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Maggie sat at the kitchen table with textbooks open in front of her and a severely concentrated look on her face that Beth only ever saw when her sister was looking at the menu at a drive-thru. When Beth shut the door behind her and Daryl, Maggie didn't even look up from what she was doing.

"Maybe we can just go to my room," Beth whispered to Daryl who gave her a stern look that said no.

Beth rolled her eyes but conceded. She knew she had to do this and it would be easier with Daryl by her side. "Um, what are you doing over there?" Beth asked awkwardly and Maggie jumped a little.

"Oh, hey, didn't even know you came in," Maggie mumbled without taking her gaze away from the book. "Glenn is super into history so I actually decided to study so I can try to impress him."

It all made sense now. "Oh, well, not to interrupt you from a behavior that I'd like to encourage.. But, I need to talk to you about something."

"Can it wait? I'm pretty busy. This stuff on WWII is definitely going to get me laid if I can memorize it right. I might even get an A on the test, too. Bonus," Maggie wiggled her eyebrows and Daryl nudged Beth in the sore ribs with his elbow, making her groan out loud.

Maggie immediately looked up at the noise, blinking blearily at Daryl. "Who the hell are you?"

Daryl licked his lips and took a cautious step forward. "'M Daryl, I'm Beth's friend.."

"Ohhh, aren't you like...40?," Maggie chuckled and stood up. "Just kidding. Nice to meet you," the brunette stood up and walked over to Daryl, shrinking back a little when she got close and saw how tall he was. She looked over towards her sister and did a double take at her bruised form.

"It's not as bad as it looks, I swear," Beth began preemptively, her hands held up.

"What the fuck.. Did you do this to her?" Maggie pointed a threatening finger up at Daryl and Daryl quickly shook his head and sighed.

"Do ya really think I'd come here with her if I did this ta her?" Daryl raised his eyebrow and Maggie pursed her lips.

"Then how did it happen, Beth? Look at you.." Maggie stepped closer, doing a surveying circle around her sister. "Did someone beat you up? What the hell happened? Huh?"

Beth paused for a moment. Yes, somebody did, but it wasn't what Maggie thought. "Please, let me explain everything."

"You're not in serious trouble are you? What the hell happened Beth? Am I going to have to kill somebody?" Maggie swallowed hard and a severe look of concern covered her features.

Beth frowned and looked at Daryl, shrugging before speaking in a quiet voice, "no."

"Then you better spit it out," Maggie crossed her arms and went to sit in the chair in the living room, nodding toward the couch. "Sit and talk, now."

Bill immediately obeyed and sat down on one end of the couch. She was relieved when Daryl sat right next to her instead of the other end. Her being by him instilled a bit of confidence in her quickly waning demeanor.

"Well.." Beth wrung her fingers. "Should I start from the beginning?" Beth looked toward Daryl in question.

"Start at the part that explains why you look like you got your ass handed to you," Maggie snapped and Daryl looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Why don' ya give her a chance ta speak? She'll explain it the best she can an' I'll answer anythin' ya want ta know, too," Daryl spoke in a gentle voice with a very slight edge of warning.

Maggie glared but kept her mouth shut, her lips set in a straight line. Beth leaned against Daryl and wet her lips, taking a deep breath.

"That night a while ago when we went to the club with Carl and Lizzie, I ran in Daryl, who I had met before. He was in the alley behind the club.." Beth bit her lip. "He was fighting. He's an underground fighter."

Maggie's eyes widened and she looked at Daryl with curiosity and a hint of fear as she backed into her chair just a little bit.

"After his fight...I decided it would be an okay idea to go and say hello," Beth rolled her eyes at herself. "While I was talking to Daryl that night, his boss man brother or whatever showed up. I ended up getting in a fight with one of the women from the crew.."

"You.. What?" Maggie whispered. "You got in a fight? You mean, that a girl did this to you? Where is she, I'll kill her!" She sprung to her feet and Beth stood to block her.

"Hey, hey, I'm not done yet. And please, if I tell you all of this, you have to promise to keep it to yourself. Really, Maggie, this is serious stuff and I hate that I even have to involve you in it in anyway, but I can't lie to you anymore.." Beth gulped and looked her sister in the eyes pleadingly.

