Hickeys
"Beth, is that a hickey?" Maggie asked, eyeing Beth's neck.
A hot blush covered her face as she tried to hide behind her hair. "I don't know what you're talking about." She pulled her sweater closer around her neck, trying to hide the dark bruise. She and Daryl had finally gotten over whatever bullshit was keeping them apart the night before. Beth didn't care if the others knew. They were both consenting adults, and in all honesty, it was nobody's business but hers and Daryl's. She didn't have problems telling people, but she didn't know how Daryl felt about it. They hadn't talked about it at all.
"Looks like one to me," Glenn added, sitting down beside her. "Where'd you get it?"
Beth blushed and shook her head. "Don't worry about it."
Rick smirked and looked at her. "Well I know it wasn't Carl, so let's see, who could it have been?" He started to look around the circle. "Tyreese?"
"I don't think so," Tyreese smirked a bit. "Don't get me wrong, Beth's pretty, but not my type."
"And it wasn't Bob, he was with me all night," Sasha informed them.
"It was me." Daryl sat on Beth's other side and kissed her, only deepening the blush on her face. "Gave me one too," he said with a smirk. Beth peeked at him and saw the bruise on his shoulder where she'd bitten him pretty hard while trying to keep quiet.
Maggie smirked at her little sister. "About time you two hooked up."
Rick nodded his head. "We were wondering how long it was going to take." He looked at Glenn. "You owe me a week of diaper duty."
Glenn huffed and nodded his head. "You were placing bets?" Beth asked. She couldn't believe them.
"Course we were." Carl smirked a bit. "I thought it was going to take you guys another week."
Michonne shook her head. "I saw him going into her tent last night." She smirked a bit.
Beth covered her face in embarrassment. "I hate all of you."