I'm back! It's been a super busy couple of weeks, but I'm finally writing! Soon, I will edit the first two chapters, because honestly, talk about typos. But without further ado, Daryl's letter! :D

Beth Greene,

Didn't your momma ever tell you not to talk to strangers? Your brother? Your father? Your sister? I'm pretty sure talking to strangers who also are in prison is even worse. I could be a fucking psycho for all you know, and you just presented yourself up to me on a silver platter. Don't go writing to any other inmates, no matter how lonely you think they are.

Trust me, they are lonely, just not how you are thinking.

I don't know jack shit about what is cool or not, other than Shawn apparently thinks I am. And he only thinks that because everyone else is scared of the brooding redneck with a little bit of muscle. They all are fucking pussies if you ask me. But if you want to embarrass him, try some flowers or princess shit, but if you dare bring glitter into my cell, I won't ever write you again (that is assuming you write back). Can't be a tough sumabitch if I got glitter on my face. If it would only infect Shawn, I'd say go for it. But I have to live here too. You might be good for giving me ideas, too, little girl.

I ain't much of a story teller, either. But I will just say that your "tough big brother" cried himself to sleep his first week here. He also almost pissed himself when he saw I was his roomie. I don't understand why people here are so scared of me, but it gives me my privacy and they leave me alone.

I don't mind being alone, girl. Some people, it isn't for them, and I'm sorry to hear that it isn't for you. I like being alone just fine though. As for my brother, I don't have one so I don't know what you are talking about. Blood doesn't make family, is what I'm starting to find out.

-Daryl

Beth had all but screamed with glee when her daddy told her she had mail. At 18, the only mail she ever got was from colleges trying to recruit her last minute. As if she hadn't had her college career all planned out for years now. Her dad knew not to bother her with the post cards and packets that came from all across the country, just tossed them out.

But today he told her she had mail! Shawn would always respond to all of them in one short letter addressed to momma, so she knew it had to be from the second letter she sent out. To Daryl Dixon.

Her brother had only mentioned him briefly here and there, and Beth's heart just ached at the sad story Shawn unknowingly weaved. Landed in the slammer for his big brother's mistakes. Left to rot by the very brother, who took off without a word. No letters, no visitors, no friends. Just quietly working his way through his time sentenced. He was almost the complete opposite of Shawn, and them being paired together was odd.

But after a long conversation with her momma about Shawn and eventually his grump-a-lump (Shawn's seriously mature first description) of a cellmate, they both decided that Daryl Dixon needed some good ol' southern lovin'. And who was more loving then Beth Greene?

"Not a soul is sweeter than my little Snow White," her mother had cooed. Beth had blushed, always hating that nickname. Her hair wasn't even black…

But Beth had sat down and wrote and wrote and wrote until she had a letter that wasn't too intense and just the right amount of sweet and funny, with a splash of caring. And she waited for today to come, when Shawn's letter usually arrived, for her own. She tried not to put too much hope into receiving a letter from Dixon man, but she had always hoped a little too much at things.

But today, her hopes and wishes weren't for waste. He had written back.

After her daddy's yell up the stairs and Beth held in her scream and substituted it for a high pitched squeal, she ran down the stairs and ripped the letter from an outstretched hand of her father. She didn't stop her momentum until she was on the porch swing and holding the envelope out to inspect. The handwriting was a little hard to decipher, squished together with really tall letters. It was the handwriting of a hard-working man, her daddy would say. After a deep breath, she gently opened the envelope, trying to keep the paper from tearing.

Another deep breath and the letter was in her hands, being carefully unfolded.

Xx

Absolute happiness. That's all Beth could think of to describe how she felt after reading the letter Daryl Dixon had scribbled out to her. It was so sweet, and longer than she expected. Shawn said he wasn't a man of many words, and he wrote her paragraphs. Shawn said he didn't care about nothing, but he was already looking out for her. Don't go writing to any other inmates. Silly man, why would she? He was the only one she even knew about.

Princess envelope were absolutely genius. Beth Greene already knew they were going to be the best partners in crime against Shawn Greene, and she knew that deep down, Daryl Dixon knew it, too.

She also knew that he was lying to her. He didn't like being alone. Nobody liked being alone, no matter what they say. And she would make sure he was never alone again.

Quickly, before any thoughts left her, she rushed to the kitchen table where her daddy stood with a confused look and his face and grabbed a notebook and pen and sat down. Before she knew it, she was signing the letter with a flourish,

Sincerely Yours,

Little Girl

Who loves the sassy signature Beth gave? I know I do! She sure has spunk, as Daryl is soon going to learn!

Should probably warn you all I know jack about prison or prison life. So that aspect will be brushed over and vague, or if I do write something, incredibly wrong. So, if you all know more than me, give me some prison life tips and such. As long as I get the great response I've been getting, I'll keep writing so keep the REVIEWS coming my fellow bethyl dears!