Maggie breathed in shakily and cursed under her breath. "Fine.. Fucking fine. But don't expect me to be understanding about shit. Keep talking," she sat back down and crossed her arms and Beth sat on on the edge of the couch, guilt rising in her chest.

"So.. This girl, I kicked her ass," Beth fought a proud smile from spreading on her lips. Maggie wouldn't like that. "And this guy...Merle was impressed by me and.. He told me I should come and fight with their crew."

"That's fucking ridiculous," Maggie scoffed. "Like you'd ever agree to something like that."

Beth sighed and looked down at her lap. This wasn't going well at all. Daryl put his hand on Beth's lower back and rubbed it encouragingly while he spoke up. "She wasn't given a choice."

"No, I wasn't.." Beth added and looked up. "He threatened me and the only, as weird as it sounds, safe option was for me to agree."

Maggie tapped her fingers together, obviously gathering her thoughts before looking at Beth incredulously. "The safe and smart decision would have been to go to the fucking cops, Beth. You're not an idiot, I don't see why any of this shit happened."

"Let me break this down for you, Mags," Beth murmured, feeling slightly annoyed even though she knew Maggie was totally justified. "This group of strange, strong and dangerous men show up in my life, and the head guy, that everyone answers to, says I have to fight. Then they disperse, I have no idea where they live in the city, how many people they're friends with that could make my life hell, or how to track any of them down. If I called the cops, what the hell was I supposed to tell them? These are professional criminals, Maggie. I would have fucked myself worse if I had tried to call the cops like an amateur."

A displeased look of understanding came from Maggie. "Okay. Go on."

"Alright, I agreed, obviously. Daryl has been training me, getting me prepared and looking out for me these last weeks. It's why I'm gone a lot and haven't really been open about it. I've been getting ready for my fight."

"Your fight? You mean, they already had you do one?" Maggie looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah, last night.. It's why I look like this.." Beth murmured.

"You clearly got your ass kicked."

"Actually.. She won," Daryl whispered and looked at Beth with a faint smile.

Maggie looked between them. "Really?"

"Really, I won my first fight," Beth nodded slowly.

"You mean your first and last fight," Maggie hedged.

"Mags.." Beth sighed.

"No, this is so fucking stupid!" Maggie stood up and started pacing. "You're a good girl, Beth. You're smart, you do great in school and you never so much as stole a candy bar from a store before this. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I made a choice to keep myself and the people I care about safe from harm!" Beth retorted, running her fingers through her hair.

"Oh, this is safe from harm? Really?!" Maggie gestured to Beth's appearance. "You could get yourself killed, Beth!"

"We don't fight to the fucking death. Come on," Beth rolled her eyes, her shoulders getting tense.

"That shit happens accidentally all the time, doesn't it, Daryl?" Maggie looked at him seriously.

"Ya, it does," Daryl replied simply and Beth looked at him as if she'd just been betrayed. "But, ya have ta know that I was there the whole time, an' if it looked like Beth was in serious trouble, I woulda stepped in. There ain't no fuckin' way I would let somebody stop me."

Beth parted her lips in surprise, her heart accelerating at Daryl's words. "You.. You would have?"

"O'course," Daryl rubbed his lips together. "I was watchin' closely jus' in case.. But ya had that fight. Ya did it without me."

"But.. Merle would have been so pissed. You would have lost him all the money," Beth whispered and tilted her head, looking at Daryl.

"Don' care," Daryl shrugged and blinked softly, dropping his head down.

"Wait, wait, wait.. There's money involved?" Maggie questioned and Beth remembered that her sister was still there.

"Yeah, a lot of money.. That's why Merle, the boss man, wanted me to fight. He thought I'd bring a big crowd and make him a lot of money," Beth sighed and leaned back against the couch, putting her hand next to Daryl's.

"So.. You get paid to fight," Maggie sat down slowly and rested her elbows on her knees.

"Yeah, we both do," Beth looked at Daryl and inconspicuously put her hand in his, breathing out when Daryl squeezed it gently.

"How much?" Maggie asked in pure curiosity.

"I got.. $3,000 for my fight last night."

"Holy fuck.." her sister mouthed, shaking her head. "But.. That's worth it to you?"

"No, it's not worth it, but at least it's something. Some sort of consolation in this mess I've gotten myself into," Beth's jaw went tight and she closed her eyes.

"Can't you get out, Beth? Please?" Maggie's voice was low and pleading and it broke Beth's heart.

