The ride was a lot longer than she anticipated, she had no idea where they were going. She knew it was no where near a town. They hadn't seen a building in a good forty-five minutes. And when he turned down an old dirt road that led to the forest, she found herself pressing herself up against his back to look over his shoulder. She could have swore she saw ripples of water just past the trees. She felt her heart start to race at the thought!

Daryl turned his head slightly to watch her reaction to seeing the water, the excitement he saw in her eyes made the waste of gas worth it. He was definitely not expecting her that close, though especially not with her head right over his shoulder. He smiled at her mile wide grin, knowing that it was only going to get better when she saw where they were going. Slowly stopping the bike, he motioned for her to hop off.

"Where are we?" She asked looking around at the green scenery.

"It's a surprise," she watched him wheeling the bike behind a couple of bushes, hiding it from view. "We have to hike the rest of the way," He watched her nod, as she continued to hunt for a glimpse of the water, her face falling slightly when she failed to find it. "Well come on," He started walking towards a small trail, waiting for her to catch up.

She quickly walked passed him, wishing she knew where they were going. She started to regret walking ahead, she hated the idea of something popping out at her. It almost felt like when she and a couple of her friends went to a haunted house. They all made her lead the line and it was absolutely horrible. Stealing a quick glance back at him, he gave her a reassuring nod. 'Okay Beth there is no reason to freak out, Daryl won't let any walkers get you.' Even with coaxing herself she felt her pace slow dramatically.

"We are almost there," He mumbled walking ahead of her to push aside a bush. Revealing the beautiful crystal clear water she had ever scene. To the left, she spotted a tall waterfall, that led to this small pond like area, then slowly trickling down into a small creek. Beth's heart leaped at the sight, before she realized what she was doing she wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt him immediately tense up, but then slowly relax as he placed a hand on her elbow. Similar to the way he had when he told her about Zach. She quickly released him to turn back to the water.

"What is this place?" She asked in complete amazement, she wasn't sure she had seen anything quite this beautiful. The sunshine made the water ripples look like tiny diamonds sparkling in the water. She could even hear the peaceful sound of birds chirping in the distance. Looking down into the clear water she admired the colorful pebbles decorating the river bed.

"I found it a little while back, it's a nice place to clean up. And it's quiet."

She bent down and splashed water into her face. The water was cool to the touch but it was going to feel fantastic! She guessed the water to be about waist deep maybe deeper in some areas. Heck she would have loved it if it had only been ankle deep. 'It is perfect!' she thought happily removing her socks and boots to soak her feet.

By the time she looked back over to him, Daryl had already pulled off his shirt. And all she could do was stare at him. His hard muscles covered in a sheen of sweat, shining in the light. She bit down on her lip a little lost in his manliness. Her breath hitched as he unbuckled the belt to his pants, they dropped just enough for her to see the start of, what her girlfriends would have called, the v line to heaven. Something she never quite understood until this very moment. 'Oh my God' she would have moaned if she hadn't been speechless.

"Your momma teach you any manners?" Daryl wasn't even looking at her but he could feel her eyes watching his every move. And though he felt guilty about it he couldn't help but marvel in the fact that she found him attractive.

"Of course!" She shot back, quickly turning to hide her blushing face. "You're not gonna look right?" She asked shyly. Hearing his splash then quickly feeling the after math. The cold water sent shivers up her spine.

"Daryl!" She squealed, in between giggles.

"Why would I do that?"

Shaking her head nervously, you'd think with the time they spent in the woods, she wouldn't care about modesty. Maybe it was just the fact that she was with Daryl, and they were alone. Either way she would push all that away for a chance to get in the water. She swiftly peeked over her shoulder to see if he was watching, of course he wasn't. He had his back turned to her pushing his hair out of his face. She sighed a little at that fact. Hastily she striped off her hat, shirt, and pants. Pausing slightly when she reached to pull her tank up. She had forgotten to put a bra on this morning, and the thought of going completely topless seemed a little much. Not to mention no man had ever seen her topless. And the idea of him seeing her left butterflies in her stomach. Leaving it on she ran over to the edge and jumped towards him. Making sure he got most of her splash. The water was so cool and refreshing, she stayed under for a second or two longer than intended before slowly standing up. Daryl still had his back to her not paying her any attention at all. She watched as he dunked himself then resurface, moving his hair out of his eyes.

"You decent over their?" He asked over his shoulder.

