Would He Approve?
Beth rested her head against Daryl's chest as they lay together in their tent. He was running his fingers through her hair and they were talking, just about anything that came up. "Would Merle be happy about this?" she asked.
Daryl looked down at her. "What?"
She sighed a little and looked up at the ceiling of their tent. "Merle, I mean, I know he means a lot to you. Would he have approved of us?"
Daryl sighed and kissed her head. "Dunno, it's hard to say." He kept running his fingers through her hair as she laced the fingers of their other hand. "You know what he was like."
Beth sighed a little. "Yeah, I know," she said, turning over and looking at him. "But I want him to be happy about it, I mean, Maggie loves you."
Daryl sighed and kissed her head. "I'm sure he would have, I mean, in time. He'd probably make jokes about it, call me a pussy whipped little bitch." He laughed a little and looked down at her. "But he'd love you."
"You think so?"
Daryl nodded. "You're a little hell cat, he would have loved that."
Beth smiled a little and kissed him. "I love you."
"Love you too baby."