No matter what it is or how strange it sounds at first, people get used to it. The group got used to dead walking around and eating people. They got used to the fact that they all had to be weapon trained. And recently, they had gotten used to the fact that Daryl and Beth were hunting partners. The two of them left every other (sometimes every) morning at sunrise and went out to hunt for food.

At first everyone thought that they made an odd pair. But now, now it was nothing new. Violet had even integrated her way into the group. She was quiet most of the time. Unless she was around the few people she really connected with and trusted. She and Carl were especially close. She was so different to him that it fascinated him. He couldn't get enough of her eyes. They were this interesting mix that made them almost a shade of purple (hence her name).

"What are Beth and Daryl?" Violet asked Carl as they sat in his room at the hotel. She had a hard time explaining why she felt close to him as well. She wondered if normally you ended up having a special bond with the person who watched you sleep. Probably not. Unless it was some kind of Stockholm syndrome. But that didn't seem likely, since he didn't actually kidnap her or anything of the sort.

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"Are they like a couple or what?"

"No. They're just friends."

She nodded, unconvinced. Friends didn't usually spend that much time together. Or look at each other the way they did. There may have been quite an age gap, but the two were really friendly. Plus, she hadn't seen Daryl that friendly with anyone else in the group.

XxX

"Did you see that!?" Beth exclaimed.

"Shh!" Daryl hissed, trying to quiet her down.

"Oh hush. We haven't seen any walkers in weeks. Look at that shot though, Daryl. You're proud of me, aren't you?" She grinned, walking over to pick up the turkey she had shot perfectly in the eye.

"Yer aim's gettin' better," he remarked.

"Better? That was a great shot and you know it!"

"Not sayin' it wasn't," he said. "Pick the thing up so we can pluck it," he instructed. He was trying not to joke like they usually did today. Mostly because of dream he had the night before. A nightmare really. Beth had died. She as gone…he was so hurt by it in the dream. He didn't want to get attached like that. But he feared it may be too late.

"I haven't plucked one of these before," she said.

"Ain't hard."

"I'd rather live in a small house with a lot of land than a big house and no land," Beth said. They had started this game. It was kind of like "would you rather" but they got to say the whole thing. Daryl didn't reply for a minute. Beth wasn't sure if that was because he was thinking or because he didn't want to play. "C'mon Daryl..."

"Don' wanna play t'day."

"Why not? What's wrong?"

"Rather have quiet than noise."

"You've used that one before...but I'll let it go," she was in a good mood and she wanted it to rub off on him. "I'd rather be happy and live a short life than be mad all the time and live forever." Daryl tightened his jaw at that one.

"Rather be outside than inside."

"I'd rather die quickly—"

In one swift movement Daryl had her back against a tree. His hands holding her shoulders.

"Don't you dare talk 'bout dyin'!" He exclaimed. "Ya ain't gonna die, not if I got anythin' to do with it." He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or relieved that her eyes gave off zero hint of fear.

"We all die sometime," she said.

"Not you. Not ever," his face slowly moves closer to hers. And she bit her lip a little. She wanted him to kiss her so much. She yearned to feel his lips on hers once and for all.

Of course, Daryl didn't grant her this kindness. His hands fell from her shoulders and he stomped forward. "Daryl!" She called after him.

"Don't." He warned.

"Don't what? I was just catching up." This was the second time they had nearly kissed in the past two weeks. She had learned from the first time not to bring it up. "I'd rather kiss you than anybody I know," she stated. Proving she really hadn't learned her lesson.

"What'd I jus' say, Beth?"

"Look, clearly you want to do just man up and do it already! I've tried to keep my mouth shut about it from before. I can't do that anymore! Just kiss me."

"Fuck you," he murmured.

"Or that," she smirked a little (she was a little surprised by her boldness with that statement as well).

Daryl gave her the deadliest glare he could muster. "Dammit Greene!"

"I'll shut up when you stop being a pussy and kiss me," she knew that one would hit a nerve. That was probably why she said it the way she did.

He dropped his crossbow and his back pack onto the ground. He stopped close to her quickly and grabbed her face with his hands roughly before smashing his face to hers. There wasn't any way for her to actually kiss him back. It was so rough, but it was how you would expect a Daryl Dixon kiss to be. Rough.

"Now let's go," he pulled back. It seemed it lasted no time at all to Beth, but she did know she wanted to do that again.

AN: was everything characterised okay here? I kinda just went with whatever. Let me know. And sorry I haven't updated. I've been working a ton. Please leave your reviews!

Updated 1 December 2015