"What.' Beth questioned as she turned away, embarrassed.

She looked back over her shoulder; Daryl was in his typical ogling pose, flat on the bed, one hand propping his head up, other hand running over his chin. "Nothin'." He mumbled.

She reached for a clean shirt. "You make me nervous when you do that."

Daryl's brow furrowed. "Dun' need ta be nervous, ain't gonna make ya do nuthin' ya dun' wanna. 'Sides thought it was me sayin' no anyway."

She found the shirt she wanted and pulled it over her head. "I know... not nervous, embarrassed." She stated.

"Hm." Daryl huffed as he thought for a moment. "Why?"

Beth turned and obviously looked him up and down/ "Don't it make ya feel...I don't know...embarrassed?"

"U-uh."

"You wouldn't. 'Sides you never get dressed in front of me." She commented as she pulled her shorts off.

"Then why ya do it if ya so shy?"

Beth looked around the tiny van, her eyes glancing to the bathroom, where she had gotten stuck last night after trying to close the door. It wasn't just that, somewhere along the way it had just started happening, the cabin bathroom was so cold and the first time she did it during that time he was ignoring her, he had just averted his eyes himself. It was only in recent mornings that he had decided not to just roll over automatically. It had just become normal now, like so many other things, but this was the first morning he had stared so obviously and though she had caught him looking, the morning before, at least he'd had the decency to look away then. "Haven't got much choice and, unlike some people, I don't like sleeping in my clothes… besides, you've helped me get dressed and made me pee like four foot from you. There ain't no dignity anymore, there's no coming back from peeing in front of someone... well, you guys can get away with it, but not for girls. Anyway, I think it doesn't matter now... unless ya got a problem?" She asked as she pulled her pants up and buttoned them.

Daryl shook his head. "I dun' mind."

"Good, but you don't gotta be lookin' so hard. I keep thinking your eyes are going to pop out." She answered as she looped her belt through the tags on her jeans.

"Allowed ta look ain't I?" It was a challenge more than a question and it made Beth smile as she brushed her hair into a quick pony tail.

"I guess." She pulled the hair tie from between her teeth where she had held it. "Just...I don't know... don't make me embarrassed."

Daryl grinned slightly. "Yesterday, ya said I belonged to ya...dun' that mean ya mine too?"

Beth nodded, fixing her bracelets over the scars on her wrists. "Yeah."

"Then I can look at what's mine, however I wanna look at it" He shrugged. The statement was teasing enough but Beth didn't miss how he dropped his eyes and withdrew at his own forwardness.

She sighed, it was one thing being embarrassed, but Daryl was more than that, he was always like this even when they were just friends, he'd say or do something nice and then retract it, ashamed or almost afraid. "I don't want ya to be like that."

His eyes shot back to hers, the way he moved slightly was an obvious flinch. Beth continued before he spoke. "Mean I don't want ya to be shy, Daryl. Ya wanna tease me, or mess around, ya can without feeling like, I dunno, without doing that." She waved her hand to all of him.

He still didn't look up. "Don' meana, jus'..." He shrugged again which made Beth smile a little. At least he did wonders for her confidence; he was worse at this than her, so it gave her the upper hand right? She crossed to his side of the bed and swung a leg over him, holding in a giggle at the look of shock on his face.

"Okay, well you said.." She tried her best deep voice. "I can look at what's mine however I wanna look at it...so then I make some smart ass comment, like, well ya can look all ya like, but don't you go touching...and then..." She reached for his hands and placed them on her hips, deliberately pulling them under the baggy two sizes to big t-shirt she wore and sliding them up to her waist. "I dunno something like, I do what I want with what's mine...woman."' She giggled feeling completely stupid. "Then basically, ya don't feel bad about it...because I'm yours, and because you can say whatever you want and I'm not going to think it's dumb."

Daryl snorted a little. "Girl you're re'enactin' is as bad as ya readin." He commented before noticing Jakob shifting in his sleep and, pulling his hands out from Beth's shirt, they both eyed the boy cautiously before being satisfied that he hadn't awakened.

Beth let out the breath she had been holding and beamed a smile down to Daryl. "Well, I don't know what we're meant to say, but I'm trying."

Daryl's fingers prickled on her hips and he gave her one of those intense stares. "I am tryin'."

"I know, that's not how I meant it...I just meant..." Beth's voice trailed off because she had a fair idea of what she meant, but no idea how to say it.

"I don't gotta be ashamed...for wantin ya." He still didn't look at Beth, but the small admission was enough to make her smile.

