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When they were alone and relatively safe, Daryl would let Beth get away with a lot. Stupid, silly domestic things that he never thought that he would participate in. But, there was something about her, about how comfortable they were with each other, that lured him into letting her get away with it. That's how he found himself with a head full of shampoo bubbles and Beth attempting to shape his hair into a mohawk, smiling and laughing. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were both naked, in water up to her shoulders, him bending his knees so that they were at the same level. Maybe it had something to do with the way she would smile and laugh, like she was assuring him it wasn't a crime to be happy. Whatever it was, he never thought it would be like this. As she pulled his hair through her hands, starting from the top of his head and pulling up, she leaned in and kissed him. Just a quick peck on the lips, teasing and fun. "You ever tell anyone about this, Greene, I'll cut that braid you like so much right out of your hair."

She smiled and rolled her eyes, "You would never."

He narrowed his eyes, trying to look menacing. "Try me, girl. I ain't lying."

Daryl had decided to go on a run into a very small town close to where they had set up camp on their way to DC. The group had decided to stay off main roads, away from places that would have been heavily populated before the world ended, in order to avoid walkers and other humans. They were doing alright on supplies, but he didn't feel like sitting around camp, figuring out their next move anymore. He didn't trust this "mission" that mustache and mullet kept going on about. He knew Rick didn't exactly either. He was starting to feel antsy, so he decided to go on a quick run, scavenge whatever he could find, whatever could be useful to them in the long run. He told Rick he was leaving for a bit, walked over to Beth who was checking the walker traps on the perimeter, grabbed her hand quickly to get her attention and then dropped it, and nodded over to the car he had found a few days ago. "We're going on a run."

She just smiled at his blunt proposition. "Man, Daryl, you really know how to make a girl feel wanted."

He could feel a smile coming on. She always seemed to do that. Constantly giving him reasons to smile. Little things, like how she hummed to herself while cooking, or the way her face lit up when she was playing with Judith. He didn't know if he would ever get used to it. They had been together for a little while now, things had just felt natural between them. Good. They ate together, went hunting together when they could, slept together, in both senses of the word. Minus a few bumps in the road, and if he was being honest his insecurities and fears caused pretty much every one of them, everything had just come easily to them. But, he would never get used to wanting to smile so much.

They didn't get much time, just the two of them. But when they did, he savored every second. He liked that they didn't always have to talk. Silences between them weren't awkward. They were there, stretching between them, but they never made him feel uncomfortable and she never made him feel bad for not talking much. He wasn't much of a conversationalist. He liked that he could look at her a certain way and she would know what he was thinking, like she was reading his mind. He didn't know if he would get used to that either.

They had finished clearing one house, finishing in the bathroom. Rifling through all the cabinets and the shelves. Shoving bandages, ibuprofen, band aids, whatever could be useful in their bags. When he figured they had gotten everything, he turned to her. "You good?"

"I'm good." She nodded once, but didn't make to leave. Instead she just glanced over at the shower. It was one of those ones with the glass door, the ones you had to pull open and then close it behind you. He always thought those were annoying. What was so wrong with a shower curtain?

She let out a little sigh and leaned her head slightly to one side, she looked like she was seriously contemplating something. It was a shower, he didn't get it. Not much to contemplate. She surprised him when she spoke again, soft and calm. "You know what I never got to do?"

"Lotta stuff?" He joked with her. Another thing he didn't know if he would get used to.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Ha ha. Well yeah. But more specifically, I never got to take a shower with someone else." She looked down, seemingly inspecting the floor of the shower that she could see through the crack of the open door, avoiding his eyes. "Like, you always see that in the movies or on TV, I always figured I'd do it when I went to college or something like that."

He just looked at her the way that he did when she surprised him, coming out with one of her Beth thoughts, the type no one else really thought of anymore. Glancing at her from underneath his long hair, not taking his eyes off her.

She gave him a little half smile. One side of her mouth turning up. She shook her head like she was trying to get rid of the thought. "It's stupid."

"'S not stupid." He paused, then made up his mind. "We should do it." It wasn't stupid. This girl deserved to have some normalcy, or as close to normalcy as they could get now, in her life. He could give this to her. He wanted to.

