A/N : Thanks for the reviews/favorites/follows guys! It means a lot to me, I didn't think this story would have this big of a reaction as quick as it did. So I'm gunna try my best to make it a good one Also, I know I said I'd try to update every week, but I just had to post this last one...until next week!

Beth POV

It had been a couple days since the walker attack. Beth still couldn't make sense of it. Obviously it was a trap made by a human—no walker could tie up a door and lead a trail of blood and guts straight to it—but she wanted to know who would do it. Luckily nothing else had happened and it had been quiet at the prison since.

Beth had been busy, taking care of Judith and helping the others take care of the walkers near the fence—they'd all began to clump together in one massive heard, instead of staying spread out. She wondered how much longer they'd be able to keep it under control didn't voice her thoughts out loud of course; she didn't want to put doubt in anyone else's mind.

When she fell asleep that night, she didn't expect to have nightmares. They had stopped for a while, after all. She'd been hoping they wouldn't come back, but sure enough they did. "Beth!" someone exclaimed, waking her up. She sat up in a cold sweat, tears coming down her face. She squinted in the dark to make out the figure. It was Daryl. "Whats wrong? You were screamin'."

"It's nothing...i just had a nightmare," she said with a shaky breath.

Daryl wasn't much of a conversationalist, so he was quiet for a minute as he tried to figure out how to respond. "You wanna talk 'bout it?" he asked her.

"I've been having this nightmare since the walkers started showing up, when my mom was killed." She paused. . Her mother had been dead for months now, and it never got easier for her. "I saw her get bit, you know. And that's the nightmare, her getting bit over and over again. It never gets any easier to watch." Beth's voice and breath were steady now, but he could tell she was still scared.

"That's gotta be somethin' terrible. Couldn't 'magine my ma getting bit. She didn't live to see this whole thing start, so it'd kinda be impossible..." Daryl's voice drifted off.

"What happened to her?" Beth asked. She didn't know if he'd open up to her or not.

He'd never talked about his mom's death before. He didn't know if he wanted to, but there was something about Beth that told him he could talk to her about anything. "She died when I was young. My pa beat her real bad one day, and she never got up."

"I'm sorry..." Beth said. "That would be awful. I couldn't imagine losing my mom at a young age."

"It was bad, yeah. Left me n Merle to fend for ourselves. Pa was drunk half the time, and it wasn't pretty for us," Daryl had never talked to someone like this before. He'd wanted to sure, but he never trusted anyone enough to talk to them about it before.

"Well, you survived. Even turned out OK. That's the past. You aren't gunna get hurt like that again," Beth told him, and he might have even believed her.

"Sure hope not," he sighed. "Tell ya what, you have nightmares again, come find me. I'm usually up on the roof durin' the night."

Beth smiled at the offer. "Thank you. It really helps having someone to talk about it with, y'know? I wouldn't wanna bring it up with Maggie or my daddy," she sighed.

"Yeah, I get it," Daryl responded, knowing all too well that she was talking about. "You're pretty decent when it comes to those things to. Got that trustworthy vibe goin' on."

She smiled once again. "That offer goes both ways, alright? Anytime you wanna talk to just come and find me. I won't be far."

He offered her a half smile, then turned around and began to walk out of her cell. "G'night," he said over his shoulder.

"Night," Beth replied, sinking back down on her mattress. She drifted back off into sleep, and this time she had no nightmares. She was grateful for Daryl waking her. She hoped her screaming hadn't woke anyone up, especially the baby. All was quiet once Daryl left, so she figured everyone else was sound asleep, or pretending to be