Beth was still shivering by the time they reached the bedroom and Daryl started to feel bad for forcing her back under the frigid water. He hadn't realized exactly how cold the water was until it hit his own skin and felt like small needles stabbing him all over. He attempted to keep her warm in the bathroom while patching up her wound by rubbing the towel across her skin to create friction, but it didn't seem to help.

"Put these on while I go find me somethin' ta wear. I'll help ya get a shirt on when I get back." Daryl insisted, holding out a pair of fuzzy purple flannels he found in a drawer. When she took them he gripped the towel around his waist and disappeared down the hall.

He returned only wearing a pair of boxers and Beth raised a brow as he shut the door behind him.

"Thought you were going to find something to wear?" She smirked.

Daryl stopped and looked down at himself, then back at her, shifting his weight slightly. "Everythin' else was dirty...didn't think ya'd want ya nice clean bed gettin' filthy." He cleared his throat. "I figured ya'd be warmer if I could hold ya...if it's a problem I can-"

"I'd like that." She cut him off, holding out the tank top she wanted to sleep in. Daryl didn't hesitate to take it from her. "Can we just pretend the past four days didn't happen?" Beth asked, moving when he needed her to lift her arm.

"Kind of hard ta ignore the new addition sleepin' in the next room over." He grumbled, pulling the tank top down over her stomach so it rest properly against her.

Beth sighed at his tone. "She's been trying to make up for what happened."

With a huff Daryl sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. The mattress dipped behind him before he felt her hand on his shoulder. "It's not just what she said ta us...we had a plan. Everythin' would of worked out at the coast, the others could of seen the signs like she did...Now we're headin' ta this place we know nothin' 'bout. Could be dangerous."

Beth kissed the side of his neck lightly hoping it would help him relax. "You don't know that. Sasha and Bob could already be there and so could the others. They could be safe."

"I do know that." He growled, closing his eyes at her touch. "Usually when somethin's too good ta be true, it usually is."

"Couldn't the coast be too good to be true?" She asked. She wasn't trying to argue, but she wanted to make a point that no place would ever be what they expected it to be. "The only way we'll ever find out if there's something better waiting for us is if we take that risk...if we give it a chance."

Daryl shifted to lay on his side and carefully pulled her to join him. He wrapped the covers around them once she was settled with her back against his chest and propped his head up with his hand to still be able to see her. "All I want is for ya ta be happy. I wanna give ya a life where we don't gotta worry all the time, don't have ta keep runnin'. Thought the ocean might be nice ta see...could find a house away from the rest where no one would bother us..." He left out the part where he wanted to see her standing in the sand with her hair blowing in the wind and a smile on her face. There was only so much a man could tell a woman before they looked like a complete pussy and he figured he already said too much.

Beth listened to him lovingly as he talked about the future he wanted for them. It made her heart ache in a good way that he put that much thought into something he truly wanted to share with her and the longer she thought about it, the more appealing his words became. The only problem was Maggie and it crushed her to think about losing her sister again. They may not of gotten off on the right foot with their reunion, but she knew Maggie and how hardheaded she could be. Beth saw her beating herself up everyday for how she treated Daryl and if given a bit more time, Maggie would be the same person Daryl had grown to care about back at the prison. Then she let her mind wander to the rest of their family...Judith especially, that little girl had a huge piece of her heart.

"What is it?" Daryl asked, having seen the moment her face shifted to sadness. He pushed her wet hair away from her neck and placed his lips against her shoulder, hoping her mood hadn't changed because of him.

Beth shut her eyes and shook her head. "Nothing." It was quiet for a moment before she drew in a deep breath and turned slightly to look at him over her shoulder. "We can all sit down together in the morning and discuss all this if you want. Can you behave long enough to do that?"

Daryl was glad Beth was finally considering other options. "Can we tie Maggie ta a chair first? She might be a tiny little thin', but shes pretty fuckin' scary when shes pissed."

Beth laughed, startling Daryl. She quickly bit her lip to stop herself. "The big bad Daryl Dixon afraid of my sister? Never thought I'd see the day." She said with a smirk.

Daryl growled and poked her side. "Did ya happen ta miss what the fuck she did ta my face?"

Beth giggled, her body jumping away from the touch. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

"Oh yeah?" Daryl said with a grin, moving her so she was laying on her back with him hovering over top. "An what ya expect ta do? Ya can barely even stand."

Beth crinkled her forehead like she was seriously thinking about it, causing Daryl to chuckle. "Guess we should wait a few days then..."

Daryl shook his head and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll try ta be nice alright? Ain't happy 'bout it though."

"I know." She said, bringing him back to her lips. "I love you."

"Love ya too." With that he buried his face against her neck and adjusted his body to not crush her. It wasn't the most comfortable position to sleep in, but at this point he was too tired to care. He was just happy to be this close to her again.

The unpleasant feeling that washed over Beth at waking up made her groan and it took her a moment to even realize what was going on. She rolled toward the voice that disturbed her sleep and blinked a few times before seeing Maggie standing in the doorway.