"Mags.. I swear if I could, I would. You know I would," Beth murmured back. "You just have to trust me and know that I'm going to do everything I can to stay safe and to keep you safe, too."

"I don't care about me. I would find this Merle guy and kick his ass right now if I didn't think that would get you in more trouble.. I just.. I fucking hate this," Maggie shook her head, biting the insides of her cheeks.

Beth stood up from the couch and went to kneel in front of her roommate. "I know you do. But I swear to you that I'm going to be as careful as I can be.. I swear," Beth looked at her sincerely and frowned at Maggie's hurt expression.

"You should have told me before."

"I know, I know," Beth looked down with remorse.

"Does anyone else know?" Maggie murmured in question.

"No, you're the first and only. I don't want anyone else to know, please," Beth urged desperately. Beth kept her mouth shut about the fact that Dr. Morris knew she was around these guys, but not that she was fighting. Now didn't seem like the best time for Daryl to find out that Beth was taking notes on him and the guys and planning research. Besides, that wasn't Beth's priority anymore, even though it should have been.

"If it gets worse.. If you keep coming home looking like this, I don't think I can just stand by and watch," Maggie admitted and looked over at Daryl. "Seriously, maybe I won't go after this Merly guy, but I won't hesitate in kicking your ass if you don't look out for her."

Beth bit back a laugh. "Um.. You mean Merle?"

"Girly Merly, yeah," Maggie huffed and warranted a laugh from Daryl.

"That's actually pretty good," Daryl chuckled and then rolled his lips in when he saw Maggie's serious expression.

"Are you taken care of? I mean, no concussion or broken anything?" Maggie looked at her face carefully.

"I'm taken care of and all patched up. I don't have another fight scheduled so I can just heal. The boss is rough but he wouldn't send me into a fight like this, right?" Beth looked over to Daryl for confirmation.

"Nah, he wouldn' 'cause it would hurt his chances o' winnin'. At least there's that," Daryl murmured bitterly.

"Well.." Maggie patted her thighs and Beth and she stood up. "This is a lot of shit to process, and I already have a lot of history shit processing in my head from studying. I think I've heard enough for tonight.. But don't blame me if I get pissed again when I remember this tomorrow," Maggie raised her eyebrows and Beth nodded understandingly.

"Just.. Thank you, for caring about me," Beth mumbled and Maggie gave her a soft smile.

"No more lying to me, even if it'll make me mad. Alright?"

"Alright, I promise," Beth said sincerely.

"Now, gonna need you two to fuck off so I can concentrate. And by fuck off, I don't actually mean fucking because I don't want to hear that shit," Maggie plopped back down at the kitchen table.

"I was jus' gonna go. Nice ta meet ya." Daryl sighed and stood up.

"Wish I could say the same," Maggie replied flippantly and Daryl just shrugged.

"She handled it really well. She can say whatever she wants ta me," Daryl whispered to Beth as they walked toward the front door.

Beth felt so much lighter than she had in a long time. "Really, thank you for being here with me. It helped so much," Beth said quietly, pulling Daryl out of view from her sister so she could kiss him.

Daryl cupped her cheek and parted his lips, closing them around Beth's bottom one and sucking on it gently before pulling back. "I didn' mind at all," he smiled faintly. "Am I goin' ta see ya tomorrow?"

Beth frowned in thought. She had so much school work to do. "I don't know.." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh, wait, so am I done training?" Beth widened her eyes in realization.

"Fer now, ya. Ya need ta heal an' recuperate. But when yer next fight is in the horizon we'll have ta hit it again. I have ta start preparin' though," Daryl pursed his lips to the side.

"Then.. I'll spend tomorrow evening working on homework and maybe you can come over after you're done training?" Beth looked at him hopefully.

"I think it can be arranged," Daryl smiled crookedly and pecked Beth's lips. "Ya need sleep.. Don' forget ta ice an' stay ahead o' the pain with pills."

"I won't forget.." Beth bit her lip, feeling an urge for Daryl to stay. "Text me when you get home?"

Daryl looked at her for a moment before nodding slightly. "Gotta get used ta this whole havin' someone care 'bout me thing."

"You better," Beth whispered and pressed a tender kiss on Daryl's lips.

"I will, promise. Goodnight, darlin'," Daryl opened the door and looked back at Beth with a soft smile before shutting it.

