Sprained Ankle
Beth blushed a little as Daryl knelt in front of her, gently taking her sprained ankle into his hand. He was so gentle with her it was so different from what she was used to. He gently slid her boot off and Beth hissed in pain as it pulled on her ankle. "Sorry," he whispered, moving slower. Once it was off he dropped it and sat on the floor, crossing his legs as he gently stared to pull her sock off. Beth's blush darkened when she felt his cool fingers on her heated skin, gently pulling the sock from her foot. She chewed on her lip nervously as he turned her foot gently in his hand. "It don't look broken," he whispered, peeling the wrap he'd found and started to gently wrap it around her sprained ankle. "Just gonna have to take it slow."
Beth felt butterflies in her tummy as he took care of her. This Daryl was so much different than what she was used to. His fingers brushed her skin and she had to fight the urge to moan. She was getting turned on, and that was not okay. Daryl didn't like her that way. He was just taking care of her because he was stuck with her. He looked up at her through the hair that fell in front of his face. "You doin' okay?" he asked. Beth nodded her head. He used the whole roll on her ankle, making sure it wasn't too tight. "Boot might be a little tight," he muttered, gently putting her sock back on.
"S'okay," she told him. She gripped the counter when he grabbed her boot and started to put it back on. There was no way he was getting it back on without hurting her and they both knew it. "Too bad we don't have ice," she ground out, tensing as pain shot through her ankle. Daryl gave her an apologetic look as he slid the boot back into place.
He stood up slowly and dusted off his hands before bending and picking her up. "C'mon, don't need to be usin' it if you don't need to." He carried her back upstairs. Beth blushed as he carried her. There was no denying it now. She was falling in love with Daryl Dixon.