Relationships aren't the same as they were in the old world, but Beth and Daryl will take what they can get. A series of interrelated Bethyl moments.

Written as if Beth and Daryl had never been interrupted by walkers at the door that night in the kitchen, they're alone and surviving together, all the while their chemistry builds as they grow closer and fall in love. Content warning: graphic/explicit sex later on in the story

Two years have gone past since the fall of the prison and Beth and Daryl have found a new group to call their own. They are still stuck on the family they lost that day but have agreed to start partaking in society again. It seems like the perfect place for them until trouble starts to ensue. Bethyl.

Daryl and Beth are arguing if Daryl still has a soul after everything that he's done. Beth makes a comment about how if maybe he cut his hair once in a while she would be able to check and see, and Daryl would be a better shot. He lets her cut his hair, and it turns out that she likes what she sees...a lot.

BETHYL/DETH MA "Good. If you do that at full strength, they should loosen their grip. Which means you get at least one hand free and punch their nose again, or you wiggle free completely. If you get outta their hands, you run. I don't care the circumstances. You run," I said quietly. Unconsciously, I bend down my head and kiss her. I DON'T OWN TWD NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

Beth and Daryl have escaped together. They're both determined to find the rest of the group, but it's not that easy. In this world, they run into more than a few problems - one of them being romance. Can Daryl and Beth survive or will they fall victim to the apocalypse after all? Bethyl.

It had been over a year since Beth Greene had taken a razor to her wrist. But it had all changed that night. Self-harm had become her nightly routine – her demons coming out to play again. She didn't want to die, but she couldn't handle the pain alone. The razor was her best friend. But someone came and helped stitch her back together again. Bethyl. Co-written with Riain. ON HIATUS