find where Daryl had gotten to. She'd barely seen him on the way back from her ride. He said that he would come find her, but that would be difficult if she was inside the house. Still, she couldn't think of a good excuse in the face of her mother, and Daryl was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it wouldn't take that long, "Alright."

"Good girl."

Gathering her sweater a little tighter around her shoulders, Beth hurried across the field in the darkness. It was nearly midnight. All day, Beth had tried to wrestle a little free time and privacy away so that she could meet Daryl, but the farm was demanding. After helping Patricia and her mother with the charity auction letters, she had almost escaped—in fact she saw Daryl lingering outside the window, and she nearly managed to sneak off, but ran right into Shawn. Daryl must've gotten spooked and the next thing she knew a torrential rainstorm rolled through, and with it came her father, asking for Daryl's help again with the cows.

Though the storm had died, the grass was still soggy. Miniscule streams of standing water and puddles squished under Beth's boots as she made her way to the far field. Since the whole day they'd been pulled apart, unable to get away like they'd planned, she'd decided to go see him at his camp.

"Hey!" a voice shouted from her left.

Beth started, and turned to see Shawn striding towards her in the darkness, Otis' beanbag gun resting against his shoulder.

"What're you doing?" Shawn gestured the direction she was heading, right towards the woods.

She'd forgotten all about the night-watch, Shawn must be taking a shift. "I'm… a… coming to keep you company!" Her heart sank as she realized she wouldn't be able to go meet Daryl now that her brother had seen her out here.

Pointedly he looked at the treeline again, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh—I got a little lost," she covered her mouth to stifle a nervous giggle, "Forgot where you'd be." She closed the distance between them at a squishy jog, resisting the urge to glance back over her shoulder into the trees.

From the way his eyes squinted at her, even in the darkness she could tell he wasn't sure he ought to buy it, but if he suspected her of trying to slip away, he didn't call her out. "What're you doing awake?" Shawn rubbed at his own blood-shot eyes and suppressed a yawn.

"Can't sleep," she sighed, "Are they making you take watch alone?"

"Not so much making me—as everyone else is beat. Dave and Tony took night-watch last night, and still ended up helping out with the fence. I don't want to even estimate how long Daryl worked today—last I saw of him, he was trying to wash cow placenta out of his hair at the well. Otis and Patricia gotta go into town early tomorrow—" Shawn shrugged.

"They coulda asked me," said Beth, biting her lip, it was a little odd of them not to ask her to come stand watch with her brother, they didn't like leaving one person out by themselves all night.

Shawn just shrugged again, "I think mom was half-hoping you might change your mind and go spend some time with your friends."

Beth groaned audibly at that. Her parents hadn't been on her case much, but she could tell that they were still concerned about her more introverted behavior recently. If they were resorting to paring down her chores in hopes that she would go play—then they were definitely more worried than she wanted them to be.

"Ya gotta admit little sister—I used to have to literally beat the boys away," he was exaggerating, but it was true that Shawn had his overprotective tendencies. It used to annoy Beth, especially when she first started dating Jimmy. "…You've gotten so good at pushing people back, that I don't have to expend the effort."

"I'm not pushing people away," said Beth leaning against the new fence. "We're drifting apart. We're different people now."

For a moment Shawn just frowned at her, then slowly nodded.

"It's not even that I don't like my friends anymore. It's just… my interests changed."

"Into what?" Shawn smirked at her.

Horses. Music. An older man. "Maybe we were always different," she finally answered with a tight-lipped smile.

"I hate you getting older," Shawn complained, knocking the beanbag gun against the side of his leg restlessly as he leaned against the fence as well.

"Sorry," Beth laughed.

"Makes me realize I'm supposed to go out and be an adult too," Shawn shook his head, face going pale in the moonlight, as if he were describing some miserable task.

"Any developments on that?" Mentally Beth was still trying to work out some way that she could still slip away from Shawn to go see Daryl, but truthfully, she had been hoping to get the chance to talk to her brother too. "What're you gonna do?"

For a moment it appeared like Shawn might pretend she hadn't said anything. His face was blank, looking off into the treeline.

"I'm not naggin'," Beth softened her tone to little more than a whisper, "It's just that I know it sucks. Not knowing. We don't really care what you do, so long as you're happy."

Shawn took a deep breath, eyes still far past her, "Yeah. I think I know now," he said tonelessly. It didn't sound like a revelation or a triumph. It sounded like defeat. "I'm going back. I already emailed the powers that be and it looks like I can return and resume with a little bit of groveling and extra work," he tried to force a smile.

"You don't sound… happy about that?" she lowered her eyebrows.

He opened his mouth to reply but stopped suddenly, raising the barrel of the bean-bag gun on the treeline.

Whirling around, Beth peered into the darkness. Something was shifting in the shadows, something large. It could be a wolf or— "Shawn, maybe it's just a raccoon," Beth reached out to lower the barrel of the gun.

