Her hands slid up his arms in the most sensual of ways. He couldn't stop himself from taking a sharp breath in. Beth leaned towards him and her eyes were dilated, he could tell she wanted this. She lowered her mouth to his ear and whispered to him. His cock twitched.

"Come and find me," Her voice was liquid sex to his ears and then suddenly she was gone. He could hear her soft footfalls making their way down the hall. It was dark. He was going to have to hunt for her. The idea of being a predator and Beth being the prey was so exciting to him at this point he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

He was going to hunt her down and show her exactly what he had been thinking about these last couple of days. He wanted to put his mouth on every part of her body. He wanted to taste her arousal and he wanted her to feel his. There were a million different ways he would like to take her body. He just had to find her... and show her.

"Daryl," It was a whisper in the dark that made his pulse race. A whisper that was abruptly followed by a light hand on his shoulder. He startled himself awake only to find Beth by his side.

It had been a dream. He had been having a sex dream about Beth while Beth and two children and an infant were in the room. He was becoming overly dirty in thought content.

"I'm sorry but you were tossing so much. I thought you were having a nightmare." It was dark in the room just like it had been in the hallway of his dream. Her breath warmed side of his face. She was so close he could probably reach out and kiss her senseless, but that was for dreams. In reality he didn't even know where to start with Beth and he wasn't entirely sure that he should start at all.

"It's alright," He told her, even though he wished he could've just stayed in the dream. It probably would have been a lot more satisfying than sitting here with her in the dark all confused about his feelings.

"What was it about?" Her tone was understanding and mothering. He tensed. He wasn't even going to begin to go there with her.

"Nothin'" He told her in a low tone. She sighed in an exasperated way.

"I just want to help you. I'm not trying to judge." She shifted and he could suddenly feel her body heat. She was so close. He had never felt more conflicted about anything in his life. These feelings about Beth.. was it lust or something else? He couldn't tell. It had been so long since he had felt anything, even lust, for anybody.

"Daryl?" she was barely whispering. He was sure that even if the girls were awake and trying to eavesdrop that they wouldn't hear her.

"Hmm?"

"It was nice, you sitting with us for breakfast... Maybe you could do it more often?" He wished that she wasn't so hopelessly optimistic sometimes. Her optimism made it hard for him to focus on the reality of the situation.

"Don't usually have time," He told her trying to be as gentle as possible. No sense in hurting her feelings because honestly he had sort of enjoyed it as well, in a weird way.

"I don't mean every day. Just sometimes?" He didn't know what to say. He didn't promise things to people unless he knew he could keep that promise and he didn't know what implications would lie ahead for him if he promised her this. "Maybe you can just think about it?"

"I'll think about it." He conceded and she let out a puff of air. She must have been holding her breath.

"Okay, Goodnight Daryl."

"Night Beth."

He had been sitting in the guard tower contemplating everything that had been going on when He heard his name being called. Thinking the worst he stepped out and looked at the fence line trying to see any threat. Once he determined there was none he turned to face the prison yard where Mika was waving at him and running towards the tower. These girls would be the death of him. He tried not to be angry at the child and it got easier as he climbed down and met her and saw how excited she was.

"I made you something." She told him. She was out of breath and smiling. She held a piece of paper out to him and he hesitated to take it. She only took a step forward, offering it aggressively. He grabbed it from her and took a look at what had made her so excited.

It was a picture of a stick figure man with a crossbow shooting a walker in the head. In the back ground there were three girls with blonde hair and one was holding a swaddled mess in blankets. He assumed it was Judith.

"See? It's you. You're protecting us. This is me and this is Lizzie. The one with the ponytail is Beth. She said I got her hair just right. I even drew Judith." She pointed it all out to him and he couldn't find the words to respond. The pause made her shift to look at him. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it looks alright," it was the best damn picture he had ever seen. It made him feel like he was a part of something important. He tried to hand it back to her, embarrassed by his own thoughts.

"It's yours. I made it for you. I remember how my dad used to carry around pictures of us in his wallet. We can't take pictures anymore so I thought you could carry this around with you to remember us by when you're away." Her voice was always overly chipper. She was so happy.

"Don't have a wallet." He told her. He tried again to hand it back. Her hand rested on the top of his, unwilling to take the drawing back.

"Well you have a pocket, don't you?" She was giggling like it was some funny joke. He looked the drawing over again and folded it up. She watched him closely as he placed it in his back pocket.

"Happy now?" He asked her but he had a feeling his gruff tone was softened by his smile. She nodded. "Run along then. I got stuff to do."

"See ya later." She told him like she hadn't been more sure of anything in the entire world. Then she ran back up to the courtyard where Beth was no doubt waiting for her. Something about the picture and that girl made him feel better. Made him feel good inside.

He went back to his post, reminding himself he'd have to find a better place to keep the drawing in later. Maybe out on his run tomorrow to get more concrete and cinder blocks for the other side of the front gate he'd be able to find something.

It was late in the day when she found him. She was unexpectedly childless. She looked a mess though, hair ratty, spit up stain on her shirt, marker stains on her hands. She was still incredibly attractive despite it.

"Daryl." She greeted him happily. He wondered where she was off to. She didn't have a reason to be out here with him and the cars, but maybe she was off to do something.

"Hey," He responded. He hadn't met them for breakfast that morning, needing the clear his head. He suddenly felt bad for it. "Where are the ducklings?"

"Spending time with Carl and Rick actually. Lizzie is stuck on him I think. Carl I mean, not Rick." She blushed over her slip up . "Anyway it took me begging her for her to be okay with Mika coming along. She wants alone time with him all the time lately."

