Nightmares
Beth jolted awake when she heard Daryl screaming down stairs. She quickly threw the covers back and ran down; thinking maybe walkers had gotten in. But there weren't any. He was asleep in the coffin and having nightmares. She limped over and shook him awake. "Daryl? Daryl wake up." He jackknifed in the coffin, breathing hard and looked at her with wide, wild eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Daryl shook his head and pulled her into him, into the coffin and onto his lap. "God that was so real," he whispered against her skin.
Beth kissed his head and smoothed her hands through his hair. "Tell me about it."
She felt him swallow hard. "Walkers, they got into the house and I told you to run, I'd meet you at the road…by the time I got there someone'd grabbed you, put you in a car and drove off."
Beth hugged him a little closer. "I'm not going anywhere Daryl." She forced him to look up at her. "I'm not going to leave you." He nodded his head but wouldn't let go of her. Beth eased them both back down into the coffin and curled herself against her body. Slowly he went back to sleep but his arms stayed around her, holding her tight.