In the next week, the pushed towards Washington. The group was beaten down and ready to quit. Ultimately, they had decided staying in the hotel wasn't the best of ideas, they had to push on. Not only was it a better move for them, it was also a good way to shut Abraham up. But now, they were starving and nearing dehydration. "'M gonna circle 'round," Daryl said to the rest of the group.

"I'll join you," Beth said. Her mood was a good one, despite the shit storm around them. He scowled at her but didn't object. As they walked side by side, she started up their game. "I'd rather drive a car than a truck," she said.

"I'd rather drive a motorcycle than anythin' else," he replied, his lips threatening to turn upwards in a smile.

"I'd rather you kiss me again now than have to wait ten years," she smirked a little. He gave her another scowl.

"Why do I gotta kiss ya?"

"'Cause you're supposed to be the manly Redneck, you know, 'I Tarzan, you Jane', kind of thing."

"Ya coul' do the kissin'," he stated.

"And you wouldn't be mad at me?" she asked, sounding a little nervous as she did. He seemed to think for a minute before shaking his head. With that, Beth didn't wait a single moment. She looked at him with her big blue eyes and smiled. She pressed his lips to hers and he cradled the back of her head. "You know, Daryl Dixon, you're nothing like what I thought you'd be. When y'all arrived on my daddy's farm, I'd never thought in a million years I'd be kissin' you."

"That makes two of us. Never thought I'd be some kinda cradle robber," he murmured as he led the way into the woods further. Their relationship was one of those cases where two complete opposites just worked—if you could call it a relationship, kissing twice didn't count for much. But she was like the sunshine to his raincloud and on days that she did want to be a raincloud, he would be the lightening that brought out the heart and soul of Beth Greene, that showed her true colours. It was like that day she insisted on alcohol, he didn't try to talk her down, he went along with it and pushed her to express all of the emotions she had been trying to bottle up.

"You're not a cradle robber. This is the apocalypse. Age doesn't matter anymore," she said. "It's not even a number, really because numbers don't matter—except for how much food or water, how many miles until we get to safety. That is all that matters to us now. Not how old a person or a place is. Or how long ago there was some stupid, pointless war." She was speaking much like a philosopher today. She made a whole lot of sense though. Age really didn't matter. They were adults and outside of that it didn't make a damn bit of difference if he was thirty five or forty five. If she was nineteen or twenty-nine. They were people and if they wanted to kiss each other before they met their end, then so be it.

"I wished we'd find somethin'," he said. He was fighting the dehydration, just like everyone else.

"Me too," she said quietly. "We're gonna die if we don't find something soon..." The dehydration would indirectly cause their death if they didn't find something really soon. They would be too run down to move and then a walker would just eat them. It was really that simple.

"Beth," he warned.

"I know," she replied, she knew that he hated it if she mentioned anything about herself dying.

"Ya ain't gonna die if I've got anythin' to say 'bout it," he mumbled and she smiled a little.

"Aw, Daryl Dixon cares about little ol' me," she grinned and he rolled his eyes at her childishness.

XxX

They rejoined the group just in time to save Rick's life. However, it was too late for Violet. There was a walker bite in her neck. She could feel herself bleeding out and the group gathered around her, holding her hands until the end. Once she was dead, Carol did what she had to do and put a knife through her skull. The group stayed silent for what seemed like a long time, even though it was just a minute. Daryl didn't waist time digging a child sized grave for her. A child. She was dead. She was just gone...

Beth stood back, giving Daryl his space. She rested her head on Maggie's shoulder and frowned. "Sasha's just gonna get more of us killed," Maggie murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"She wanted to the one to kill those walkers...she broke rank...it's her fault..."

Beth could see why she wanted to relieve some of the anger after the loss of her brother a few days prior, but still, she had gotten a little girl killed.

"Drink," Glenn commanded, handing the half full water bottle to Maggie. She took a small sip and she passed it to Beth who did the same. Glenn looked at the water and then moved to walk beside Daryl. "You too, drink it."

"'M fine."

"Dixon," Beth looked over her should. "Please, drink it," she looked at him with sad eyes and he groaned before taking a small drink just to appease her. She mouthed a thank you and he nodded, still scowling.

A while later, he broke from the group again and headed into the woods, Beth didn't follow right away. She waited until he didn't come back for a while and then she decided to go too.

She followed his tracks—using the skills that he had taught her and found him. His back was against a tree and as he stared into the distance. She could see the red streaks on his cheeks as he smoked a cigarette. "Can I try that?" she asked, sitting beside him. He passed it to her and she inhaled, coughing all the while when she passed it back to him. This actually brought a small smile to his lips. She didn't ask him about the tears. If he wanted to walk, that was his choice. "What are you doing out here?"

"I jus' needed a minute," he said.

"Want me to go?"

"Yer okay," he said. She had already seen, what was the point of hiding.

"This world ain't easy, and even tough people like you need a break."

"So do rays of sunshine," he said. Normally, the phrase would've been meant to be offensive, but not in this context. "'Specially tough little ones like ya." She giggled a little. "We shou' head back," he stood hand held a hand to her. She took it, he pulled her to her feet, and off they went.

AN: I'm so sorry it's taken so terribly long. I honestly forgot about this story and I know that there were a lot of people reading it. But now that the show's back on...I have some inspiration of how Beth would be if she were there *tear* I hope you enjoy my take on how the season should've gone.

Updated 1 December 2015