"It's nice to see her acting so normal." He told her sincerely. Lizzie was impressing him with her rapid recovery. What had it been? Maybe a month and a half to two months and the girl was looking so much better, acting so much better.

"Yeah, reminds me of when I was growing up. Makes me think that maybe their lives won't be so shitty. Plus, It gives me hope for Judith." He nodded at her confession.

He knew what she meant. If there was any hope for Judith at all the little girls would turn out just fine. Lizzie and Mika had memories before all of the shit hit the fan and he didn't know if that would make it easier or harder for them, but he knew they were large indicators of what they could expect from Judith in a few years.

"You going out tomorrow?" She asked suddenly and he nodded.

"Gotta start working on the other side of the front gate. We've put it off for too long." He really wasn't looking forward to it. It was getting much tougher to come back from runs like this. They were going to have to head farther out and the walkers were in much larger groups lately. They just kept coming.

"I'm sure someone else could go." Her voice was light but he could hear the tension there.

"Ain't got a need for that. I'm fine to go." Daryl didn't really know how to respond to her concern. She knew he was capable... didn't she? He wasn't too weak to do it. He didn't want her thinking he couldn't handle it.

"Yeah, I know." She let out a sigh. "I'm just tired of being worried."

"You'd worry about anyone being out there. Might as well be me." She looked sad at his statement and she turned her face away for a moment. When she looked back she looked unaffected again.

"You're right." There was that false cheeriness to her tone that made him feel guilty again. "I'll see you in the room later." She walked past him and into the closest building. He sighed in frustration. He didn't understand her at all.

All of the Beth stuff was foolish and he wasn't one to fool around even in the best of times. It didn't seem to matter though because the girl was all he could think about lately.

The sun was already casting long shadows across the prison yard but he continued to prepare the cars and make sure they were in the best shape possible. There was something innately satisfying about working all day, being covered with dirt, and having a special kind of soreness in your muscles that only came from a long day.

He was glad he had found some security and some family in the middle of all of this but it wasn't going to ever change who he was. He was always going to feel more comfortable working than resting. He was always going to enjoy hunting and tracking over being a hero.

Once he was satisfied that the cars wouldn't be giving them any problems on the road the next day he decided he was overdue for a shower. He hadn't had one for a couple days and now that he was hanging out with little ones regularly he felt the need to not let himself get too dirty in between showers.

It was dark out now. It meant he could go in and no one would be around to look at his back and make any insensitive comments about it, or worse, give him sad looks over it. He strode over to the showers with a purpose. He needed to get to bed fairly early. He needed his strength for the run.

He didn't know how he had missed the sound of running water, but he did. Maybe he was slipping? Maybe he was going soft? More likely he had been thinking about Beth and it had distracted him.

So he had ended up stepping purposefully into the shower room to see Beth, her back turned to him. At first he had been embarrassed and wanted to turn to leave, but then that embarrassment turned to curiosity quickly. She was moaning and god help him if he didn't feel some arousal at the noise alone.

She was doing what he had done only a few days ago, she was masturbating and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

He ass was tight and round, firm, and it lay at the top of impossibly long and silky legs. It was the kind of ass that you'd want to spank. The kind you'd like to watch move as you took a woman from behind. Her back twitched as her hand moved between her legs. her left hand was bracing her weight against the tiled wall in front of her. She let out a gasp and suddenly he felt very aware of his presence.

He should leave. She was more than a body to be stared at. She deserved some privacy. Some respect.

He really should leave. Why wasn't he?

She let out a whispered murmur that sounded like his name and he felt his heart thunder in his chest. His fingers twitched. He wanted to touch himself. Actually, fuck that, he wanted to touch her.

"Shit," she gasped out. Her voice echoed and the dirty word from her lips made him stifle a deep growl that threatened to give away his presence. He bit his lip.

He had never imagined Beth touching herself before even after she had alluded to it before their kiss. Seeing her now, in that way, made him want to throw her up against the wall and fuck her. He wanted to hear all those little murmurs as she let them out right in his ear. He wanted to mark her in more ways than one. God he was horrible for thinking about it, but he couldn't help it.

Her body was twitching, her legs where shaking now and he knew she was close. He couldn't stop himself from watching her. He was going to see Beth Greene come undone.

Her hand clenched and unclenched on the wall. Water ran down her back as she twisted in pleasure. He breath was coming more rapidly than before. He desperately wanted to adjust himself, but he really couldn't move. The pressure in his jeans was becoming unbearable.

"Daryl," Her voice shook. She struggled even getting his name out, but there it was out in the open air and there was no mistaking it. She was getting off... while she was thinking about him.

"Please," She was begging for release and he was relishing the sound of her voice even if he shouldn't be around to hear it. If he was more sure of himself he may have gone to her then and taken her, but he wasn't. He was sure he's fuck something up. Plus, what was he going to do afterwards? What do you do with a girl that you want to fuck, respect, and can't get out of your head?

What do you do with a girl that makes your heart stop just by smiling at you or grabbing your hand?

Fuck if he knew. All he knew is that he really wished he could do something with her. This tension was killing him. She came with a loud moan and he watched as her knees buckled slightly. Only her hand on the shower wall stopped her from falling to the floor. She let out a relieved sigh and he knew he needed to get out of the room before she noticed him there.

He moved as slowly and as quietly as he could and ducked into the closest empty room he could find.

He had to figure out what he wanted with Beth.

First things first though. He was going to wait until she was gone and go take a shower like he had planned. He was going to relieve himself, not because he deserved it, because he didn't, but because he didn't want to jump Beth the next time he saw her. Then he was going to go to sleep and think on the whole thing after his return from the run tomorrow.

And he was going to return. He finally had something worth coming back to.