"Yea, duh," she added playfully. Debating on weather or not to splash him for being so unaffected by her cannon ball. "How did you find this place?" She asked in awe as she took in the beauty of it all.

"Happenstance, honestly," he turned towards her, and she lost her breath. "I was followin a buck and he led me here." He quickly glanced behind him, due to her startled look. "You see somethin?"

"N-no, sorry!" Beth whispered quickly looking away, back at the water, at the trees, at the waterfall, anything to keep her eyes off him. She took a deep breath ignoring his puzzled stare, and went completely underwater.

Daryl watched as her head disappeared under the surface, and pulled himself out onto the bank. Trying desperately not to think about how revealing her wet white tank top was. As if she wasn't wearing a thing. Her small pink nipples stood on end due to the cold water, threatening to cut through the thin fabric. He probably shouldn't have stripped down to his boxers in front of her but he wanted to at least rinse the grime and sweat off. He laid back on the grass, laying horizontal to the water. Beth still under the water. Propping himself up on his elbows, he waited impatiently for her to resurface. His sigh of relief choked in his throat when she finally did. He couldn't help but stare as she popped up gasping for breath. Her flush checks, that wide genuine smile and the way the water caused her eyes to sparkle. He groaned looking her over, her perky breast demanding attention. He threw his arm across his face and laid back. 'She's just a kid. She's just a kid' But she wasn't a kid anymore. He couldn't help but think of how soft she was last night. The way she felt under him. Then she lifted her hips, he knew she felt him hard against her. The way she froze before pressing harder. The way her knees slightly trembled. 'stop!'

Beth pushed her hair back away from her face, feeling a little dizzy from going without oxygen for so long. She didn't care though the air felt great against her wet skin. Looking around, she spotted Daryl lying out of the water, his left arm behind his head while his right covered his eyes. She took the time to look over his glistening body. Trying to ignore the warmth that was spreading through her thighs. She looked away, "You done already?" She asked, a hint of disappointment clear in her voice. She found herself toeing a bright pink pebble, to keep from attention away from him.

"Just needed a rinse, you can stay in, if ya want." he answered, trying to hide the smile that threatened his lips. He had felt her eyes on him the whole time. And though he shouldn't, he loved it.

"Thanks,"

"Oh." He began, turning his head in her direction, "I have something for ya." Standing up from his place in the sun he walked over to his bag. Rummaging through until his hand landed on the pink bottle. He was worried he wouldn't be able to find any at the shops. Shampoo had become so scares. He laid back down in his spot in the sun as she swam over to him.

"Really?" she asked innocently, folding her arms next to his head.

He quickly looked back up at the sky, not expecting her to be so close, "Yea, here." He nervously shoved the bottle in her direction. Getting immediately self conscious. Since when was he one to get little gifts like this? He remembered her distaste for her oily hair so he wanted to help but now doing so made flutters appear in his stomach.

"Is that?" Beth squealed with delight. Taking the bottle she glanced at him in disbelief. She could not remember the last time she laid eyes on shampoo. Her heart leaped, at the gesture. Daryl just gave her shampoo.

Daryl looked her over, as she took everything in. Her blonde wet hair slicked back showing off her young pretty face, big blue eyes and full pouty lips. He watched as tears sprung up in her eyes. Confused by why they would be there. He didn't mean to make her cry.

"Thank you Daryl." She whispered still in awe. She flashed a brilliant smile at him, trying to get her emotions in check.

"Don't mention it," Daryl grunted, laying back down. He felt her eyes linger on him a short while longer before hurrying over to the waterfall.

Beth couldn't believe Daryl had thought to grab the shampoo for her. She remembered how he had walked in on her this morning. How long was he there? Blushing at the thought of Daryl Dixon watching her get ready. She smiled to her self as she opened the bottle. The sweet aroma of strawberries and cream invaded her scenes. Quickly lathering the soapy goodness into her hair, she relished in the process. It felt so amazing to finally be clean after so long. She ran her fingers through the best she could, untangling knot after knot. Giggling to herself as she rinsed her hair in the waterfall. Her heart soared, she was clean! She washed her hair once more for good measure. Who knew the next time she would be able to have this opportunity. Smiling over at Daryl who laid silently on the grass almost dry now. Softly she started to sing.

We could sit on the shore

We could just be friends

Or we could jump in

The whole world could change in a minute

Just one kiss could stop it spinning

We could think it through

But I don't want to, if you don't want to

We could keep things just the same

Leave here the way we came

with nothing to lose

But I don't want to, if you don't want to

Daryl laid there listening to her soft voice. He couldn't help but wonder if that song was aimed at him or not. Either way he sat up to watch her. She had already finished washing her hair and had now taken to floating around lazily. Enjoying every second of this time away.

