Marry You
Daryl chewed on the inside of his cheek, pacing back and forth inside of their room, waiting for her to get back. They'd been through hell and back together, from losing the prison, to making it to D.C., and now, Eugene was almost done with the cure. Things were starting to get better, slowly. He'd been thinking about this for a long time now, and he was finally ready, or, as ready as he was going to be. He'd never thought he'd be asking someone to marry him, especially someone like Beth. He scrubbed his hands over his face. Merle would have called him a pussy whipped bitch for popping the question, but he didn't care. Beth had changed him.
He looked up when she walked through the door, his anxiety doubeling when he saw her smiling face. "Hey," she said walking over to him. "You okay?" She reached up on her toes and kissed him.
"Yeah…just need to ask you something." He swallowed thickly as he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Why was he so damn nervous? It wasn't like she was a walker for crying out loud. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the diamond engagement ring he'd gotten her last week and held it out. "You don't have to," he muttered, not looking at her. "S'up to you."
She slowly took the ring from him and looked at it before smiling up at him. "You want to get married?"
He shrugged his shoulders, shifting his weight awkwardly on his feet. "If you want to."
Beth threw her arms around him and kissed him. Daryl slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him. "Of course I want to marry you."