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Chapter 4 -

They pulled apart and that was when Daryl knew. Beth Greene was going to be the death of him

Daryl pulled away and looked at Beth, he looked terrified like he had just seen a ghost. "Beth- I... I shouldn'-" he stumbled, his eyes wild.

"Daryl. It's fine." Beth reassured him, running her fingers up and down his forearms in approval.

"No Beth. Wha' would yer daddy say? Maggie, Rick, It's just wrong." He rambled on, his thoughts coming out in a disorganised fashion. Daryl lowered his head and Beth didn't understand what the problem was.

"Daryl... Look at me, please." His head reluctantly lifted and his eyes gazed into hers, the fear and rejection swimming around in his eyes. "It's fine. Daddy respected you, so much. You are a good man, Daryl Dixon. Everyone else knows so too." She smiled, encouraging him to accept what had just happened.

"Naw Beth. Can' happen again." He stated before walking towards the door pf the room. "C'mon we best go eat." Daryl looked ashamed and Beth couldn't understand why, she was going to kiss him anyway and she wanted to kiss him. She nodded and followed him out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

It Was relatively dark now; Daryl and Beth were sat next to each other at the small table, making a feast out of the jelly jars and coke bottles on the table. Daryl now had a spoon and Beth was writing something. Neither of them had mentioned the kiss.

Smiling, she stated "I'm gonna leave a thank you note." There was a brief silence before Daryl spoke.

"why?" He asked, his eyebrows arched in confusion.

"For When they come back... If they come back." Beth replied, her voice dropping a tone at the thought of what could of happened to the people.

"Maybe ya don' have ta leave that." Daryl gestured towards the note she was scribbling on. Beth stopped what she was doing and glanced up and over at him. "Maybe we can stick around here for a while" Beth raised her eyebrows. "Maybe nuts but... If they come back, I'll handle 'em."

Beth looked at him, a smile creeping onto her face when she thought about how far Daryl had come. He didn't have any faith before they were in the moonshine shack and after burning down his past, he seemed to be a whole different person. "So you do think there are still good people around... What changed your mind?" She asked.

"You know..." Daryl felt his cheeks get warm and looked down at his jelly.

"What?" She laughed lightly.

"I-unno." He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Don't 'I-unno'" she mimicked, "what changed your mind?"

Beth was looking over at him with her big doe eyes and he knew he wasn't good with words. He didn't want to say the wrong thing or be sappy. He just looked at her, hoping she would receive the message.

Daryl just gazed towards Beth. She was confused at first but then it clicked. She was the reason he believed in good people. She was unsure whether he was implying he had feelings for her or if he didn't mean her at all, but she wan't going to question him now.

"Oh." She spoke breathlessly, staring back at Daryl intently.

There was a rattle of tins followed by a dog bark that came from outside of the house and Daryl could see the hint of disappointment crossing her features. "Damn dog." He muttered under his breath." He got up and walked over to the front door and without thinking, he opened it. He was immediately faced with a herd of walkers moaning, scratching and clawing their way towards him and he yelled for Beth.

Beth limped out quickly with his crossbow and threw it towards him which he caught, swiftly. "Run!" He told her.

"I'm not gonna leave you!" She shouted over the walkers.

"I'll meet ya outside! Jus' go!"

Beth ran out the back and Daryl let the herd in and lead them down the stairs which was a basement that was obviously the funeral parlour. There were tools and a large table in the room and he was shooting his arrows in the process of leading them away, which had clearly led him to a dead end- literally. He shot the closest ones and used the table as leverage to hold the walkers away. They were reaching out to him but the table stopped them from getting him entirely. Thinking quickly, he darted under the table and ran before they could catch him, up the stairs; killing any stray walkers that were in his path. Once he was into the hallway, he went straight towards the kitchen door and swung it open, running around the back of the funeral home with his crossbow in his back and a few walkers chasing behind him.

"Beth! Beth!" He was damn near screaming frantically, trying to find her. He could not lose her too.

He got to the front of the house and noticed she was nowhere to be seen. He walked further out; close to the road and his heart dropped when he saw her bag, that had clearly been dropped wit all the contents falling out, on the floor. He turned when he heard a screech and that was when he saw it. The black car that had a white cross on it that was speeding away. He started to run after the car but realised it was no use. When the car turned the corner, he popped his bones and contracted his muscles until he was on all fours; running through the line of trees on the side of the road, behind the car.

Daryl could see the car and was following it. However, the car was coming to a stop. Daryl hid inside of the bushes, out of sight. He watched the scene before him play out but was ready to run incase the car took off again.

A few minutes had passed even though it felt like hours. Beth emerged from the car looking awfully nervous. He hoped that she had planned this for a distraction. Then a man opened his car door, he looked to be in his fifties; he had a beer belly, and didn't look too sharp and was holding a gun.

