Okay, so here's the next chapter. Hope you like this better because the last one was not my finest work.

Beth awoke the next morning with a harsh groan as she closed her eyes to repel the sunlight. Her head felt as if it was being shot at by one of Daryl's bolts and then repeated multiple times. She wanted to stay inside her sleep for a while longer before she was forced to face the new day.

"I know you're up, girl, get your ass up an' moving." Daryl's harsh voice muttered beside her as he dropped something close to her head.

Beth groaned again, tempted just to stay there and see how long she could get away with it. Probably not long; knowing Daryl he'd want to keep moving and get going soon. Sighing, Beth pushed herself up off the ground; her eyes still closed, and rubbed her hands over her birds nest like hair. Finally her eyes opened, she regretted it instantly. The sun was shining bright; the grass was sparkling with moisture causing a sparkle off them. Her eyes burned and her head cracked. She wanted to die.

"Mmm, too bright." She whined, standing up from her spot on the ground.

"You wanted a drink; you have to deal with the after effects." Daryl informed her in his lazy southern drawl. That drawl did things to her. She'd never tell him that, though, didn't need to inflate his ego. Moving away from the camp, she found a good place to squat for the bathroom, and quickly returned. She watched him as he moved around the camp, building up the fire to cook whatever he had caught while hunting that morning before she woke. "What's on the menu for today?" She asked, sitting down and pulling her bag over to her.

"Two squirrels an' nother snake." He grinned. They'd had problems finding squirrel lately and honestly, she missed it. Looking up with him, she matched his smile. He was such a good hunter. She was grateful to have been able to escaped with him over other people. As much as she would have loved to be with her sister, her father, baby Judith, and everyone else Daryl was the only one she felt extremely safe with.

After hearing Daryl open up to her the night before Beth had wanted to do something for him; burning down the place that reminded him so much of his sad childhood seemed like a good idea. He had looked happiest than she'd seen him in a while. She felt happy she could give him that feeling. When he had gone off at her during never have I ever she had been worried, sad, and even a little scared. He'd wanted to shoot a walker for target practice. But when he had held her next to him, she couldn't help how nice he felt against her, or how tight he held her to his body.

Thinking back to the game, she couldn't believe some of the things he told her, or said to her. He'd never eaten frozen yogurt? OR gotten a gift from Santa Claus? She wondered, if they were still alive, she could get do something about that in the winter. "So, you've never eaten Fro-yo?" She spoke, holding her head in her hands. God she was never drinking again.

He looked over at her and just shrugged, holding the snake over the fire. "I bet I can find you some." She joked, looking up at him, and then grabbing her head in pain again. "Dear lord, will this pain ever end?" Beth heard him chuckle slightly. "I'm never drinking again, ever. Especially not moonshine. Should have kept to the peach schnapps stuff before you had the chance to smash it," She mumbled, glaring at Daryl playfully.

"Ya, like I'da let you drink that pussy ass girly drink." He shot back, turning the meal over the fire. Beth grinned at him, liking the fact he was now speaking with her, instead of just ignoring her out right. She enjoyed it, more than she should perhaps, but it made her feel more safe to speak with him, joke with him, enjoy the hell they were in. "You hungry?" He grunted, looking back to her.

She nodded her head. "A bit, yeah." She scooted closer to his place by the fire, watching as he slowly turned the meet over a few more times before taking it off the fire, satisfied it was done.

"You ain't feeling sick or nothing, are ya?" His head turned slightly towards her, pulling the stick with him to give her the meat.

"Worried about me, Dixon?"

"Naw, girl, just don't wanna waste all this meat if 're just gunna hurl it up." She shoved him slightly, playfully. They ate in silence, listening to the quiet forest around them, fully alert for any passing walkers or people.

Throughout the meal, Beth kept thinking back to him holding her close to him, the bow held out in front of them, aimed at the walker they'd been killing. It wasn't the most enjoyable way for her to kill one of them, but he had made a point. She didn't know how to fire a crossbow- currently their best weapon of protection. She did rely on him for protection, and a lot of other things also. She wanted to be able to do more, help more. Yes, she could start a fire, take down a walker or two but Daryl could do more.

Soon, their meal was done. Beth stood and snuffed out the fire with some dirt before walking over to where his bow sat, well within his reach, and picked it up. It was heavier than she'd expected, although she'd never really used one before she could see why it would be Daryl's weapon of choice. It was quiet, easier to aim than a gun, and you could always make more bolts, you couldn't make more bullets.

"Your offer to teach me to shoot still open for conversation?" Looking down she saw him watching her, or more so, watching his bow.

"Why?" He took another bite of his meal although there was not much left of it.

"I think it would be helpful for me to learn. And I wanna learn how to track."

He dropped the bones from his food down and stood up, whipping his hands on his pants as he did. "Why?" He asked again.

"I just told you." She raised her eyebrows at him, not knowing what else she could say.

"No, you just told me why I would want to teach you, not why you want to." He moved closer to her, reaching for the bow, but she pulled it out of his reach, taking a step back from him in the process.

"Because I want to help," She looked up at him. "Does it matter why? Can't you just teach me?" She looked into his face, looking for anything other than the blank look he was giving her, she felt like she was being studied for his own purposes. "Just teach me, please?"

Daryl moved suddenly, grabbing the bow out of her hand and shoving it over his back, while still backing her up against the nearest tree. "If you want me to teach ya, fine; but we do it my way. And my way means you don't touch my bow without me sayin' so. Clear?" She nodded up at him "And you never aim the damn thing at me, cause if you shoot me I will kick your ass. You hear me?"

"Yeah, I understand." Beth was smiling slightly. She'd heard about all the times Daryl had threatened to shoot people with an arrow up the ass. She did not want to be on the end of one of those arrows.

"Good, come on." Daryl walked away from her, grabbing the bottle of water they had from the ground and tossed it at her. "Let's clean this shit up. Then we can start."