Note: This is late. I KNOW. But this new job is wearing me out y'all! It's a short chapter but it's sooooo sweet :)

The rest of Beth's dreams were peaceful through the remainder of the night. She dreamed of her family but not just of Maggie and her Daddy. She dreamt of her Momma and Shawn too this time. She felt really safe and relaxed. She almost felt as if it was real, and reality was a dream. She wished this place was reality.

This place made her feel really warm and safe.

It wasn't long after enjoying her peaceful dream that her eyes fluttered open. Daryl was still holding onto her but during the night he had rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She must have been so knocked out that it hadn't woken her up. She was staring right up at his face, slowly realizing her arms were also wrapped around his solid frame.

Beth let out a sigh, struggled but finally got her arms free from around him, and went to move out of his grasp. In response, Daryl grumbled something and squeezed tighter around her. She almost let out a wheezed giggle but held it in.

"Daryl, ya gotta let me go." Beth whispered.

"Nah." Daryl's whole body turned into her which brought his face into her neck, nuzzling and burying itself in the crook. The prickle of his facial hair against the smooth skin of her neck sent goosebumps all over her body. She shivered at the sensation and realized quickly the warmth she felt from his body heat was spreading to other places. Places that made her blush intensely.

Beth let out an involuntary moan as she once again tried to pry herself from the man whom was tightly enveloping her in his embrace. She finally just let out a huff and pouted.

Daryl's eyes opened and there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"You're an ass." Beth grumbled as his arms finally let her go. She hurriedly got out of the bed and before Daryl could take offense to her actions she yelled, "I was about to pee all over you!"

She had never heard Daryl laugh. Like an actual hearty laugh but from the bathroom door she heard his gravely laughter as the sound of the mattress springs squeaked from his body leaving it baron.

She smelt like him.

She smelt like Daryl Dixon.

And she didn't mind one bit.

The smell of cigarettes laced with blood and sweat. It should have a name. Although it wasn't entirely pleasant, she liked the manly essence of it. The smell of a working man. A man who protected his own. A man who protected her.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had had a dream that didn't involve monsters who wanted to eat her or men who wanted to take her and use her. For a long while she just wished she wouldn't dream or just not remember the dream when she woke up. But last night, she had dreamed a heavenly dream. One of the best dreams ever since the apocalypse happened. She had felt safe and protected. The only thing that changed was that Daryl had been there, holding her.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to see the dark circles that had formed under her eyes were faded. Her eyes were brighter too. A lighter blue than normal. Not that she had a mirror at all times while she was with Dr. Edwards after Grady had perished but she would catch glimpses of herself from car windows and broken shards of glass. During that time she spent with Dr. Edwards, she had felt as if the world had added on a decade to her life but now, as she looked over her face in the mirror, she was starting to look her age again. Younger.

She exited the restroom as Daryl was exiting the bedroom. They both looked at one another and just stared for a few moments. As if they had their own telepathic language between each other.

"Hungry?" Daryl asked as he started walking towards her.

Beth nodded, a small smile forming on her lips, "Yeah."

Daryl nodded and walked past her and she followed him down the stairs. They got to the dining table and Daryl pointed to one of the chairs, "Sit. I'll make ya' somthin'."

Beth was about to insist that she could help him but his eyes were serious. Beth sighed in response but moved to one of the chairs and sat. Daryl nodded in approval and continued to the kitchen.

The kitchen was close enough she could still talk to him, "So how'd ya find this place?"

There was a slight pause to the rustling he was doing but then it continued as he spoke, "The guy I was with. Aaron. He found us. He scouts for people. We scout for people. Good people."

Beth smile came back but it was full grin now, "So you do think there are still good people around."

Daryl kicked opened the door and came out with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Beth's heart stuttered in her chest. But she almost had heart attack in response to his next words.

Daryl sat her plate down and then sat next to her with his plate, "Yeah. Wasn't for you, don't know if I would've." Beth's silence made him slowly look up at her from his sandwich. He shook his head, "Hell, you're livin' proof we need to keep lookin'."

This man. Daryl Dixon had changed. And in the best ways possible. He still looked the same, darker and shaggier, but still the same overall but his persona had changed.

Beth felt it was appropriate. She brought her hand to his and squeezed as his eyes fell upon hers, "Daryl, I don't know what to say."

Daryl's eyes flickered to her hand on his and suddenly brought his hand up so their fingers laced together.

At that moment, she was sure she had died in that bedroom. Or in that field where those mean had almost killed Daryl and Aaron. Somehow she had died and went to heaven and this was where she got to spend the rest of her days. At a dining table with Daryl, eating PB&J sandwiches, and with their hands laced together.

Daryl sighed and squeezed her hand like she had did to his a couple of seconds ago. He spoke so low it was almost a whisper, "Jus' say you'll stay. That you wanna stay."