She let out a little half-hearted laugh and gestured to the shower, "What? Where? Unless you know how to make this shower run again."

"Not here, there's a creek a little bit away from here. Saw it on the map. Haven't seen many walkers around here. Maybe we could get away with it."

And before he changed his mind and let the overprotective part of him take over and proclaim that this was a bad idea, he slid his crossbow over his shoulder, gathered the shampoo, conditioner, and soap from the shower and shoved it into his bag and left the bathroom.

When he made it into the hall, he realized she hadn't followed him. He turned around and peeked his head back into the bathroom. She was just standing there, with that look on her face that she gets when she finds proof of that good in the world that she still believes in, with that brilliant smile on her face that made his stomach flip. He teasingly shook his head at her, "You coming? Or you just gonna stand there the rest of the day?"

She laughed, smiling even bigger if that was possible. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming. Let's go." She made her way out of the bathroom, meeting him in the hall. "You really need to wash off all that grime anyway." She scrunched up her nose, "You're getting kinda gross."

He scoffed, feigning hurt. "Yeah, you ain't looking so good yourself, Greene." That was a lie. She always looked good. He had no idea how she could look so beautiful every day. She could be covered in walker guts, black thick blood on her shirt, dirt smeared on her face, and she would still have that glow around her that she always seemed to have.

They made their way back to the car and he drove in the direction he thought the creek was in. After a little exploring and scouting of the area, he parked off the side of the road and they got out. They hadn't seen any walkers during their trip. This area seemed pretty deserted. No one wanted to live this far out before the world went to hell. He scanned the woods, checking for any signs of danger, keeping his crossbow in front of him, as they walked out towards the creek and followed it a bit until it was deep enough.

They both stood there on the bank. The creek was clear and gentle, it looked perfect for this. He placed the shampoo and soap that he had grabbed from the shower on the bank. She looked at him expectantly. "Do you really think this is ok?"

He shrugged. "Maybe not, but we're doing it."

She wouldn't stop looking at him. "What if something happens and we have to get away fast?"

He looked at her like the answer to her question was glaringly obvious. "Whaddya think? We get out, grab our clothes and run to the car."

"Naked?"

He smirked at her, "Yeah, naked."

She laughed quietly then smiled her big smile again, biting her bottom lip in between her teeth. She quirked her eyebrow, like she made up her mind. "Ok, we're doing this." And without any more warning, she pulled her shirt off, folding it haphazardly and then placing it on the bank near the water, close enough to grab quickly if they had to. Her pants quickly followed. After they both got rid of their clothes, they walked in slowly, trying not to splash too much or make too much noise.

Yeah, this might have been a little bit stupid. He would probably be mad at himself later that he had been so careless with her, but for right now, he couldn't stop being overwhelmed by that feeling he got whenever he wanted to smile. Beth was smiling from ear to ear, whispering about how good the soap smelled and how this was way better than they made it look in the movies. She looked up at him, "Probably cause we have more room. You'd take up way more shower than I would."

He made sure he kept checking the banks, looking for any sign of movement in the forest, but there was nothing. Just him and Beth and her big smile lighting up his world. She insisted on shampooing his hair, and he dunked her under after she looked like she was going to laugh at his new hairstyle. When they were all done, their fingers turning into prunes, she stopped him from getting out and dragged him back to the deeper water where she stood.

Pulling him towards her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, winding her hands up through his now clean hair, and pressed her body into his. Resting her forearms on his shoulders, she shifted all her weight to rest on him as she slid her legs up to his hips, reveling in the way her smooth legs glided along the outsides of his. He grabbed her ass and she wrapped her legs around his hips and bent down to kiss him, long and deep. Pouring everything she felt about him into it. And when she pulled away she tipped his chin up with her small hand so that he was looking into her eyes. She brushed away the pieces of his hair that were stuck to his forehead, dripping water down his face. "Thank you." And she gave him another quick kiss. He could feel her smiling as she pressed her lips into his. "Thank you," she murmured again against his lips.

A/N: A little fluffy chapter. I hope you like it! If you have time/motivation/the desire to, please leave me a review and let me know what you think! It really makes my day when you guys leave me comments.