Maggie's eyes dropped to the floor upon entering the room, taking in more of Daryl than she expected. The sheet was low on his hips and his bare chest glowed in the sun light coming through the curtains making him hard to miss. The fact he was even in Beth's room surprised her. "It was getting late...just wanted to make sure you were alright. Made some breakfast if you're hungry."

Beth gave her a nod and Maggie slowly backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her in silence. When Beth rolled back over she smiled at Daryl still sleeping beside her. It was rare for him to sleep this late, but considering they didn't actually lay down until the sun was creeping up from behind the trees it was understandable he'd still be tired.

Unable to resist touching him, she slowly slid her fingers over the tight muscles of his stomach, watching as his lips parted and his breathing changed. She rubbed across the skin that was exposed at his hips, keeping her touches light. It was only a matter of time before her mind drifted to other things. The undeniable erection hiding behind his boxers suddenly more interesting than her current mission.

Daryl sucked in a breath when she palmed him through his clothes and she was instantly pleased with the reaction he gave her. When she slipped her hand under the material and wrapped her fingers around his length he twitched, shifting his hips slightly against her. She waited a second to make sure he wasn't going to wake up and began sliding her hand up and down over the soft skin. He started breathing heavier, the muscles in his stomach tightening with each stroke and when she flicked her thumb over the tip of his cock, he groaned and jerked awake. As quick as he lifted his head and opened his eyes, his hand was already over hers holding it still. He stared at her a moment with a dazed expression, then dropped his head back to the pillow. "Fuck." He panted, rubbing his free hand over his face.

"Morning." Beth said with a smile, her hand still trapped beneath his.

Daryl grunted and removed her from him gently. "Do I even wanna know what that was about?"

"Well..." She started by kissing his collar bone. "You see, I was thinking about getting up...then I remembered my ankle..." Next she trailed her lips up his neck. "Figured I needed your help and couldn't think of a better way to wake you."

Daryl slid his fingers down her side, caressing the small patch of exposed skin between her tank top and pants as he listened. "Liar." He blurted out when she was finished.

Beth dropped her head against his chest and chuckled. "So?"

Reminded of the looks she gave him when his body reacted to her in the bathroom he quickly took advantage of the opportunity to tease her. "Ya gave me shit all night about wantin' ya ass and now ya can't keep ya hands off me?"

She lifted her head, crawling up his body to nip his lower lip. "Is it pathetic you can still turn me on while you're sleeping?"

"A lil' bit." He answered with a grin then proceeded to kiss her properly. "Too bad we can't do somethin' 'bout it."

"And why can't we?" She asked, threading her fingers through his hair. Desire in her eyes.

"With Maggie in the house?" Daryl raised a brow. "Hell no."

Beth frowned. "She already knows you're in here."

"Don't mean she wants ta hear ya screamin' my name." He smirked when her mouth fell open and leaned forward to kiss the tip of her nose in an attempt to keep from laughing. "What?" He asked innocently.

Beth pushed on his shoulders when he sat up and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. "You've never made me scream your name."

Daryl ran his hands up her legs, feeling the soft material of her pants under his fingertips. "Ya just full of lies today ain't ya?"

"Maybe you should punish me for it." She said seductively, yelping when he smacked her on the ass and rolled them over so she was laying on her back. He thrust his hips against her aching center, still very much aroused himself and just as she reached to try and pull him closer he was moving away to stand. "Oh come on." Beth huffed.

Daryl shook his head and smiled. She was the one who wanted to be punished and he could do that by refusing to give himself to her. He took a minute to adjust himself in his boxers since he'd have to leave the room and didn't want to risk Maggie getting an eye full.

Maggie was in the kitchen at the table reading over a map when Daryl and Beth finally came out from hiding, breakfast suddenly a bit more appealing than laying in bed all day. Daryl had to carry Beth down the stairs to the lower part of the house to make sure she didn't cause further injury to her ankle, then assisted her through the living room with an arm around her waist when she insisted on walking the rest of the way. Maggie looked up from where she was sitting just as they entered.

"You alright?" Maggie asked, her brows furrowed. The limp in Beth's step concerning her.

Before Beth could respond Daryl was already starting with a sour attitude. "She almost got eaten last night, nothin' ya need ta worry 'bout." He grumbled.

Beth elbowed him in the ribs and he let out a sound of discomfort at the sharp contact. She didn't understand how how his mood could changed from being playful with her upstairs to bitter in a matter of seconds. "I'm fine." Beth informed her sister when she came over to inspect the damage.

"What happened?" Maggie asked, her expression quickly changing to guilt as she listened to Beth tell her about the close encounter. "I didn't...how could I not of heard?...I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

"It's fine, really." Beth responded, her words muffled due to Maggie wrapping her arms around her in a death grip. Beth had to reach up and push her back slightly to keep her from pressing against the wound on her shoulder. "I just wanna sit here and have a nice breakfast without having to think about what could of happened, alright?"

Maggie was hesitant at first, still worried, but forced a shaky nod and stepped away to drop back into her chair. Daryl shifted to sit beside Beth quietly once Maggie was finished being the protective big sister she was and Molly soon joined them by laying at Daryl's feet.

