Baby
"Hey, Beth," Daryl said as he walked into the tent they were sleeping in. she frowned but kissed him as he sat beside her. "What's wrong?" She shook her head and lay back down. It was late, he'd just gotten off of watch. She was starting to notice it more and more. Daryl didn't call her anything but Beth. No nicknames, no pet names, he'd call her girl every now and then, but no terms of endearment like the other couples around camp. She just wanted to hear him call her baby.
"Daryl?" she asked as he settled himself beside her. He hummed to let her know he was paying attention. "How come you never call me baby?" He looked at her and shrugged. "Don't give me that. I know there's a reason."
He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. "Do we have to do this now?" he asked.
"Yes, because if we don't you won't want to later and you'll just keep pushing it off." She knew him too well. She wasn't going to let him get out of it that easy.
"You're just…so young. Feels wrong." He frowned and stared at the roof of their tent. "Feels dirty."
She frowned and curled her body against his. "Daryl, there's not a damn thing wrong with what we're doing. I'm nineteen, almost twenty." She kissed his jaw as he wrapped his arms around her. "You're allowed to call me baby." He looked down at her and sighed, kissing her head. She decided not to push the matter any further for now. She closed her eyes and enjoyed him holding her as they fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning she was sitting by the fire, helping Carol make breakfast when he walked up. "Morning, baby," he whispered, so only she could hear and kissed her. Beth smiled and looked at him.
"Morning."