"You don't gotta be ashamed of nothing."' Beth considered adding because I love you, but that'd probably just freak him out, it probably always would, so she'd just have to leave the I love you's to Jake. She opted for leaning down and pecking him on the lips instead. She sat back up and smiled at his slightly widened eyes. "Don't have to look so surprised Daryl, I want you too." And with that she attempted to move of him, only to feel his hands firm on her hips.

She tried not to grin stupidly as he ran a hand up her waist, his calloused hands scratching her delicate skin, as he pulled her down for a much gentler kiss, he didn't seem willing to deepen it, but he wasn't willing to pull away either, so Beth just let him kiss her, until eventually he pulled his head back a little. "Kiss what's mine, when I wanna kiss her too." He mumbled, and this time he held her eyes.

"Yes you will." Beth agreed.

"Now, get ya arse over there and wake our kid up...would ya?" Beth climbed of him with a smile, his tone was still somewhat hesitant but alot more confident."I heard last night they were making French toast, Gotta git me summa that, ain't never had it 'fore."

Beth smiled widely as she shook Jakob awake. He sat up instantly, he always did, he was like Daryl when he slept, all open and gooey, but when he woke, it was with the same jolt that saddened her heart slightly.

"That's good shit, least I reckon. Maggie ain't ever shut up about it." Daryl commented as he threw a jacket at Jakob.

Beth frowned at him, he shrugged in return. "You're so rough!" She scolded him.

Daryl eyed the kid up and down, he didn't seem worried. "Well, you can do the motherin' 'm sure he'll survive." Daryl grumbled before stepping out the RV, knocked slightly sideways as OneEye...Slayer ran past him in a desperate attempt to pee… that was a good idea, actually.

Jakob was suddenly at his side blurry eyed but alert. He smiled down at the boy. "Sleep good?"

Jakob nodded before imitating a Daryl sniff. "Yeah, need a piss though."

Daryl's eyes shot to the boy. "Watch ya tongue."

"I wonder where he gets that?"Beth grumbled. "Least he's not just doing it in the house." She jabbed at his ribs.

Daryl swatted her hand away before heading around the back of the van, Beth and Jakob in in tow Beth was busy admiring the sunrise over the open field before she turned around and noticed the boys unzipping their pants. "What are you doing?" She scolded them .

"Takin' a piss." Daryl answered. "What'd think we were doing over here?"

Beth glared at his back. "Thought you'd be civilized and use the camp toilets." She answered.

Jakob turned a little. "What's civ-liz-ized?"

Daryl kicked his foot a little motioning to the boy's wayward pee that got the edge of his shoe. "Sorry, Dad."

Daryl shrugged and flicked his own onto Jacob's shoe, making the boy giggle.

Beth tried not to smile at the rather disgusting, yet amusing moment. "It's what he's not." She grumbled before turning and leaving them to it. "Got more luck at domesticating a walker." She grumbled.

"Least it ain't inside, Beth." Daryl called after her. He vaguely saw her hold her finger up at him as she walked off, but he knew she wasn't even a little annoyed at him.

Beth was busy talking to a lady called Elizabeth that had greeted them when they had first arrived, when Daryl and Jake walked in, she glanced in their direction, but there were two women that had greeted him straight away. He had a brief chat with them, or more, they chatted to him and he nodded, before he crossed to take a seat near Beth, leaving a spare for Jakob who was hungrily at the table picking up a piece of French toast.

Elizabeth was explaining how they had been at a camp before this, but it was overrun, and they'd only found one other family from that camp who went to stay at a place called Wood-something, but Elizabeth's husband Dale didn't trust the people there so they left before finding this group.

After a few moments of discussion, Beth realized it had been Patrick's family. Beth was about to explain the whole story when Jakob's little voice popped up. "Dad, you gotta try this, its yum! Why haven't I eated this before?"

The comical enthusiasm sent the tent into a fit of laughter, as Daryl motioned the boy to sit.

Jakob launched himself on the chair next to Beth and eagerly chewed away at it, Beth turned her attention back to Elizabeth. "Did they have a son, Patrick? Their name was... Vanderhouse? Vanderhaz..?"'

"Vanderheiss." Daryl offered before being distracted by yet another woman. Beth rolled her eyes and looked back to Elizabeth.

"That's them." She nodded enthusiastically.

"I never met his parents. I'm sorry...Patrick died, he was the first to go to the flu." Beth answered solemnly, feeling awful at the way the lady's face fell.

"That's such a shame, he was such a lovely boy, he used to love my cookies... I can't bear to think of him, like that, probably still walking around at that prison..."

Beth shook her head. "No… Daryl… um... he put him down." Her voice reeked of sadness.

The lady's eyes softened a little at Beth before placing her hand on Beth's. "You're good people, you are."

Beth smiled a little. "So are you...it's hard to believe, really. I think we were starting to be more afraid of people than walkers." Beth laughed lightly, but it sounded all too painful.

