AN: It has been so long since I have updated this. And, I am so sorry. Every time I would write, I would think of a new idea that I felt I just HAD to post. And, finally, I think this is it. This just flew out of me compared to how the others took forever for me to even write at all. If this is not what I actually wanted, well, too bad for ME because I am not going to hold off any longer than I already have! Also, Beth is going to come off as a brat and spoiled and whiny. Please just know, that it is all in good humor between her and our oh so gorgeous Daryl Dixon.

By the way, yesterday (01/06/19) was Norman's birthday so... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORMAN REEDUS! xoxo

Anywho, hope you babies enjoy. *Muah* xoxo

Day 8 -

She had always been told, and always believed, that it was the small things that mattered the most. The smell of a fresh flower, enjoying the view of an early morning sunrise, or the small gesture to or from somebody you loved. It was always the small things that made Beth feel as if everything in the world was right and couldn't go wrong. It was the small things that she cherished the most and held closest to her heart. It was the small things to Beth that meant the most.

And, today was filled with multiple moments that she knows most would consider small but to her would forever mean everything to her.

She slept in this morning. A rarity for her. It was only 8:00 in the morning but compared to her usual 5:00 wake up time, it felt nice. It was a small thing but it put a smile on her face first thing that morning.

Letting out a small yawn and stretching, she rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty. She placed her hand where Daryl usually would be but it was cold. He had been awake for a while.

As she went to get out of bed, their bedroom door crept open and in walked the man she was going to go look for.

"Hey, you," she said sleepily.

"You were supposed to still be asleep, missy," he said, while carefully trying to close the door.

Beth eyed him up and down, admiring the view. He had no shirt on and a pair of gray sweatpants on.

Is it hot in here or is it just me? Ah, hell. It's not me that is hot. It's my freakin' boyfriend.

"What is that?" she asked playfully, eyeing the tray that he was carrying.

"This," he smirked, "is our breakfast that I thought that we could enjoy in bed together."

He gently placed the tray on his bedside table before bouncing on the bed causing her to giggle.

"G'morning," he whispered, leaning towards her to place a kiss on her cheek.

"It definitely is," she smiled. "Now, on that tray of yours, there wouldn't happen to be a cup of coffee for me would there?"

"Hmm. Let me see," he said, turning to retrieve the tray from the table. "There is orange juice, bacon, eggs, toast, a flower but, nope. No coffee," he winked at her.

"Daryl," she jokingly whines as she smacked his arm. "I know you aren't brave enough to come up here with all of this food but no coffee for me to drink. You aren't that stupid."

Daryl laughed out loud on that one.

"Is that what you think?"

"That's what I know. Now, can I please have my coffee?"

"Ok. Fine. Here you go, princess," he said as he reached over and grabbed the hot cup of coffee off his bedside table.

She wrapped her hands around the cup and inhaled the warm aroma. She took a sip and moaned as the first drop hit her taste buds.

"Mmm. I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," Daryl replied between a moutful of bacon.

He glared at her from the corner of his eyes when she giggled.

"Wha'?"

"I was talking to the coffee. Not you," she giggled again.

"Okay. That's it," he said as he took her coffee and then the tray and placed them both on the floor by the bed "You're getting it now."

Beth had no time to respond before he was on top of her, tickling her.

"Oh my gosh! Daryl! Daryl, stop!" she squealed between gasps for air and all of her laughing.

"Stop what?" he laughed as he continued his playful attack.

"Okayokayokayokay," she breathed heavily. "You win."

Daryl stopped his attack on her but didn't move from where he was. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"You're beautiful."

She smiled up at him and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

"And, you're handsome."

If he could, he would stay there forever, looking down into those beautiful blue eyes. But, he was so much bigger than she was and knew he was probably crushing her. So, begrudgingly, he rolled off of her and back onto his side of the bed, pulling her into his chest as he kept an arm wrapped around her. He smiled when he felt her snuggle as close as she could to him.

They lay like that for a few minutes before she reached over and grabbed her coffee from the floor where he had placed it and sat up slightly so she could take a drink but still remained cuddled next to him.

After taking a sip of coffee, she admits, "This is one of my favorite times of the day. At least," she added with a shrug, "on the days that neither of us has to work."

"Yeah? Why is that?"

"We get a perfect view of the sunrise," she said, pointing to the window to emphasize her point. "For some reason, coffee tastes better at this time of day than any other time. And, it's just a plus having the most handsome man in the world here with me," she playfully nudged him.

"You got any more favorite moments?"

His voice came out raspy and in a whisper. He stared at her as if he was trying to actually see into her soul. These were moments that he loved. These were moments that he cherished. When it was just the two of them and nobody else around. When they sat as close as two people could possibly sit, and just speak openly and honestly about everything.

"Yeah. It only happened once so it isn't a repetitive kind of thing. But, that night up in the barn when you finally asked me out."

She had snickered when she said it but he could tell she was serious. He smiled back. He really liked that particular moment, too.

"Anymore, moments?" he prodded.

"I also love when the weather is warm and we take your truck and just drive around with the windows down. We turn on the music and just spend the day singin' and dancin'.."

"You mean, you singin' and dancin'" he corrected her. She just rolled her eyes in response causing him to laugh. "I enjoy those moments, too," he admitted.

"Yeah? You do?" she asked, almost surprised.

'Mhmm."

"What do you like so much about them, Daryl Dixon? You hate anythin' involvin' singin' and dancin'," she laughed.

"True. But, there's always these moments, when a particular song comes on. You get really excited. The window is down and your hair is blowin' everywhere but you'll look at me and give me the biggest smile while you dance and sing even louder than you did to the previous song. And, it's in those moments, as quick and as little as they are, I am reminded just how lucky I am to have you."

She stared at him, her mouth slightly agape.

The world saw Daryl Dixon as a tough, redneck asshole. Which he was. But, they didn't see him the way she did. She got to see the romantic side of this man. The sensitive side. The playful and funny side. She got to see the real side of him that body else got to see. The side that he hid from everybody else, to protect himself. But, if you were to ask Beth Greene, she loves both sides of Daryl because both sides are part of him.

"I love you, Daryl Dixon," she smiled at him.

"I love you too, baby."

Again, AN: I Said earlier in the chapter that there were multiple small moments in this one day, so the next chapter is going to be a continuum of 'Day 8'. Hope y'all enjoed. Untill next time, babies. xoxo