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Daryl POV

He woke up on the small mattress with his arms still wrapped around Beth. He took a minute to admire the pretty blonde, who was still sleeping. She looked peaceful, undisturbed. The sight of her brought a small smile to his face, not remembering the last time he'd had a reason to smile. It certainly hadn't been before the world had gone to shit. But now he had Beth, and he was damn happy about it. He didn't know when he'd started having feelings for the younger girl, but he was glad she felt the same way.

Without thought, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Beth stirred, and turned to face him. Her eyes slowly opened as she smiled up at him. "Good morning," she said softly.

"Mornin," he said, returning her smile.

"You sleep ok?" she asked him. The bed in her cell was small, but Daryl didn't particularly mind.

"Yeah, for the little time I slept. How 'bout you?"

"Good, once you came in. I didn't have any more nightmares," she told him.

"Good thing, or I would've ended up with a black eye with way you act out when you're dreamin'," Daryl joked.

Beth laughed along with him. "The tough Daryl Dixon, making a joke? Never thought I'd see the day," she teased.

"Don't tell the others, it'll ruin m' reputation," he said with a chuckle. The two got up, and left Beth's cell. No one else was up, so the prison was nice and quiet.

Or, at least it was up until Maggie, who'd had the last watch, came into the cell block. "Good, someone's finally up. I need help fixin' the rest of the fences. Come on!" Daryl and Beth quietly followed her outside. The group had managed to fix the middle gate, and were attempting to form a barrier where the outermost gate had been before it was smashed.

The three worked tirelessly for hours, receiving more help as everyone in the camp woke up. Everyone helped make a new barrier until almost sundown. They all felt satisfied, that having the two extra gates between them and the zombies would make them a little safer.

They all found something to eat, and most of the people who'd helped rebuild the gate went to bed, exhausted. Daryl wasn't tired himself, and he had the first watch. Once it grew dark out he found himself in the guard tower, armed with his crossbow.

He soon heard light, quiet footfalls coming up the stairs. "Hey," Beth greeted him.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

"No, not really. I wanted to come up here."

"Well, grab a seat, if ya wanna stay. Help watch."

She sat down close to him. "I'm glad we got those other gates back up. It'll be nice not to have the walkers streaming in like they were anymore."

"Yeah, it'll sure be nice. Don't want any a that scum closer to me than necessary," he commented.

"Think we'll be safe here for much longer?" Daryl took notice of a tone of worry in Beth's voice.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he replied. "We're goin' to take real good care of this place. Ain't goin back to the walkers any time soon."

Beth nodded, and leaned into him. Daryl was momentarily shocked by this, but he quickly recovered. "I know we will. We've worked too hard to give it up. Even the governor couldn't take it from us."

"That's right," he said, putting his arm comfortably around her. They sat in a comfortable silence for the next few hours, until Glenn came up to take over the watch.

Daryl and Beth headed down towards the cell block, and Daryl found himself following her to her cell. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "Unless you wanna stay in here again?"

He considered the invitation, accepted it with a smile, and followed her into the cell.

Maggie POV

Maggie got up when she heard people stirring in the cell block. It was still the middle of the night, so she figured it would be whoever took the first watch coming back into the cell block. She had fallen asleep soon after she ate so she wasn't sure who it was. She peeked her head out of her own cell long enough to see Daryl going into her sisters.

She arched an eyebrow, questioning. "That's odd," she muttered. Maggie questioned why he was going in her cell—had something been going on between them? It would explain a lot—why she'd noticed the two becoming closer, how they'd both been in such a good mood after the supply run they'd gone on—but she doubted it.

She probably just wants someone there to make sure she doesn't have nightmares, she thought to herself. Back at the farm, Maggie and Beth had shared a room, so both knew when the others were having nightmares. Maggie herself hadn't had them for months, but she knew her younger sister still had them every once in a while. I've been such a bad sister, I should be checking up on her more often, she scolded herself. She lay back down on her bed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, she found her sister taking care of Judith. "I saw Daryl goin' into your cell last night," she told Beth.

"Relax, nothin's goin' on," Beth reassured her sister. "No need to throw a fit over it. I just like having him there. Makes me feel safe, y'know?" And she did, because Glenn made her feel the exact same way.

"Yeah, I get it," Maggie said, taking a deep breath. "You're not a baby anymore Beth, you can make your own decisions. I get that. But just make sure you're bein' smart, ok? And please, if anything does happen, make sure you tell Daddy. You know how he gets when things are kept from him."

Beth looked back at her sister. "He wouldn't like it, you're right. But I'm over 18 now, he'll have to get that I can make my own decisions."

Maggie smiled. "That's right. So, when did this all happen? I want details!" She poked her sister in the stomach, laughing like they did before their world had changed so drastically. For a few moments they were just two normal sisters—gossiping about boys—and not two survivors trying to live in a world filled with the undead.

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