Comfortable
They weren't really eating anymore, just staring over at Beth and Daryl who were coming back from hunting. Something was really, really different between them. Beth was a little too comfortable with him. They watched as they stopped far enough away that the group couldn't hear them. Beth pulled her shirt off and Daryl started looking around, when he shook his head she pulled it back on and kissed his cheek. They thought the group hadn't seen him looking her over for ticks. No one said a word as they walked over to the fire and dropped off the game they'd caught, grabbing a plate before heading over to one of the trucks. Daryl climbed into the back before helping Beth up. She settled into his lap as they ate.
"So, I'm not the only one slightly freaked out by that right?" Abraham asked.
Glenn shook his head. "If she keeps spending time with him we're going to have to Dixons, not one."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "I doubt that," she muttered.
"Beth was the one carrying the bow," Carol pointed out.
"And I heard Daryl talking about trying to find another one for her," Rick added. Maggie's face paled.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Rosita said. "Isn't this a good thing?"
Michonne smirked and shook her head. "One Dixon is good; two is dangerous, especially if it's going to be Beth."
"Why?"
Rick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "One, their hot headed, yeah they're great fighters, and awesome at hunting, but they're dangerous. " He sighed a little and looked over at the tuck. "I don't know, I think it'll be fine."
Maggie huffed and crossed her arms. "As long as I don't have to hear them fucking I'm fine with it."