So guys I don't know if I should make Beth turn into a wolf at some point to mix it up a bit, inbox me your thoughts? Hope you like the chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a while!

Chapter 5 – I'm yours and you're mine

Daryl and Beth had been walking for a few hours and the sun was starting to set. Noticing that Beth was trying to stifle her yawns, Daryl stopped and turned to face her. "Need ta find a place to stay fer the night."

Beth looked up towards him, their eyes locking for a split second. "Yeah, are we gonna set up camp?"

"Naw. There's a cabin along these tracks, m'thinking we should go there." He explained, gesturing towards the horizon where the sun was setting, further along the tracks. Beth nodded abs they continued their journey.

Beth assumed Daryl was being his usual surly, quiet self because of the kiss they had shared when Daryl had rescued her. She assumed that it was because he had decided that he wasn't good enough, or that he was too old, or maybe even because he was half wolf which is ridiculous. She had known Daryl since the group came to their farm; she knew him as Daryl Dixon. The redneck who had a gruff exterior yet had a good heart deep down. She was not going to judge him now, he was a good man.

Breaking the deafening silence between them, Beth spoke. "Daryl?" To which he gave a soft grunt in acknowledgement.

"Does it hurt? I mean- turning into a wolf?" She asked.

"Nah. Y'Jus' get used ta it." It hurts when he feels his bones cracking and popping in all sorts of places and his muscles aching as they change form, but he was never going to admit that to her.

"Oh.. S'Just that the sounds that you make when you change... It doesn't sound... pleasant."

Daryl shrugged. "S'not the nicest a feelin's but can' do nothin' 'bout it so.."

"How long have you been one?" She said, smiling softly towards him.

"Wha's this, 20 questions?" He said curtly. "Since I remember. C'mon, we need ta keep movin'" He shrugged it off and started walking slightly faster. Beth also sped up to catch up to him and stopped when she was in line with him.

"Daryl! What the hell is wrong with you?" She snapped at him.

"Wha' you on girl? Ain't nothin' wrong wit' me." He sneered.

"You're acting like an asshole, Daryl. I think you are scared because you kissed me, and you're taking it out on me. It's bullshit!" Beth shouted, raising her hands in the air as a gesture.

"Is that what you think?" He asked, incredulously.

"That's what I know." She said confidently, crossing her arks over her chest, glaring up at him. Daryl leaned in so that he was only inches away from her face.

"I ain't afraid of nothing."

"Well kiss me then." Beth said, boldly. He stared at her for what felt like an eternity before she scoffed and continued. "That's what I thought. I know you look at me and you see another dead girl. I'm not Michonne, I'm not Carol, I'm not Maggie, but I survived and you don't get it 'cause I'm not like you or them, but I made it! And you don't get to treat me like crap just because your afraid-" she was cut off by Daryl smashing his lips onto hers.

The kiss was messy and unbalanced, but Beth moaned into his mouth and he placed one of her face so that it was cupping her jaw, the other on the small of her back. She placed her hands around his neck. The kiss became more passionate, more needy. Their tongues were battling for dominance and she elicited a small, breathy sigh from eventually broke apart; their foreheads resting against one another's, breathing softly.

Daryl stepped a few paces back and looked at Beth, shyly. Looking at his face, there was a mixed expression held there. His eyes were fill of lust yet he looked shocked and slightly nervous. "Shit. I'm sorry- I shouldn't-"

"Daryl, Stop. I wanted you to kiss me." She interrupted, effectively silencing him.

"No Beth, we can't do that again. You shouldn't want that, ya deserve better than some redneck asshole. Yer Daddy would shoot my ass." He said, his voice still gravelly

"No. Daryl, you don't get to decide what I deserve, I want you, Daryl Dixon. You are a good man. My Daddy respected you- we all respected you. You have done so much for this group and you are not a redneck asshole. I want to be with you." She said, smiling as she traced her fingers up and down his forearm.

"But why me? Ya could wait fer someone yer own age."

"Because I want you, Daryl. I don't want anyone else. You can't change that. You can track, hunt, you protect me, and I am attracted to you." She said, biting her lip as she blushed.

Daryl scoffed. "Ya hit yer head, Greene?"

"No." Beth giggled, playfully swatting his arm. "You're mine and I'm yours."

Daryl just placed his hand softly on her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "Ya sure Greene?"

"Yes Daryl. I'm sure. I can be your mate." She joked. He smirked at her and they carried on towards the cabin.

When they arrived at the cabin, the sun was just disappearing and it was fairly dark out. Daryl and Beth walked up towards the porch outside and Daryl put a hand in front of Beth.

"I'll clear it out." He mumbled. Beth nodded and he knocked onto the door, waited two minutes and then carried on inside. After a few minutes, Daryl appeared in the door. "S'Clear." Beth followed him inside.

"There's a bedroom upstairs an' jus' this room here." He motioned around the room with his hand.

"I'm tired, let's go upstairs." Beth said.

Daryl looked like he was in deep thought before he reluctantly followed her upstairs. When they both climbed the stairs, it appeared to be a loft bedroom that was very cosy and had a window that let in the light from the moon that had now started to rise. There was a double bed that looked extremely soft; Beth made her way around to the other side of the it and Daryl paused. "I'll take the floor."