She looked up to find him watching her, a soft look in his eye. Smiling once more at him she disappeared under the water. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she broke the surface. He arched his eyebrow at him seconds before she attacked, splashing him in the face.

"Greene!" he teased, smiling at her laughter.

"Whatchya gonna do about it?" she gave him the most mischievous grin she could muster before quickly splashing him once more. Giggling to herself, she dove under the water. Once so far, she paused waiting for his splash. Slowly bringing her head to the surface when she never heard one. She glanced around not seeing him anywhere. Her eyes darted to the area where he had been soaking up the sun. Finding it empty, she nervously stood up. "Daryl?" she whispered, panic clear in her voice. Beth hastily took in her surroundings. He wouldn't leave her there alone right? Trying not to let her panic set in she took a step backwards. Right into his grasp.

Beth squeaked as she felt his large hands grip her hips. His rough callouses, sending erotic pulses through her. Before she knew what was happening she was flying through the air. "Daryl!" She , laughed as she landed in the water. She was still giggling when her head broke the surface. Quickly swimming over to the grinning Daryl Dixon she jumped up on his shoulders trying to unsuccessfully dunk him. He laughed at her poor attempt, pulling her off his back and in front of him. Immediately she wrapped her legs around his waist, and locked her arms around his, hoping to prevent him from throwing her again. He chuckled at her effort to hold him down. Stealing a glance down, he saw her pretty little head leaning against his shoulder. Breathing in sweet smell of her shampoo, he resisted the urge to lay his against it.

"You're gonna have to do better than that Love," He whispered leaning forward to prove his point. Dunking her ever so slightly. Her laughter fill his ears, as she desperately wrapped herself tighter around him. Her arms now encircling his neck.

Her breath caught at their closeness, but he didn't push her away. Instead she felt his hands slide down her sides and resting comfortably on her hips. She caught him staring at her lips through his dark lashes, trembling at the thought of actually finding out what he tasted like. She inched her face closer leaning her forehead against his, "I'm gonna get you back, Daryl Dixon, one way or another." she whispered, not meaning for those words to sound so sultry as they left her mouth. She parted her full lips nonetheless begging him to bring his lips down on hers.

Her words seemed to pull him out of the spell he was under, he grinned wickedly as his hands gripped her thighs right under her round bottom, "In your dreams, Love." And with that he threw her in the air once more. Doing anything possible to put distance between them. 'That was too close, way to fuckin close! Fuck Dixon!' he thought groaning down to his hardening length. If she hadn't spoken, who knows what could have happened.

She watched him pull himself back up to the bank as she floated lazily, enjoying the warm sun. Her heart still racing. Sitting up she decided to give herself a second scrub. Who knows the next time she will be able to wash like this. She picked up a larger pebble and started rubbing it up and down her arms. Moving to her feet then up her calf, that was when she saw something long black and slippery bite down on the inside of her thigh.

Daryl had just laid back down when he heard Beth's piercing scream. Panic seized him as he watched her thrashing around. Sending white foam spraying all around her. He ran through the water desperate to get to her in time. Yanking her into his arms, he ran to bring her back to shore. Dropping to his knees at her side trying to figure out what had caused her scream. He glanced over to the spot where she screamed. Finding nothing but colorful pebbles, school fish and weeds. "What the fuck?" He tried to look down to the place she was grabbing at on her thigh, having to hold her arms down to finally see. And when he did he couldn't stop the round of laughter that escaped his lips.

"Daryl it's not funny! Get it off, get it off!" She cried.

"Shh, you gotta get your nail under the mouth, to pop it off."

"Daryl I can't!" she wailed, "Please get it off of me!" she begged tears filled the brim of her lids.

"All hell." He mumbled parting her thighs and diving in to push one hand against her creamy skin and slipping his nail under the head of the leech. He removed the leach and threw it back towards the water. Finally breathing in a sigh of relief he looked back to her shaking legs with a line of watered down blood trickling from the bite up her leg towards her... 'fuck!' Her pink and white panties were damn near see through. He took in a sharp breath trying to ignore the instant heat he felt. Daryl had just forced his eyes away as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm sorry for screaming like that," she whimpered against his neck.