"Anyway, back to your story...I want to know how you came across Jakob?" Elizabeth asked. Beth knew she had briefly mentioned that they had found him two months back, but hadn't told the rest..

Beth smiled picking up her story where she had left it, stepping in that stupid bear trap. "Oh well after that we found a funeral home, Daryl had to carry me, I'm so lucky I didn't lose my leg, those things are nasty." Beth grinned, "Anyway we spent a few days there and that's when Slayer our dog showed up. He kept running away from Daryl, and eventually Daryl opened the door thinking it was Slayer, but it was a bunch of walkers."

"Oh no!" Elizabeth huffed. "Then what happened?" She placed her hand on Beth's arm in anticipation.

"Then Daryl told me to run, I could hardly walk, I couldn't help like that, so I did and then these men took me. They had come to take the house after capturing the first owner, they saw someone was there and sent in the walkers in to clear it out...anyway..." Beth paused, she still hadn't told anyone what had happened then, she decided to skip forward slightly. "It took me a while but I escaped, went back, but Daryl wasn't there, so I started tracking him, and found him a month later... or he found me, his tracking skills are much better than mine." Beth smiled at that.

Elizabeth was eying her thoughtfully so Beth hurried on. "Then we found this cabin, stayed there...then we found Hope... a baby, her parents had turned, and she was hanging in a capsule in a tree." Beth squeezed her eyes shut willing the tears away. "Jake turned up a few weeks later, he was there, he'd fallen out the tree and couldn't get past his mom, she... Hope died of exposure, hunger, something, anyway, we've got Jake now."

Elizabeth squeezed her arm reassuringly. "Jake is a lucky boy, to have such a loving family."

Beth scoffed slightly. "I don't even know if that's his real name...he didn't talk for a month, so we just named him, I never asked what his real name is, I've never asked...sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me." Beth laughed nervously.

"Nothing's wrong with you, sweetheart." Elizabeth assured her before leaning in. "But you better keep an eye on your man...Judy is on the hunt again." Elizabeth advised her.

Beth shot her eyes to Elizabeth before looking to the woman who was talking to Daryl, eying her carefully, flirting and giggling, Daryl wasn't even that funny what was she giggling at?

Beth looked back to Elizabeth. "He can handle it." Beth answered before looking at the woman and blushing slightly. "He's embarrassed to tell people. How did you know?"

Elizabeth shrugged lightly. "Can see love when I'm looking at it... my Dale used to be similar, you know, all business, afraid of his feelings... it's subtle but it's there." Elizabeth smiled. "How could he be embarrassed about you huh?"

Beth blushed again. "It's not me...he's all hung up about my age, or his age, he's got some paedophile complex." Beth rolled her eyes..." He won't even really do anything." Beth shrugged a little at her admission.

Elizabeth laughed. "Goodness me, girl... you're not a child, I was thirteen when I met Dale. He was twenty five and soo worldly... he was my brother's friend. It took me eight years to pin him down... now he tells me it was the eight years he regrets most... love is love, age is just a number."

Beth smiled. "Dale seems so friendly, not like Daryl."

"No he was much ruder. I remember the first day I met him, he'd been all covered in blood from a bar fight, and when I offered him my hanky to clean the blood of his face he looked at me and grunted. I still offered it and he'd spat what am I meant to do with that little girl, get out of here, this is man's business,I went back to my room and cried, it took me a year to try and talk to him again, and it didn't go much better." Elizabeth smiled fondly.

Beth grinned at the fondness Elizabeth spoke with. "I think we're going to be good friends." She stated, amused by the similarities.

The older woman smiled. "I do hope so."

"If you can excuse me though, I better go and beat off...?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Judy...yes, you do that."

Beth stood, and crossed to the woman, placing her arm on Daryl shoulder possessively. "Hi, I'm Beth." Holding her hand out to the woman who took it and shook it hesitantly.

"Judy."

"Sorry, Judy I'm going to have to steal Daryl away for a moment." Beth smiled politely.

Daryl looked up to her confused. "S'it important, Beth? I ain't done eatin'."

Beth couldn't think of anything to make up so she sighed. "No, I guess it can wait."

"Pass me another one?" It sounded more like a order, but Beth knew it wasn't so she took a piece of French toast and flopped it on his plate.

"Dale asked if you'd help with the fence." She said hoping Daryl would go and talk to him about it.

"K."

"Yah wanna come for a walk?" She was aware she was being obvious now as Judy eyed her up and down.

Daryl scrunched his face. "Now? Can't we go after?"

Beth rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's fine Daryl." She decided he was being impossible so she headed back to the RV without him.