Breakfast was uneventful. The three of them sat at the table not saying a word to each other while trying to enjoy some oatmeal, canned fruit and powdered eggs in the most uncomfortable silence Daryl had experienced in a long time. It was Beth who finally made an attempt to start a conversation by clearing her throat. "Maggie?" She called, gathering her sisters attention. "Can we go over the plan again for where we're heading once I'm able to travel?"

Maggie's forehead crinkled. "You know the plan. We'll just be a few days behind while you heal, nothings changed."

Beth nodded, they had just recently discussed the path to take to Terminus the night before, but with Daryl's fears they really needed to talk about other options. "I think we should go over it again. Maybe take a step back and try to learn as much about this place as we can before getting any closer."

Maggie's eyes narrowed slightly in Daryl's direction before flashing back to Beth. "This is about the coast isn't it?"

"This is about making sure we stay alive." Beth defended.

Maggie slid the map over and sighed. "You've already made up your mind haven't you?"

"About what?" Beth asked, dropping her spoon back in the bowl that once held her oatmeal.

"Doing whatever it is he says." Maggie accused.

Beth reached down to place her hand on Daryl's thigh when she saw him tense and frowned at her sister. "Why would I waste my time coming to you if that were true?"

"Those signs are everywhere Beth. The others would want a safe place to go that was easy for the rest of us to find. We went over this yesterday, why the sudden change if it wasn't for something he said?"

"Stop talkin' as if I ain't sittin' right here." Daryl growled.

Beth shot them both a look and lifted her hand from Daryl's leg when he pulled away from her. "Will you two stop?!" Beth snapped, rubbing her hands over her face. She felt like she was trying to have a conversation with two toddlers.

"Look all I'm saying is we should go over our other options before jumping on one without looking in to it. You had no problem seeing our sign by the Terminus one." Beth looked at her sister. "Bob and Sasha know where you were heading and if they find the others there, they could always come after us if its safe."

Maggie picked at a napkin on the table, refusing to look up. "What makes you think Terminus isn't safe?"

"Where do I start?" Beth laughed sarcastically. "After Woodbury? The Governor? Who can we trust anymore, but ourselves? It's not impossible for us to find a place of our own and start over like we did at the prison."

"I have to find Glenn..." Maggie whispered.

"I'm not asking you to give up looking for him eith-"

"No you're asking me to leave you if I want to find him!" Maggie hissed, cutting her sister off.

"I never said that!" Beth yelled, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I want to find our family as much as you do, but I also want to stay alive long enough to do so."

Maggie glared at Beth, placing her hands on the edge of the table to push herself to stand. "Why do you even care? You already have the only person that matters to you by your side." She spat, walking out of the kitchen.

"Maggie!" Beth called, stumbling as she tried to go after her. Had it not been for Daryl's strong arm coming out to catch her she would of tripped over her chair and fallen to the floor. Taking a second to find her balance she pulled herself from Daryl's grip and limped into the living room where Maggie was sitting on the couch with her knees drawn to her chest.

"Why are you acting like this?" Beth asked, standing directly in front of her older sister. She couldn't see Daryl, but knew he wasn't more than a few steps behind.

Maggie lifted her head, wiping away a few stray tears that found their way down her cheeks. "It's not fair..."

"What isn't fair?" There were a hundred things Beth could think of that had happened over the past few years that she could consider unfair, the dead walking, losing her parents, losing the farm, the prison, to name a few and she was curious to see how Maggie could add to the ever growing list of how shit had drastically fallen apart for them all.

"You making me choose!" Maggie managed to get out even though it was through a sob. "I miss him! I've thought about him everyday since we were separated and now I have to sit here and watch the two of you together and it isn't fair!"

"I didn't ask for this!" Beth shouted. "What isn't fair is you acting like I shouldn't try to be happy just because you aren't! I miss Glenn too, I miss everyone, but blaming me isn't going to fix anything!"

Neither Beth nor Daryl expected what happened next when Maggie growled and lunged forward, grabbing the front of Beth's shirt and knocking the both of them to the floor by Daryl's feet.

Beth grunted as her shoulder slammed against the hard wood beneath her, sending a jolt throughout her entire back at the force of the fall. On instinct she reached up to try and push her sister away, but only caused her shoulder to scream in protest with the motion and quickly backed down. It didn't matter though, Daryl had Maggie in his grasp, tossing her onto the couch like she was nothing more than a sack of potatoes before anymore damage could be done.

Daryl extended his hand to help Beth to her feet carefully once he knew Maggie was finished with her tantrum and that's when he noticed the fresh blood leaking through her bandage.

"It's alright Daryl." Beth said, reaching out to touch his arm when she saw him shaking with anger.

"The hell it is!" Daryl shifted his weight, letting Beth's hand drop from his arm as he walked toward the front door. "When the two of ya figure this shit out let me know." He looked over at Maggie. "Don't ya fuckin' touch her again neither." He pointed, then disappeared behind the door that lead outside. He knew if he stayed in there any longer his anger would get the best of him and then nothing would get accomplished. If the sisters could figure out something on their own he was more than willing to listen and discuss it after everyone calmed down.