Must be Doing Something Right
They were sitting on his dirty, beat up, beer stained, cigarette burned couch. She was curled against him, a small smile on her face as they watched the movie she'd picked out. He'd been so embarrassed to let her into his house, but she didn't care what it looked like, so he'd eventually gotten over it. He didn't understand it, he never would, women were too damn complicated. Sometimes he could make her smile by just touching her hand, lacing their fingers, other times; he would have to lay her down and take his time, touching her, kissing her, holding her all night long. He wasn't always perfect either. He screwed up all of the time. There were so many ways he could go wrong, but she always hung around. She was always with him.
He'd do anything for her, go anywhere she wanted. He eventually wanted to get her out of this white trash house. She deserved so much better. All she had to do was pick a place and he'd follow her there. She looked up at him as the movie ended and gave him a smile. That smile told him that he didn't have to wonder if he was on the right track to making her happy, it told him he was.
He had to be doing something right. Beth sighed, leaning into him as he bent down to kiss her, closing those gorgeous blue eyes. Daryl would never know what he did to deserve Beth, to deserve a love like hers, all he knew was that he must be doing something right.