Age
Beth was giving herself a headache. She was trying to figure out how old Daryl was, going back through her memory, trying to think of a time when it was mentioned. She didn't care; she'd just like to know. She knew how old everyone else was, but not Daryl's. She groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "What's your problem?" he asked, looking up at her. She wasn't aware that he'd been awake.
"How old are you?" she asked, looking at him. "You've never said."
He huffed and rolled over. "It don't matter."
"Yes it does." Beth leaned over him, staring down at him. "I want to know."
"Tough."
She huffed and pushed his hair from his face. "Tell me."
"Ain't gonna happen."
Beth rolled him back onto his back and straddled him. "Daryl, why won't you tell me."
He glared up at her. "I'm older than I look, just leave it at that."
Beth crossed her arms and tried to think. He looked like he was in his thirties…so that had to put him in his forties. "Forty-five?" she guessed. He shook his head. "Forty-seven?"
Daryl rolled his eyes. "Thanks baby, love you too." He huffed and looked up at her. "Fourty-two." Beth looked down at him. She supposed she could see it, he was staring to grey in his beard. "Ya happy now?"
Beth leaned down and kissed him, assuring him that she loved him and it didn't matter. "Yep, I'm happy." She lay down beside him and cuddled into his side. "I still love you." He didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.