Beth stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection, studying the way her dress shaped her hips, accenting what small curves she did have. Her makeup was light, just a brushing across her cheeks and mascara that brought out her eyes. Maggie finished her hair behind her, taking the second small braid and pinning it up in the back. The rest of her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked up in the mirror and caught Maggie's eye, and grinned at her older sister.

"You look so beautiful, Beth." Maggie said thickly as she stepped back from her sister, her hands darting up to brush away the tears that fell down her cheeks.

"Don't you dare start cryin', Maggie. We were a mess at your wedding and we don't need a repeat." Beth told her as sternly as she could manage with tears filling her own eyes. They both turned at the knock at the door, their father entering with a soft smile.

"Now don't you two start crying again or we'll never make it out of here. Lord knows Glenn barely got through the waiting you put him through, I don't think Daryl down there would do much better." Hershel said, entering the room and crossing to his daughters.

"I tried to tell her, Daddy." Maggie said and Beth laughed, swiping at the tears on her cheeks.

"You go get your dress on Mags. I'll take it from here." Hershel said diplomatically and Maggie hugged their father and her little sister once more before exiting the room leaving Beth and Hershel alone.

"Hey Daddy." She smiled up at him.

"No more crying, Bethy, it's your wedding day. You're not supposed to cry. You're supposed to be happy." He said.

"I am happy. I've never been happier." Beth said seriously. "Daryl makes me the happiest I've ever been."

"That's all that I could ever ask for for my girls." Hershel told her. "You look so beautiful, Bethy. I'm so proud of you. Your mother would have been so proud of you, knowing she raised such a strong, intelligent, kind young woman. And Shawn..."

"I thought you didn't want me to cry!" Beth complained as her tears flowed more freely down her cheeks at the thought of her mother and brother. She knew they would be proud of her. She did her best every day to make them proud.

"I don't." Hershel chuckled. "Let's fix you up and get you down there. I'm sure everyone's waiting for you now."

The farm was gorgeous in the Spring and Beth wanted to get married there so here they were, not that Daryl minded. He liked the farm and he never thought he'd ever have a wedding to begin with so anything he got was nice. It was good just as long as they were married by the end of all this.

He stood in position at the altar out by the blossoming trees. This section of the yard was made up prettily, rows of chairs with flowers on the ends were now filled with their family and friends, the ones that were most important to them. Off to the side a ways tents full of tables were set up for the reception.

Daryl shifted nervously on his feet as he waited. He tugged at his tie a little before remembering he was messing it up. Lori had fixed it a hundred times for him already but now she was standing up over with Maggie on one side of the altar, Rick and Glenn on the other, and they didn't have time to fix it anymore. The music started playing and Daryl looked up to see Beth with one arm linked with Hershel's and a bouquet of white tulips in the other hand. She looked so damn gorgeous in her dress but the beaming smile she was giving him was what really made him feel like he couldn't get enough air in his lungs and left his chest burning. He couldn't help but smile back a little as he went to meet them at the end of the aisle.

"You take care of my little girl." Hershel told him and he nodded, a silent 'yes sir', as the man placed Beth's hand in his. He could see the slight redness to her eyes and the puffiness to her cheeks that her makeup hid well and raised his eyebrow at her. She just kept smiling while Hershel took his seat.

"Hey, Mr. Dixon." Beth breathed as he lead her to the altar, pausing for a moment to hand her bouquet off to Maggie before facing him.

"Hey, Greene." Daryl smiled a real, genuine smile when he thought about the fact she wouldn't be Greene anymore in just a few moments. She'd be Beth Dixon, his wife, and the thought took his breath away again. She dropped his hand to reach up and fix his tie a little so it wasn't so far down but wasn't so far up he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Thanks." He murmured and she shook her head.

"What would you do without me?" She teased, taking his hands back into her own.

"Not be suffocatin' probably." He teased back and their friends and family laughed around them and Beth kept on smiling up at him and he smiled back down at her.

"Are you ready?" The pastor asked them and Daryl looked around at the smiling faces and then looked at her and he nodded and she nodded and he couldn't wait to be her husband.

Beth and Daryl sat at a table under the tents hours later, catching a few minutes to themselves. Daryl sat in one chair, his legs up in another, with Beth sitting on his lap, her back pressed to his chest. She sighed happily, holding his hand and twisting the ring around on his finger with a small smile. She tipped her head back against his shoulder so she could see him better.

"This is the best day of my life." She said, kissing his cheek.

"Mine too." He responded quietly, tightening his arm around her waist as she laid her cheek against his chest, watching their guests a few yards away dancing and talking and laughing.

"I'm so glad you're mine." Beth told him tiredly, lacing her fingers through his while he rested his own cheek against the top of her head.

"'M glad I'm yours, too." He said. He couldn't imagine a better woman to belong to than Beth Dixon.