"Too big," Shawn shook his head, jerking the gun out of her reach he took aim again, teeth grinding, finger a little shaky on the trigger.

The shape in the trees was drawing near. She could see Shawn tensing, letting out a slow stream of breath between his lips.

"Wait!" she shouted just as he squeezed the trigger.

With a loud bang and a thump the bean-bag hit its target. A wild shout cut itself off.

"DARYL?!" Beth yelled and broke into a sprint towards the treeline.

"Daryl?" Shawn echoed her, incredulous.

Sure enough, she found Daryl just climbing to his feet on the other side of the underbrush. Clutched in one hand was the bean-bag, he must have found it and snatched it up from the ground after it struck him. She grabbed a hold of his arm, "Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, fine," he mumbled, still dusting himself off haphazardly, with the same hand holding onto the bean-bag.

"Daryl—what are you doin' out—man, I'm so sorry, I can't believe—" Shawn reached them, holding out his arms apologetically, the bean-bag gun discarded back by the fence.

"Where'd he hit you?" Beth was looking him over but she couldn't see any bruising. The bean-bag must have struck him in the body.

"Chest—its fine," Daryl grumbled.

"Shawn, lemme have your flashlight," Beth held out a hand expectantly towards her brother.

Still looking pained and penitent, Shawn obeyed.

"Just lemme see," said Beth as Daryl started to protest. She stared him down, shining the light between them until he conceded, looking away while his fingers undid enough buttons so that she could shine the light on his right pectoral. A swollen, bruised patch of flesh was visible under the glare of the flashlight. "Your ribs?"

"Fine," said Daryl gruffly, stepping away from her and out of the glow.

She wasn't so sure she believed him, "C'mon," she beckoned for him to follow her, handing the flashlight back to Shawn as she passed him.

"Where we goin'?" Daryl looked nervously between her and her brother.

"We've got liniments, works great on bruises." She gestured towards the stables.

"Equine liniments?" Shawn made a face, "He ain't a horse, Beth."

"He ain't a wolf either, Shawn." Beth rolled her eyes at her brother, took Daryl by the wrist and started to lead him away.

"Wait—house rules," Shawn said at a half-shout as they moved away from him, "I gotta come."

"Since when are you dad, or Otis?" Beth whirled back around, "Relax, it's Daryl." She added, heart speeding up a little in her chest. The family liked him, but she wasn't sure yet, how far Shawn would let her push.

"Well—yeah," said Shawn awkwardly, but he looked a little red and like he was still contemplating a counterargument for why she couldn't go off on her own with Daryl to the stables.

"You gotta stay here," Beth anticipated him, pointing to the bean-bag gun, "Someone's gonna have to keep watch and I've never fired anything in my life. If a wolf does come along and I'm the one standing by the fence with that thing, I'll just scream and accidentally shoot myself in the foot."

"Fine," Shawn grumbled, "Daryl—I'm real sorry."

"C'mon," said Beth again, breathing a little easier as she and Daryl began to move away from the night-watch post and towards the stables. It was dark enough that she couldn't see him too well, but as soon as Shawn was a good ways away from them, his hand slid down over hers and he gripped it tight for a moment, almost painfully tight, but she just squeezed back.

"Ya think he'll forget about askin' me again what I was doing out there?" Daryl glanced back over his shoulder.

"Hopefully," she stopped walking a moment. They were out of sight and earshot now, so she felt safe enough to rise up on her tip-toes and kiss him, quickly and sweetly on the corner of his lips. She felt a flutter in her chest as he responded ever so slightly, a little tension running over the surface of his skin as he leaned into her. "I missed you today," she breathed.

"Prob'ly shoulda realized it wouldn't be simple," Daryl took a step back, rubbing at his flushed neck, looking at his feet. "Sorry. Didn't get away."

"It's okay. I got taken hostage too." Beth knew it couldn't be helped, it was just the situation that they were in. "What were you doing out there?" but she had a thought, a little shiver rush through her as she bit down on her lower lip.

"I was uh… thinkin' of comin' to the house. Toss rocks up at your window or somethin' classy like that," he rolled his eyes, the color rising as his eyes got caught on her mouth.

She fought a grin, "I was comin' to find you." She rose up on her toes again, but he beat her to the kiss this time, taking her by surprise. He started eager, more so than she'd been prepared for. As her eyes dipped closed, she became suddenly hyper-aware of his body against hers, where her hips were tilting into him, one hand pressed more firmly into the side of her jaw. His forearm rubbing into her waist as he pulled her closer, making her lose her breath. Everywhere that bare skin made contact she felt a slow, searing heat. His lips massaged her gently and she was struck with the suddenly thought that he was still holding back, still trying to be careful with her. There was control in him, and meanwhile, hers crumbled gradually, with each touch. Her hands were trapped between them. She twisted her wrists around, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and pulling them closer together.

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