Hello everyone! I would like to thank you all for your lovely reviews! Just so you all know, i'll be taking inspirations from songs that I feel would have been perfect depictions of Daryl and Beth if they weren't in a zombie apocalypse as well as songs that can apply during it. Enjoy the following update and keep on reviewing with suggestions and what not.

Note: When you see things written in italics like this: I wonder what I should say.. That is the character thinking. You will see a lot of that since both Beth and Daryl are relatively private people and think far too much in my opinion. Hopefully no one is confused on that and if so, message or leave it in a review so I can explain it more. Song lyrics will be in italics and quoted. Usually they will set the mood for each chapter.

Chapter 1: Video games

~~~~~~~~~2 weeks ago~~~~~~~~~

"Swinging in the backyard, Pull up in your fast car whistling my name. Open up a beer And you say, "Get over here And play a video game." -Lana Del Rey "video games"

Beth was finally taking a break from watching baby Judith when she decided to walk around the prison. She quietly slipped past the big metal cell block doors unnoticed and out to the courtyard. She pushed her hair behind her ears as a soft breeze licked at her skin. She could tell by the coolness that winter was slowly approaching. Her bright big eyes scanned over the perimeter, or what she could see, and allowed her eyes to stop on a image that shouldn't have caused her to react. She watched as Daryl finished cleaning up his motorcycle. His muscles stretched across his tanned arms and his experienced hands wiped down the dirt he spotted here and there. Licking her lips, Beth was determined to speak to him. For a couple of months they bonded over lil asskicker, as he calls Judith. She wanted a closer bond. She wanted to connected with him on a deeper level.

Looking down at her outfit, she frowned as she analyzed what she was wearing. She had on a lace camisole under her pale pink cardigan. Her long legs were barely covered by a pair of jean shorts. She wore her brown doc marten boots and she wondered why her thigh highs were folded down to her ankles. If she wanted to gain some respect as a woman and some attention from Daryl she'd have to play it risky. Stripping her cardigan off, Beth tousled her blonde hair and tugged her thigh highs up. Shaking off her nerves, for now, the blonde tried to picture a scenery less gory and more... normal. Walking towards the man at work, she swallowed thickly and thought of what to say to him. Hey Daryl, why don't you polish me up like ya do with that bike. Blushing tremendously, Beth shook her head as the heat rose up on her cheeks and she clasped her hands together. Oh Jesus Christ, please banish these sinful thoughts from my head.

Turning around, Daryl noticed a small blonde standing a couple of feet from him. She was standing on the dirt slope that led to the gates. To him. Shifting his weight and squinting his eyes, he analyzed the situation at hand. Why was Beth standing there? And was she praying? The fuck? What is she wearing!? Daryl fumbled to get a cigarette as he saw the blonde approaching him. He tried not to look at the way her shorts slightly rose higher on the pale white thighs that barely experienced a year over 18. Her small chest slightly bounced as she came into full view. If there's a god up there can ya please take this girl and place her back in the cell block 'fore I make a fool of 'mself. Turning his lower body slightly in the direction of the bike, Daryl eagerly inhaled the toxic yet relaxing smoke as Beth came to a halt.

"Hey Daryl."

"Beth." The man exhaled as the girl licked her lips and carefully thought of what to say.

"First time i've seen your bike that clean. Long day?"

Nodding quietly, Daryl rubbed the back of his neck and coughed awkwardly.

"Yeah I um.. bored really. No need ta go on a run, no real dangerous walkers threatening ta blow the fence apart so I guess this is what i'm stuck with." Nodding, Beth shifted her weight and suddenly felt self-conscious of her look. Her thoughts were interrupted as Daryl asked her a question.

"Why ya out 'ere? Lil asskicker sleep or somethang?"

The blonde nodded and straightened her shoulders out unconsciously presenting her chest to the older man. Coughing out, Daryl dropped the cigarette and smushed it with his boot. He knew Beth was shy but sometimes it was painful talking to her. She locks herself away and he's not one for comfort or even having long conversations.

"Daryl I want to ride you-" Beth was cut off mid sentence when a fly quickly passed her, startling her. Unbeknownst to Daryl, all he heard was "Daryl I want to ride you.." Quickly stepping back. he shook his head and spoke a little harsher than normal.

"Watch yer mouth little girl. Yer daddy wouldn't approve of that. Plus I ain't no crib rocker!" With that said, he stormed off to the prison, leaving a shocked and confused Beth in his wake.

"I just wanted to ride your bike one day.."

Phew! This chapter was a bit rushed so I apologize for the sloppiness and any grammatical errors. I barely got any sleep and i'm stressing without any tea. I hope you guys still enjoy this and continue to read this thing i'm calling a story. xD