Beth leaned against it and breathed out deeply. It had been the craziest weekend of het life, but somehow, one of the best.
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Beth tried to butter Maggie up the next morning by dragging herself out of bed early and getting her her favorite donuts. However, her roommate turned her nose up at the food and only took three instead of the usual six. That wasn't a good sign.

If it weren't enough to be sore as hell and have her sister upset at her, Beth was terribly behind on her work that was due that day. So she made the decision to skip class, get caught up on school work and remain hidden for just a bit longer so nobody would ask if she was in an abusive relationship or something. The guy at the donut shop had given her concerned looks that led Beth to believe he was thinking exactly that.

"So what, you skip class now too?" Maggie's low voice made Beth jump from her place in front of the computer.

"I just need to get caught up on some stuff..." Beth murmured, looking at her sister guiltily. "School is still my number one priority, I swear."

"Excuse me if I find that hard to believe," Maggie rolled her eyes.

"You've got jelly from a donut on your shirt," Beth sighed.

"Hey, don't turn this around on me," Maggie glared and stomped off, only to return moments later with another donut in hand, one without jelly. That was encouraging to Beth.

"Look.. I'm sorry that all of this happened, but I promise it isn't going to affect you," Beth looked at her sincerely.

"It already has. It affects you so it affects me. I hate seeing you like this," Maggie took a bite of her donut forlornly.

"I'm fine. I mean, yeah, it hurts but I'm managing. Plus," Beth opened her wallet and counted out five hundred dollars, handing it to Maggie. "The rent money I owe you, here."

"I don't want that blood money, Beth," Maggie groaned and stared at the pile of cash.

"Please, take it. Something good has to come out of all of this," Beth whispered pleadingly and Maggie hesitantly stepped forward and took the money.

"Thanks, I guess.. I'll get over myself soon. I know you don't have a choice in this... and if you could get out of this, you would have. I just worry about you...you're my baby sister." Maggie nodded slowly.

"Exactly. Thank you, and I know..." Beth sighed out in relief. "I'm just going to get caught up on work and ahead on some things and then I'll be back to myself, okay?"

"Alright.." Maggie conceded. "Call me if you need anything. I have a lunch date with Glenn this afternoon, so," She spoke around a bite of donut, "I better go wash the donut off of me."

"Good call," Beth smiled faintly and let it droop to a frown when her sister walked out. She was left alone with her thoughts and that wasn't something she ever liked. She turned her attention toward her books and the words she typed on the screen. She had never been so thankful for the distraction of homework.
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It was quite a bit later in the day when Beth decided she needed some fresh air. She had been working diligently and put a huge dent in her pile of tasks. She had even emailed her professors of that day to let them know that she was under the weather and requested her assignments that she was missing. She had already completed them and emailed them in and gotten caught up on her log for her research for Dr. Morris. It was hard to look at it in a fake objective matter when she was very much mixed up in the criminal activity, but well, lying was a second skin for her now.

She should have felt accomplished and relieved but there was still a sizable weight bearing down on her chest. The immensity of telling Maggie the truth and the leftover conflict of her first fight were really wearing on her.

She wrapped a scarf around her neck and her mouth to keep herself warm but also conceal her bruises. Her dark glasses hid a number of suspicious things and her gloves kept her swollen knuckles under wraps. To anyone on the street she just looked like a properly bundled person. Underneath it all, she knew she was damaged.

She hadn't realized how far she'd walked until she didn't even recognize the street signs. She had been consumed by her own thoughts. "Shit.." She murmured and pulled out her phone, thankful that it had maps on it. A little girl's laughter caught her attention as she wandered by a park, but it was the reason for the girl's joy that kept her attention. None other than Merle was pushing her on a swing.

"What the fuck.." Beth murmured and pulled her scarf down from her mouth, pushing her sunglasses up and onto her head. A million thoughts ran through Beth's head but the most pressing one was that Merle had kidnapped this poor child for some sort of ransom money.

There were a lot of things that Beth would stand by and let happen, but the mistreatment of little children was not one of them. She strode over with a scowl. "What do you think you're doing?" She spat.

Merle had to do a double take and he glanced at the little girl and then back at Beth. "I'll be right back, princess. Don' go anywhere?" he spoke to her in a tender voice that Beth had never heard from him.