"Shh. It's fine." He whispered, as she slowly pulled back, revealing her perky breasts. 'Shit! Grandma!' Fuck that wasn't working this time. 'Dead walkers, dead walkers, dead walkers.' Ah hell that wasn't working either all he could think about was her- shaking his head trying to get the image out of his head, he stood up. "We should probably get goin soon. Do you wanna eat a little first?"

She nodded, "I'm starving! I'm gonna dry off some then I will put everything together for us."

'Fuck' He thought walking towards their clothes, "Yea sure," As if he wasn't hard enough.

She smiled to herself as the sun warmed her skin. "Thank you for this. It was so nice getting away." She said, opening her eyes when there wasn't a response. He was already wearing his pants again. She watched him peek a glance over his shoulder, "How are your pants not wet?" she asked, blushing at the realization that she all but told on herself.

"Just don't wear anythin wet underneath," he paused, smiling at her, "Duh,"

She giggled, trying not to show how much that fact affected her. But it did, the very thought caused her core to ache. "That sounds like a great idea." she said slowly standing up. Walking over towards their stuff. Turning her back to him she took a deep breath and started to slowly lift her soaked tank top off.

"Fuck!" He hissed, watching as she pulled the tank top over her head. Catching a small glance of her creamy breasts. He turned away quickly, trying to force all thoughts of her pink cherry nipples out of his mind. This girl would be the death of him.

Blushing she slipped back into her long sleeve shirt, buttoning up a couple of buttons before shimming out of her panties. Quickly pulling on her jeans, she buckled her belt. Once she wrung out her wet clothes she tucked them away in the side pouch. When she looked over she saw Daryl sitting with his back against a tree trunk biting his nail. He was still half way facing her, she found herself wishing he would sneak a peek, His eyes shifted over to her when he felt her stare. Smiling at him she quickly dug around in her bag.

Daryl did his best not to peek, but the way she was shaking her ass just to slide off her panties about did him in. He growled to himself as he chewed on his nail, adverting his eyes to anything else. She walked back over to him, hiding something behind her back.

"I have something for you too," she whispered.

"Oh really?" He asked suspiciously. Placing his hands in his lap, he hoped to keep his rock hard erection down, or at least hidden.

"Yea." she smiled and walked over to him. Slowly kneeling between his legs. Sucking in a deep breath, she revealed the black journal. "Just hear me out okay?" She said smiling as his eyebrows shot up. "I am a pretty firm believer that writers write. And if you don't write, then you're just a thinker with an idea." She said as he took the journal, a small smile playing on his lips. "And I know you are a man of few words, so I thought maybe you might like something like this?" Doubt slowly crept into her mind when he just kind of stared at her amusement clear in his eyes.

"Would you still consider me a badass, if you knew I wrote in a journal?" He teased, smiling at her.

She quickly covered her mouth, but she could do nothing to hide the smile in her eyes. 'God she's beautiful.' Shaking his head what the fuck was wrong with him?

"I think it would make you even more of a badass Daryl Dixon." She whispered shocked again by how sultry her words sounded leaving her lips.

Daryl sucked in a breath as his name rolled off her sexy tongue, looking into her big blue eyes he felt his hands find her hips once more. Sending pleasant shivers up her spine. Daryl watched in awe as she parted her full lips, then slowly biting the bottom.

She looked up at him through her lashes timidly. Like she was thinking about doing something she knew would get them both in trouble.

They had to stop now before he did something crazy like kiss her back. Thankfully her stomach was on the same page. As it seemed to pick the very last second to decide to growl. "You ready to eat?" She blinked a couple of times before she nodded. Standing up then grasping his hand when she realized he was waiting for her to help pull him up. As soon as their flesh made contact she got warm again, his hand was warmer than she expected and a little rough. She couldn't help but think about how it would feel against her sensitive flesh. Blinking away that thought she looked up at him.

"Yea," she left her hair down, letting the sunshine and wind dry it. Pulling out the food pack she quick went to work opening the two cans. Spaghetti-O's and green beans. She giggled to herself as she took in their meal. Spaghetti-O's had never been her favorite growing up. But now they were almost a specialty. Anything that differed from beans and peaches were considered luxuries. Handing Daryl the fake spaghetti, she sat down on her knees in the soft grass. The birds chirping in the distance caused her to smile. It was almost too much. Too much good at one time. She pushed the thought away of it being too good to be true. Because naturally, especially now, if something seems too good to be true it normally was. But right here right now she wouldn't change a thing.

