It was a warm afternoon on the Greene family farm, the sun casting a golden hue over the sprawling fields. Beth Greene stood in front of her mirror, contemplating her outfit for the day. She had been feeling a flutter of excitement every time she thought about Dylan, a fellow survivor who had joined their group. With a playful smile, she slipped into a pair of snug shorts and a light, colorful shirt, undoing a couple of buttons so Dylan can see her tits to give her look an effortlessly flirty touch. "Just testing the waters," she whispered to herself, feeling a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration.
She headed out towards the water, where she had spotted Dylan earlier, tossing stones and watching the ripples form on the surface. The day had been heavy with tension, especially concerning Carl and the challenges they all faced in this new world, but today, Beth wanted a break from it all. The sun warmed her skin, and the gentle breeze felt liberating as she walked over to the riverbank.
Dylan looked up, his expression shifting from concentration to surprise as he caught sight of Beth. His eyes widened, and for a moment, the stones slipped from his fingers and splashed into the water. "Whoa," he managed to say, almost choking on the word.
Beth's laugh rang out, light and teasing. "Careful there! You might need to watch where you're throwing those."
"Right," Dylan replied, scratching the back of his neck, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. He was taken aback by her confidence, the way her playful demeanor lit up the dreary world they'd been thrust into. "You look... wow."
"Thanks," Beth replied, stepping closer to him. Their banter was easy, a comfort they both needed amidst the chaos of their lives. "Thought I'd come join you. What are you doing out here?"
"Just thinking," he said, glancing back at the water. "About Carl, mostly. He's been through a lot."
Beth nodded, feeling the weight of the situation. "He has. We all have," she said softly, her tone growing serious. But her heart was still determined to keep things light. She tilted her head. "Maybe we could distract ourselves for a bit?"
Dylan's gaze shifted back to her, a small smile forming as he picked up a stone from the ground. "I challenge you to a stone skipping contest!"
"Oh, you're on!" Beth replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. They began to toss stones together, laughter blending with the sound of splashes as they competed to see who could skip theirs the farthest. It felt refreshing, their lightheartedness a stark contrast to their reality.
After a while, they settled on the bank, panting but happy. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow around them. Beth noticed Dylan glancing at her, his expression softening as he brushed a lock of hair from his face.
"I like this," he admitted, a hint of shyness creeping into his voice. "Us hanging out. It feels normal."
She smiled warmly at him. "Normal is hard to come by nowadays." There was an undercurrent of understanding between them, a recognition that while their lives were fraught with danger, they could carve out small moments of joy.
Beth shifted slightly closer, emboldened by the chemistry they shared. "I'm glad you're here, Dylan. It's nice to know I'm not alone in all this."
Dylan looked at her, his gaze unwavering. "You're not alone. We're all in this together."
His seriousness made her heart flutter, but she managed to maintain her playful demeanor. "So does this mean you think my outfit is working?" she teased, her voice light again.
"Definitely," he replied, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin.
"Good," she said, daring to nudge him lightly with her shoulder. "Because I was thinking we should do this more often."
His smile widened, revealing his dimples, and in that moment, they both knew they were testing the waters—not just of friendship, but of something deeper. "I'd like that," he said, his voice steady, their eyes locking in mutual understanding.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky with vibrant colors, Beth felt a sense of hope amidst the uncertainty. It was a small spark, but it was enough to light their way forward—together.
