Beth sat beside Maggie in the porch swing in front of the house and watched as Rick handed Judith to Daryl.

"Hey Little AssKicker. You lived up to your name huh" he said as she placed her fingers on his lips. He kissed her hand and hugged her. Beth giggled. She always loved that Judith brought out Daryl's soft side. She was one of the few that broke his wall. Maggie grabbed Beth's hand, causing her to look up at her big sister. The look in Maggie's eyes made Beth's smile fade.

"What is it Mags?" Beth asks softly

"I'm sorry I didn't look for you Bethy" Maggie said softly. Beth laid her head on Maggie's shoulder. She just couldn't stay angry with her.

"It's ok. I don't need a reason why. We are all together now and that's what matters." She said as she watched Daryl with Judith. She knew that no matter what had happened, or what happens in the future, she wouldn't trade that time with Daryl for anything.

"So did I hear you all right and the showers work in this place? Beth asked hopefully.

"Yep. It's not hot but the well seems pretty full." Maggie said happily.

"Oh thank god" Beth exclaimed as she stood. She grabbed her backpack off the floor and headed in the house. She knew the room they had put Daryl in had a bathroom so she headed that way. She emptied her pockets onto the bed, sitting her journal on the table. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she cringed. She grabbed a bar of soap she snagged from the prison and some of the clothes she grabbed. She sat Daryl one of his shirts on the bed in case he wanted one with no blood and headed to the bathroom.

A little while later Daryl came in the room. He saw Beth's polo shirt laying on the floor and smiled when he heard the shower running. He sat on the edge of the bed, as he reached for his water he knocked her journal on the floor. It opened to a page in the middle. He started to close it but his name caught his eye, so he read it.

"I cannot believe that Daddy is dead. All I see when I get to close my eyes is him dying. But usually Daryl has us running. I think he hates me, or resents the fact that I am the one he has to be stuck with. I'm sure he wishes I was Maggie, Michonne or Carol."

Daryl looks up and sighs. He hated that he made her ever feel that way. He shouldn't read more but he flips a few more pages and reads...

"Well tonight I became a pyro and it was great. I just wish Daryl saw himself like I see him. He is amazing, brave, strong and not bad to look at either. Those arms and eyes...oh my. If his Dad was in front of me right now I would beat him senseless for ever hurting him"

Daryl chuckled and then flipped the page one last time.

"I kissed Daryl. I cannot believe I kissed Daryl Dixon. He got angry about it, so I guess he didn't want me too. I just wanted him to know how special he was to me. His lips felt like fire on mine but I won't do it again. I feel totally stupid"

Daryl shut the journal and sat it on the table. He felt bad for reading it, but he felt even worse for making her doubt herself. He looked up as he heard the door open and stared in awe. Beth's cheeks flushed as she caught his eye. His stare made her knees week.

"You look like an angel" he said softly turning his gaze away from her shyly and messing with his hands.

"Thanks. Wonders of a clean shirt and water" she said with a laugh as she walked to stand in front of the mirror. Daryl looked at her, recognizing the light pink tank top she had on now as the same one she had on the night he told her about her boyfriend. "How did she get that?" He wondered to himself as he turned, noticing his shirt sitting on the bed. A sudden realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and the anger rose inside of him.

"You went back to the prison?" He asked, his voice growling at her.