"What are you doing here girly?"

I turn to see Daryl, his cross bow hanging in his hand.

"Nothin'"

I slowly start to move backwards trying to make it less noticeable with each movement.

"Doesn't look like nothing"

I bump into the wall of the cell and jump with a fright, not yet noticing how far I had actually gotten.

He holds a smirk on his face and chuckles at my reaction.

"So, we're you looking for me?"

His mood changed to more quiet and serious and I start to panic as he moves closer.

"I just...I..."

I stutter until he cuts me off.

"Just spit it out princess"

I try to think fast and turn the conversation back on him.

"Aye! Don't call me princess! I work just as hard as anyone here and you have no right to call me that you...you..." My face brightens up as I try to think of a insult. "...dick!"

His face has a slightly shocked look before changing into a stiff and furious expression.

"Hmmm, never thought I would hear such foul language from a pretty little barbie like yourself"

I huff and attempt to storm off out of the cell but barely make it to the opening before he grabs my wrist.

"Don't come in my cell again. Got it princess?"

I pull my wrist from his grasp and turn my back to him, retreating to help carol with dinner.

-2 hours later-

I walk around the base of the prison along the fence thinking about how infuriatingly innocent and useless everyone thinks I am.

"Argh! I just don't understand."

I kick a piece of grass before realising how childish that was.

"Hmmmph"

A low chuckle has me turning around quickly and losing my balance before landing in the arms of...none other than daryl Dixon.

"Evenin' princess"

"I told you not to call me that!" Tears start to well in my eyes.

I try to hide it but eventually they start to fall, all whilst he is looking at me...

He raises his hand and removes the tears that have rolled down my cheek. I still completely and my breathing comes to a halt.

"What's wrong Darlin'?"

"I just... Why?!" I struggle my way out of his grasp and place my hands on my hips as I face him.

"Why must everyone treat me like such a fragile and pathetic girl? I don't get it I try so hard! I take care of Judith, I help Carol cook and clean! And yet here I am being called 'princess' and 'barbie'."

With a bored face he simply says "enough."

Confused I speak once more, "what?"

"Beth Greene, you are not a girl you are a woman. You work hard in all areas and make one hell of a meal..at least for a zombie apocalyptic world. You are strong and you have the ability to change the world. Calling you princess and barbie does not portray what kind of a person you are. It is simply a nickname I give you because you are blonde, blue eyed and have the rosiest cheeks I have ever seen in my life. So, enough. Do not say anymore about you being useless, because I can guarantee you, you're not."

And before I could even reply he bent his head down and placed a kiss on my forehead.