"Daryl, we can share the bed. Nothing has to happen. And anyway, you keep me warm." Beth rolled her eyes, giggling at him. She removed her cardigan, her jeans, her socks and shoes and was left in a small tank and her panties. She turned around and found him staring at her with wide eyes. "Come on Daryl. You've seen me naked before." He cautiously removed his vest, his pants followed by his socks and shoes. At that point Beth had already slipped herself into the silky sheets, tucking herself in and watching Daryl intently. He also removed the covers and and got inside of the sheets; the weight shifted and Beth smiled lazily at him. Daryl hated t admit it but this was extremely comfortable.

Beth found it endearing, the way he looked at her. She scooted closer to Daryl and wrapped her hands around his torso, her head on his chest, listening to the slow rhythm of his heart, Feeling his warm, hard body. Daryl pulled her closer to him, if that was even possible. His head was resting atop hers and he could smell her scent; honey, vanilla and simply Beth. Running his hand through her hair and kissing the top of her head, he sighed contently. The heat was radiating between them and he couldn't get enough, enough of this petite blonde girl, enough of Beth Greene. He was shocked at first that she had actually wanted him; he was half wolf for christ sake.

Beth moved her head so that she was gazing up at Daryl; his musky scent of the outdoors, leather and something she couldn't place that was just so Daryl. He looked down at her vibrant blue eyes and Beth just kissed his chest traced lazy patterns all over his skin that was surprisingly soft. "Goodnight, Daryl." She pulled the duvet right up over both of them and snuggled up against him.

"G'night Beth. Sorry fer being a dick." He muttered after a pause. She reached down and interlaced their fingers, she squeezed his hands in reassurance.

After a while, her fingers slowed down their movements on him and her breathing evened out in a steady rhythm. He kissed her hair and felt himself drifting out of consciousness.

In the morning, the sun was shining through like a glistening path leading to the heavens. Beth's eyelids fluttered open and she stirred. Surprisingly, she had awoken first which was surprising for the hunter. She noticed that they had moved in their sleep; Daryl's head was placed in the crook of her neck that joined to her shoulder, she could feel his warm breath tickling her skin. He had also wrapped her into him a lot tighter and was snoring softly. Beth reached out to push his hair out of his eyes. She watched him for a moment before she decided to relish in the feel of Daryl holding her to him, before he woke up and pulled away. He must be having a deep sleep for a change for him to be still sleeping so peacefully.

She guessed about ten minutes had passed when she felt him stirring beside her. His eyelids were fluttering, like butterfly wings on her skin and she could tell he was awake now. Daryl mumbled something incoherent and moved his head slightly, wincing at the ache in his neck.

"Good Morning sleepyhead." Beth smiled at him, he looked exhausted, he resembled a teenager who had just been told they had to get up; pouting at her, which is unlike Daryl. He sighed and gave her a half smile.

"Mornin'" he said, his voice laced with sleep. He grabbed the cover and pulled it up and around him, nuzzling back into her neck.

Beth laughed at him, "you going back to sleep?" She asked as she ran her hands through his hair and tickled his side.

"Mmm. I wanna, M'tired."

"You feeling okay, Daryl?" Beth asked, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

"M'fine, S'jus' when I change a lot, I jus' need sleep s'all." Daryl explained. He didn't want to admit to her that he didn't feel too good, he didn't want to seem weak and be a burden. He just convinced himself that he was fine, and that he was just exhausted.

"Oh. Well go back to sleep for a bit then, I'll stay here." She smiled softly, continuing to soothe him by trailing her finger tips through his hair and over his puckered skin. He secretly loved the feel of her touching him like that, he was used to being defensive once it came to physical contact and feeling a burning sensation, but this felt like heaven. He fell asleep again and Beth vowed that she would take care of Daryl. She had developed strong feelings for him. She snuggled more against Daryl and continued to lie with him until he woke up.

A few hours had passed and Daryl had woken up again. He felt even worse this time and as soon as he started to stir again, Beth snapped her eyes to his. Beth knew something was wrong just by looking at him; his eyes were a lighter shade of blue and his skin had paled. Immediately she was concerned. Daryl looked up at her, trying to come across as normal as possible.

"Daryl, what's wrong?" Her eyes frantic, they had become huge.

"M'fine, Gonna go hunting." He told her before he was sat up, putting his boots on.

"Daryl… You can't go out if your sick!" She pleaded to him. "Please Daryl, Listen to me."

"I ain't sick, M'gonna get us some food 'cause if I don', we won' eat." And with that, he stood up to get dressed.

Once Daryl was fully clothed, he was moving towards the bedroom door.

"Daryl. This is ridiculous! We can skip one meal if it means that you won't make yourself worse!" Beth was raising her voice at him, trying to get him to turn back.

"I'll be back in a few hours." He said before he started to descend the stairs.

"Daryl Dixon!" She screamed before she set out to follow him, she hurriedly put on her jeans and threw on her sweater; forgetting her shoes as she all but ran after him. She just hoped and prayed that he didn't change into a wolf and run off into the woods because he knew she would follow him otherwise. If he changed form, he could make himself worse off and Beth couldn't chase him, she was nowhere near as fast. Being sick in the zombie apocalypse was not something to take lightly, Daryl was just stubborn. She couldn't let anything happen to him, she could not lose Daryl, he was all she had left and she loved him way too much.