Prompt: For some reason Daryl gives his vest to Beth. They could be alone of if they're with the group, everyone looks surprised to see it, saying something like Daryl never takes off that vest.

You Look Good in My Shirt

Beth curled deeper into Daryl's chest as the sun crept up over the tree line. He was going on a run today with Michonne and Tyreese. She hated when he went on runs without her. She knew it needed to be done, and she knew the group was still wary about sending her on runs. They still treated her like glass. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head. "Anything you want me to look for?" he asked quietly, his hand playing with the curls in her hair.

Beth sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was still half asleep. "No, I don't need anything, just, come back in one piece."

Daryl looked down at her. He knew she hated when he left her. Every time it reminded her of the night she was taken from him and it seeded an anxiety inside of her that didn't calm until she was back in his arms. An idea sprang to his head and he smiled. He reached past her and grabbed his vest from the pile of clothes. "Sit up a minute," he told her. Beth did as he asked and watched him as he draped the worn leather around her shoulders. "Keep it safe for me."

She smiled and kissed him, sliding her arms into it. "Promise."

They walked out of the tent together, their fingers laced. Neither one of them missed the looks the rest of the group gave them as she walked him to the car and helped him load it for the run. Maggie grabbed Glenn's arm and pulled him close so she could whisper. "Look," she said nodding her head at her sister and the hunter. "I've never seen Daryl take it off before."

Glenn shook his head. "Me either…he loves that thing more than his crossbow."

Rick and Michonne came to stand next to them, staring over at the couple. "Guess he found something he loves more." Michonne smirked and walked over to the car, giving them a knowing look as she helped them load it up.