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"I'm fine Beth." Daryl protested as she entered his room in the house he shared with the Grimes family and Michonne. He pulled his blankets up higher on his chest to cover the scars on his torso as Beth ignored his qualms and walked to his bedside, setting her loaded tray down on the table besides it.

"Nonsense. You're sick." she stated unworriedly as she settled down on the edge of his bed. Daryl tried to protest again but really what would be the point? He knew it would only come out halfheartedly, they never got to be alone so why would he try to end this moment? Of course, it was just for the pleasure of being close to her again and had nothing to do with the accusations that he was sick. Because he wasn't. It was just really cold in the house and he had a tickle in his throat. He wasn't sick,he didn't get sick.

"Here these should help bring down your fever." Beth said as she held out her hand. Daryl accepted the two small blue pills she passed him before rolling his eyes.

"Don't have a fever." he grumbled causing Beth to raise her eyebrows at him. She reached over and lay her palm flat against his forehead. Daryl stopped complaining at the feel of her hand cool against his skin. He didn't have a fever, he always felt unnaturally warm in her presence.

At least that's what he tried to tell himself as Beth moved her hand to feel the sides of his face, a small frown line forming between her brows.

"You do so have a fever Mr. Dixon." she said before turning to grab a glass of water from the tray. Sometimes Daryl wondered if she knew what it did to him when she called him that. "Take the pills." Beth chided him, frowning deeply at him until he finally gave in and swallowed the pills in his hand.

He only did it to make her stop frowning, he still didn't think he had a fever. A fever was a symptom of sickness and Daryl didn't get sick.

Beth smiled slightly at him before turning back to her tray. "I brought you some soup. You need to eat something." she insisted before turning to help him sit up against the head board.

Daryl tried to shove her hands away (he could sit up by his damn self) but in the end he let her help him, making sure to keep his blanket pulled up high on his chest. He had only let her help him because he enjoyed the feel of her hands on his skin, he wasn't so weak that he needed aid in sitting up.

"You don't need to do this Beth." Daryl insisted as he rested his head back against the wall. "I'm fi-" his reassurement was cut off as he let out a violent sneeze. Beth rolled her eyes as she passed him a tissue from her tray.

"You're sick Daryl." Beth insisted as she pulled her leg up underneath her on the bed. Daryl opened his mouth to protest, to claim it was dust or allergies, when Beth cut him off. "Let me take care of you."

Her blue eyes were wide and earnest on his and while Daryl knew he wasn't sick he found he couldn't say no to her. If she wanted to play doctor who was he to turn her down?

Daryl sighed and settled back against the pillows, pretending he didn't notice the small smile that Beth was trying to hide at his acquiescence.

The things he did for Beth Greene.