Merle grabbed Beth's arm and pulled her toward a nearby tree, his eyes still moving to check on the girl with long black hair and olive skin, occasionally. "Why are ya here?"

"I was just going for a walk and I got turned around," Beth whispered. "What the hell are you doing with that little girl?" her voice came out harshly.

Merle furrowed his brow and then sighed. "She's my daughter, Priss."

Beth widened her eyes, taken aback. "She's.. Really?"

"Yeah, really. I only get her twice a month 'cause her mother is a bi-," he paused and took a deep breath, glancing over to the little girl as if she could hear him. "Her mother ain't the most cooperative."

"Do the guys know about this?" Beth blinked and pursed herlips.

"They got no reason ta know. I don' want her mixed up in any o' that shit," Merle shook his head firmly and gave Beth a serious look.

"But why would you get mixed up in it? You realize it affects her too, even if she doesn't know about it," Beth crossed her arms over her chest.

Merle looked at her in annoyance. "Yer a kid yerself. Ya don' have a kid, ya don' know how expensive it is ta take care o' one. Not only that but.. Hell, I want ta have her more often an' her mom ain't gonna let me if I live in a shitty apartment an'can't even put food on the table."

In a surreal moment, Beth saw a different side to the man in front of her. "You mean.. You do this for her?"

Merles face softened a little. "I ain't gonna lie ta you, it didn't start out fer her. I did it fer my own selfish reasons. But I would have quit a long time ago if it didn' bring in such good money.."

"Then.." Beth took a moment to let it absorb. "Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time? The guys would understand this and they wouldn't tell a soul."

"I can't risk that! I have ta keep being the same jerk that everyone is intimidated by er else I'll lose my standin' an' I won't be able ta provide fer my daughter," Merle rolled his lips in as if he'd said enough.

"I understand that but, why the hell do you have to be like that toward Daryl then? Why all the threats? Why can't you just leave y'all's dad out of this.. Imagine if it was your daughter and her mom was as horrible as yall's dad. Would you want her to go back to that?"

"O'course not," Merle huffed and glared hard. "Ya don' git it, kid. Ya really don'."

"Tell me what I don't get then, and I'll leave you alone and let you be with your daughter," Beth raised her brows.

"My baby brotha...Daryl is my best fighter. He is a guaranteed paycheck. The other guys are shit most o' the time, but I needed the numbers. If I had it my way, I'd jus' have him. And I guess, now you," Merle shrugged.

"So.. You're using him to get money. That's all. You're threatening him so that he won't ever go and leave you without it," Beth replied, unimpressed.

"I'm usin' him ta git money ta put away fer my daughter's future, an' give her whatever she wants an' needs. I want ta give her a life that I didn' have," Merle spoke quietly as he looked at Sophia.

Half of Beth wanted to slap the man for using Daryl, but the other half understood completely and wished she'd had a parent that would do anything for her like that. Her dad was a old drunk who lived on a farm...and her mom...she died a few years ago.

"Why don't you fight yourself? You know how to.." Beth murmured, not sure what to think of it all.

"'cause I can' go ta pick up my daughter with a beat up face. Her mom, Carol, would never let her come with me an' I don' want ta frighten my little girl, got it? If I could fight without riskin' losin' her, I would," Merle growled and rubbed his eyes with his good hand. The knife had been replaced with a metal stump. "I need ta git back."

"But.. Will you ever let Daryl go?" Beth whispered desperately.

"Why do ya fuckin' care? He's my flesh an' blood." Merle's voice turned cold and Beth gulped.

"Because he's a human being and no matter your reasons, you're treating him like an object. You're treating us all like objects.." Beth said boldly.

"The way I see it, this life is the only option we got right now. I ain't done with ya so it's best ya don' git on my bad side. Don' say anythin' 'bout this ta anyone, Priss. I mean it." Merle pushed her shoulder lightly for emphasis.

"I won't say anything," Beth looked down at the ground. She didn't know if she could keep that promise but she would try. She had something on Merle now and just maybe that secret could benefit her in the end. "Have fun with your daughter," she looked up with a nod.

"Ya, thanks.." Merle mumbled and started walking back toward her.

"Hey, wait!" Beth called and Merle turned around with an exasperated expression. "How hard is Daryl's next fight going to be?"

Merle looked at her with an indiscernible expression. "It'll be his hardest fight yet."

"Why risk him losing then?" Beth pressed.

