When Daryl walked back into the house, he found Beth to be walking around with Judith, singing. He couldn't quite catch the tune, but a smile tugged on the corner of his mouth, nonetheless.
"Daryl's here, Judith," Beth cooed to the little girl. "Say hi," she smiled. Judith reached her little hand towards Daryl. "Thought you were goin' huntin'―that's what Carl told me." He had left before she had a chance to wake up, this morning. It was Saturday, meaning there was no school for the children.
"Was. Needed a minute ta myself. I came back to see if ya wanted to come with me."
"Sure, I'll be ready in five minutes," she smiled. She went to put Judith back upstairs and pull her hair in a ponytail. She had been wearing it down a lot more lately now that it was clean. Speaking of clean. She just realized that Daryl hadn't taken a shower yet. She rolled her eyes in slight annoyance with the redneck. "I'm ready," she said, coming back into the living room. She had also let Carl know that she was leaving, so he could be with Judith.
"Tha' was more like six," he said, referring to how long it took her to get ready.
"Plenty of time for you to shower," she countered and he just shrugged. They walked to the armoury and grabbed the gun Daryl had given her as well as a rifle with a silencer on it. They left the gate and headed into the woods. "I'd rather you take a shower than go around smellin'," she said, watching him for a reaction.
"I'd rather ya leave me 'lone 'bout showerin'," he stated.
"Well that's too damn bad," she smirked.
"Beth," there was a warning in his tone that made her want to push her limits a little more.
"Maybe I'll have to strip you down and put you in there myself," she could barely get the words out without a blush covering her face and neck.
He gave her one of his famous Daryl Dixon glares. She smiled as a low growl emitted from his throat. He backed her towards a tree and claimed her lips with his own. By the time their kiss was over, Beth's head was swimming. It had been breath-taking―the kind of kiss you read about in books that knocks you out of your senses and she couldn't help but smile.
"C'mon, we're out 'ere ta hunt." She nodded and fell to his side as they began walking. Very soon, he heard footsteps―not the walker kind, either. These were sure steps, not the stumbling kind. He rose his crossbow and Beth did the same with her rifle. She had to admit, it was a little big for her and she had a feeling the kickback would send her on her ass. "Come out," Daryl's voice demanded and out walked Aaron.
"You can tell the difference between humans and walkers by the sound of their footsteps?" Aaron asked. Daryl didn't say a word and Beth knew he wouldn't. "Can you tell the difference between a good person and a bad person? That's something Rick's not too good at..."
"Don' make much of a difference no more," Daryl said with a shrug. "Why ya followin' us?"
"I wasn't aware that I was. I was out here to hunt rabbits," Aaron replied, looking between Beth and Daryl. Could there be something more going on between them than it appeared? He hadn't been able to see too much of the two one-on-one when he had been observing the group before. "Can I join you two?"
Daryl was so close to saying, "Three's a crowd," but he didn't get to. Beth knew that they had to make nice with the new group. They had to, if they wanted to be able to stay and do as they pleased.
So, Beth replied with, "C'mon then," and started walking away.
After nearly an hour of walking around, they came across a horse in a field. "His name is Buttons," Aaron told the both of them. "One of the kids named him when he ran by the fence. I've been trying to catch him for months."
Aaron gave Daryl the rope and he went to try to catch the horse. Except, the problem was, walkers started coming out of nowhere and the horse ran off. They all killed the walkers off rather quickly and started walking.
Aaron started giving a speech to Daryl about fitting in how people wouldn't be afraid of him if they tried, and how people were less and less afraid of Aaron each day―their fear began with he and Eric being homosexuals. He also told both of them about the party, and Aaron urged Daryl to go to it.
They tried to save the horse, they really did, once they caught up to him again, walkers surrounded him and he went down. Aaron ended up doing the only thing that could be done for him. He put the poor horse out of his misery after they had taken care of the walkers.
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"Go to the party, Beth," Daryl said, finality in his tone.
"Are you going?" she asked.
"Maybe," he replied. "Go on. I don' need no babysitter."
"I didn't say you did. Go with me," she pleaded.
"Might meet you there," he offered.
"I'll accept that, only if you give me a kiss," she smirked. He pressed his lips to hers gently before leaving.
AN: I know, this chapter is really short. I wanted to thank you guys for all the reviews from yesterday's chapter, and usually I will not update two days in a row, but here it is. I hope you liked it. And I love your feedback!