"So you'll start writing?" She asked shyly. Peeking a glance up at him. He had his right knee up his elbow laying over it. The can of spaghetti in his hand.

He gave her a half grin, "I dunno. We'll see." Honestly he didn't know. He always thought it was silly of her to record anything that happened in this messed up world. But with Beth, she always saw the best in everything. Something he never could do. But she, she made him want to see the good in things. Even if he didn't honestly know how to. She made him want to try. And he didn't know if that fact should scare him or piss him off.

Beth gave him a triumphant smile. He didn't completely tell her no. They sat in silence, while they ate. Neither needed to feel the need to fill the space.

Once they finished their meal, Daryl stood up. Gathering the rest of their stuff, he handed Beth her backpack. She took a long pained glance back at the water and reluctantly followed Daryl onto the trail.

Daryl watched her face fall as she turned her back on the water. Nudging her with his shoulder, "We'll come back one day. Don't worry." The smile that broke out on her face was worth the future gas. 'Jesus what the fuck is wrong with me?' Sighing to himself he slowly approached the bike, wheeling it out into the open.

Their ride back was quiet, but peaceful. She breathed in his masculine scent, sighing as she squeezed her arms tightly around his waist. Giggling to herself when he tensed up. Rick, Maggie and Michonne were waiting when they finally arrived back at the prison.

"Everything go well?" Maggie asked all but dragging her off the bike and into a hug. Beth giggled, trying to push her away.

"Yes!" She squealed, pulling her bag off of her shoulders.

"I am so glad you are okay." she looked over her shoulder at Daryl. "Thank you for keeping her safe."

Daryl actually chuckled, "You think I'd be stupid enough to come back if somethin happened to her? I ain't got a death wish." He flashed he a quick smile and started walking towards the prison. The black journal in hand.

Beth giggled once more, innocently biting her lip as she watched him walk away. Her sister raised an eyebrow at her, then looked quickly over to Daryl. Shaking her head, she kissed Beth's head. Smelling the strawberry shampoo.

"You washed your hair!" Maggie exclaimed, turning back to her little sister. Envy clear in her eyes. Rick had mentioned they would be clearing the shower room soon but yesterday couldn't be soon enough. Beth flashed her a quick smile before she chased after Daryl.

"Thank you for taking me out today. It really means more than you know." She said shyly. Her hair falling around her shoulders. She hadn't bothered to put it back up.

"Don't mention it."

Daryl continued up the stairs, feeling Beth's eyes the entire way.

She couldn't have been more turned on by his 'I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks attitude' He handled everything like it was how he had planned it from the start. Daryl raised his eyebrow and gave her an amused small smile before disappearing into his cell. Shaking his head, 'I really need to stop! Poor thing, what if she actually tries something?' He didn't think she actually would, she was always so shy..

"She taste as sweet as she looks?" Merle's voice bringing him back to reality. Breaking the fantasy of her actually making a move. Merle laid casually on the top bunk.

"Would you just shut up?" He had dealt with this shit his whole life you'd think he would be used to it, but something snapped when he talked about Beth. Merle was sexist as hell and had no respect for anyone. How he managed to get any woman in bed was a pure mystery. Though Daryl knew a lot of them did it for coke. But still.

"What little brother? You gotta piece of that, dincha?" Daryl set his jaw. "With the pretty gifts," He motioned to the journal sticking out of his back pocket. "She's practically begging for it! And you're tryin to tell me that you didn't even get a taste? Have I taught you nothin?"

"I said, shut the fuck up!" Daryl growled, dragging Merle off the bunk to pin him hard against the wall.

"Oh, you got the sweets on that sweet ass."

"Fuck! Just stop! I'm old enough to be her daddy! It is not happening!"

"But you're not her daddy baby brother,"

"Merle!"

"Just sayin! I'd love to take her off your hands if you don't want it. Bet she's a virgin too!"

"Merle!" His older brother threw his hands up, "She deserves more than some old dirty redneck!

"I was just sayin!" Storming out of the cell, Daryl swore under his breath. He should have hit him. Shaking he stormed out of their cell avoiding everyone's eyes. He was liable to kill the next person to who even mentioned her.

So first off I want to say thank you for all of the follows and reviews! I can not tell you all how much they mean to me! Second the song, was Want to by Sugarland

Third the line "I am a firm believer that writers write. And if you don't write, then you're just a thinker with an idea." was told to me by Arrowsandangels!

Thanks again for all of the positive reviews!