"It'll also be the biggest amount o' money yet," Merle said simply. "Now git, I'm tired o' ya," he walked over and rejoined his daughter, pushing her on the swing as if nothing had happened.

Beth felt sick.
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Late that night, Beth was in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. Her work was done and she was showered and ready to pass out. She hadn't heard from Daryl all day or night and she had already exceeded the normal number of times to text him. Any more and she would become the clingy kind of person that she couldn't stand.

She was worried but she was also exhausted. Sleep began to win and she started to drift off, only to be startled awake by a warm body pressing against her back. "Hey.." Daryl's whispered voice was near her ear.

Beth blinked sleepily and turned her head to look at him, murmuring, "how'd you get in?"

"Maggie let me in very reluctantly. She looked pissed but she was eating a giant plate of nachos so I couldn't really take her seriously.." Daryl smirked lightly and propped up on an elbow.

Beth rolled onto her back, rubbing her eye. "Where have you been all day?"

"Workin' out constantly. I left my phone at home, 'm sorry. I was gonna text ya when I got it but I decided ta jus' come over instead, sleepyhead," Daryl pursed his lips.

"Sorry I'm so tired.. It's been a long and busy day," Beth yawned and brushed her fingers over Daryl's hand.

Daryl took her hand in his, squeezing it. "It was okay though?"

Beth wondered for a moment if she should tell Daryl what she found out about Merle...but they were brothers. Surely, Daryl would've known if he had a niece. But with Merle Dixon...you just never knew. "Mm, yeah. As good as it could be considering I did homework and iced my bruises all day. Not the most thrilling stuff."

Daryl leaned down to kiss Beth's lips. "Wanna end the day with a bang?"

Beth had to laugh at Daryl's not so subtle pun. "As romantic as that proposition was, I think I'm too tired. I have class in the morning that I can't miss," she slipped her tongue lightly along Daryl's lips before pecking them again.

"Thank God 'cause 'm so tired. I jus' wanna sleep," Daryl smiled lightly and then stood up to strip down to his boxers as Beth watched him in appreciation.

"Why didn't you just stay home if you wanted to sleep? My place isn't that close to yours."

Daryl got back in bed and pressed his lips to Beth's shoulder and mumbled, "I wanted ta sleep with ya."

Beth shivered and looked at Daryls face, slinging her arm around his middle. "I missed you.." The words seemed like a dangerous admission. She was terrified of scaring Daryl off, but if she didn't start taking steps toward something more than what they were, she knew Daryl would never do it.

"Me too, Beth," Daryl sighed softly and Beth frowned.

"You don't have to say it.."

"I missed ya," Daryl nodded and kissed Beth's cheek. "Sorry, I ain't very good at expressin' myself that way, in case ya haven' noticed," Daryl smiled lightly in spite of himself.

"Nah, you hide that super well," Beth said in a sarcastic tone and Daryl kicked her leg lightly.

"Shut up," Daryl huffed.

"Make me," Beth replied.

"Too tired," Daryl yawned.

"Then stop complaining," Beth said through a contagious yawn.

"I will when ya stop talkin'," Daryl yawned yet again and Beth groaned when it caused another yawn from her.

Daryl laughed at Beth's disgruntled expression. "We need ta sleep."

"Yep," Beth replied in a soft voice, kissing Daryl's lips again and relishing in the fact that this was allowed now.

"Goodnight, darlin'. I won'a be pissed if ya wake me up with a blow job. Jus' sayin'," Daryl chuckled huskily.

Beth rolled her eyes hard and rested her head on Daryl's chest. Truth was, she'd already been considering doing that. "Yeah, whatever."

Daryl kissed the top of her head and held her securely in his arms after pulling the covers up over both of them. Everything was so warm and safe, and Beth tried her to not think about what Merle said regarding Daryl's upcoming fight. She couldn't bear the idea of this strong man that was making her feel so secure getting hurt badly by someone.

Daryl had spent his spare time training Beth to make sure she could win her fight and come out of it as unscathed as possible. Now, Beth was going to do the same for him. Sure, Daryl was more experienced and tougher, but Beth was going to be there for him and help him prepare as much as possible. In turn, it might help Beth get better at it too.

On the night of that fight, Beth would be there on the front row, ready to step in if things got bad, just as Daryl would have done for her. She would have Daryl's back, no matter the fucking consequences.