Possessive
Beth smiled at Daryl as she pulled her shirt on. She kissed his head before slipping quietly from the tent so she didn't wake him. Glenn and Rick were sitting around the fire. "Mornin' boys," she greeted as she braided her hair.
"Mornin'," Rick greeted nodding his head. "You feel like checkin' traps?"
Beth smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah, I can do that, you goin?" she asked looking at Glenn.
"Yeah, figured I'd go before Maggie got up." Beth nodded and doubled checked to make sure she had her knife. Beth followed Glenn out into the woods. "How're you and Daryl?" he asked as they made their way to the first snare.
Beth smiled and bent down, pulling the rope from around the dead rabbit's neck and resetting the snare. "We're good, we have our moments, like any other couple, but we're good." She stood back up and looked at him. "How're you and Maggie?"
He nodded as they kept walking. "We're good. She's getting stressed out. She wants to find a building again." Beth nodded and followed Glenn. She could understand that. They all wanted a home again, not tents in the middle of the woods. She looked at the next snare. It was in a tricky place. "You wanan get this one? I'd fall." Beth nodded and eased her way over to the edge of the ravine where the trap was set up. She held onto a tree branch with one hand and bent down slowly, using her other hand to loosen the noose around the rabbit's neck. She wrapped her hand around it, but it wasn't fully head. She gasped and lost her footing at the rabbit gave one last good kick. She fell down the ravine's six foot drop. "Beth!" Glenn knelt down at the edge and looked down at her. "Beth!"
She groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing the back of her head where it'd landed on a rock. "I'm fine," she called back. She stood up slowly, testing everything, checking for broken bones. The worst damage that had been done was to her shirt. It was completely ripped down the back after getting caught on a branch. She wouldn't be able to wear it anymore. She pulled the shredded material off of her shoulders and picked up the two dead rabbits. "Catch," she called them, tossing them up to Glenn. She wasn't going to be able to climb back up carrying them.
"You want my shirt?" he called back, putting the rabbits down beside him.
"When I get up there, don't wanna fall again and rip yours too." She walked over to the side of the ravine and grabbed a root that was sticking out over her head and pulled herself up. The climb wasn't easy and she was panting for breath when she got to the stop. Glenn grabbed her hand and pulled her over the edge. "Thanks."
He pulled his shirt over his head and handed it to her. "You sure you're okay?" he asked, moving her hair around, looking for blood.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just gonna be sore later." He nodded his head and picked up the rabbits as they continued to walk around the perimeter, checking all of the snares.
By the time they got back to camp and everyone was up. She helped Glenn carry the rabbits over but gasped when Daryl grabbed her, the rabbits dropping from her hand as he threw her behind him. He glared at Glenn, Beth didn't think she'd ever seen him so mad. "Daryl, what the hell is your problem?" she demanded.
"Why the fuck are you wearing his shirt?" he demanded.
Beth slowly realized what Daryl thought was going on, what had happened out in the woods. She sighed and nodded her head in understanding, getting between him and Glenn. "I fell off a ravine and ripped my shirt. Glenn gave me his so I didn't have to walk around the woods in nothing but a bra." She put her hands on his chest and looked up at him, taking all of his focus off of Glenn. "That's all it was." His temper started to ease and he nodded his head, pulling her close and crushing his mouth against hers, a claiming if nothing else.
She smiled a little as he let her go but stuck close to her side the rest of the day. Daryl was loyal to a fault, but his possessiveness turned her on.