Who?
Beth sighed and tried to ignore the looks people were giving her as she walked through camp. It wasn't like she was showing or anything yet. It had gotten out that she was pregnant, but she refused to tell anyone who the father was. She was trying to protect him, if they found out, they'd probably kill him. Everyone thought it was Carl, which wasn't true. Carl was only fourteen, even in an apocalypse, Beth would never do that. She sighed and grabbed the food Carol had set aside for her and walked back to her tent, she wasn't going to sit there with their looks.
Daryl watched her walk away and huffed; he got up and followed her. He hated the fact that she wouldn't tell anyone who the father was. It didn't help that the whole group thought it was Carl's. He didn't think Beth was interested in Carl. But…when he'd heard Carl talking about it with one of the younger boys, he'd started to think that maybe he really was. He seemed to think he was. "Beth," he called out, stopping her before she could walk inside. "We need to talk."
She frowned a little but nodded her head. "What's up?"
"We need to break up, or end whatever is going on with us." It killed him to say it, he really did love Beth.
"What? Daryl, why?"
"Carl is the father of your baby. How can I keep you? He's been going around all week telling everyone how he's the dad."
He saw the anger flare inside of her. "I've never slept with Carl. I would never sleep with Carl." She put her food down and cupped his face. "Daryl, you're the father. It's always been you." She frowned a little and let her hands fall. "I didn't want to say anything because we've been keeping it a secret, and I didn't know what they'd do to you."
He pulled her into him. He felt like an ass now. He kissed her head and sighed. "We need to tell them, Rick's having a fit about it being Carl's and he needs to set the story straight." Beth nodded her head against him. Daryl led her back to the fire where they set the record straight.