"Hurry up, blondie! We ain't got all day. The boss'll be happy to see what I snagged. Might even be lucky to have a go on you second!" He snarled, chuckling darkly. Daryl growled. A low rumble coming from his throat; in this form it was more prominent that it was a growl. The thought of Beth being raped made him sick to his stomach. Beth appeared to be stopping for a 'bathroom break' and he could see her looking nervous as she pulled the knife out of the holster on her jeans and shakily held in in her palm.

"Where ya gone, ya stupid bitch?" He sneered as he came from around the car and walked in the direction that she went.

Daryl found it extremely helpful and amusing that he was stupid enough to let her leave his sights; he knew she was going to attack her kidnapper. He was slowly stepping towards them, to Beth, when she crept out from behind a tree and in one swift movement, she striked. Stabbing him in the neck just as he reached for her. He groaned and slowly fell to the ground. She backed away from him when he reached out again and just caught her ankle.

Daryl ran forward and Beth jumped but then relaxed when she was able to recognise the glistening fur and the piercing blue eyes in the moonlight surrounding them. He dragged the man away from Beth and was fiercely attacking him. Beth was slightly scared of what he was doing but kept reminding herself that it was Daryl to know he would never hurt anyone he cared about. Once it was over the wolf turned and glanced up at her, concern filling his face once he noticed the gash on her cheek and the bruises that decorated the pale skin on her arms. He made a small whimper like sound and she crouched down and cupped his head. "I- I thought he was gonna-" the tears that had collected in her eyes were now falling down her cheeks and he placed his head further into her neck as a comforting gesture. He could smell her scent and felt a mixture guilt and relief knowing that she was still here and he managed to get to her in time.

The fur was soft on her skin and she relished in the moment. She lulled back slightly and stroked his back softly. "I knew you'd find me." She said, giving him a small smile. He nodded and she stood up, looking around as she realised that she had no idea where she was. She turned back towards her companion before he scurried off. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, before she heard the sound of bones cracking and muscles changing shape. "Daryl?" She winced.

There were a few rustling sounds before he emerged from the bushes and was peering around a tree that covered most of his body. Beth realised he was naked and felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks. Daryl had an arm stretched out towards her; silently asking for some of his clothes. Beth zipped open her reclaimed bag and handed him a shirt and some of his dark jeans.

Once Daryl had changed, he stepped out in front of her and Beth threw herself at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. She had nuzzled her head into his neck and Daryl just breathed in her sweet scent.

Beth peered up to look at Daryl; before lowering her gaze to his lips and back up again but before he could protest, she crashed her lips against his. Daryl was shocked, really shocked and part of him wanted to pull away but he felt an overwhelming sensation wash over him; it was too much for him to give a damn.

"Daryl..." She breathed. Daryl sighed softly after hearing his name tumble from her lips. His tongue ran over her bottom lip, begging for entry which she gladly obliged to. Their tongues were tangled together before Beth pulled away to look into his eyes.

"I wanna be with you, Daryl. I don't want anything else.." She spoke, confidently.

"But Beth, we- I'm not-" Beth pressed her fingers lightly to his lips, smiling slightly.

"Shh. Daryl Dixon you are one stubborn man." She playfully swatted him on the arm.

"Says you." He smirked and she fake gasped.

"When I want something, I won't stop until I get it." She grinned. "Do you want me, Daryl?" She asked with innocence.

After a while, he reluctantly nodded. "I'm double yer age Beth, yer Daddy wouldn't lik-" Beth cut him off again.

"Daryl.. I ain't a little girl anymore." She huffed in annoyance.

"God Beth ya ain't gotta tell me, I know. I see ya every day." He reassured her. "But I ain't got nothin' ta give ya. Ya deserve better th-"

"No Daryl. I deserve someone good, someone who can protect me, someone who cares and is attractive..." She trailed off, smiling at him. "I deserve you. And you deserve good things too, Daryl."

He blushed and bowed his head in embarrassment. "You hit yer head again?" He managed to ask, chuckling.

"No Daryl. You are attractive... But god I'm not about to have this conversation with you." She laughed.

"Yer too good fer me, Beth."

"Daryl. I'm gonna remind you every day that you are a good person. You deserve good things and that you are good for me. I need you, Daryl." She said before kissing the corner of his mouth.

"I need you jus' as much as ya need me." He stated, clearly out of his comfort zone. Beth smiled and reached down to interlock their fingers. Daryl squeezed his hand around hers and ran his thumb across the back of her palm.

"So where we headed?" Beth glanced over at Daryl.

"Well I rekon tha' Rick woulda headed fer Terminus as a meetin' point. So we should head in tha' direction." Beth nodded and the both made their way to the train tracks.