It was late in the evening when Daryl was sitting on the porch, crossbow in hand. He was on watch while the others were either on a run or sleeping. Daryl was tired. He was tired of running and never settling down somewhere. The group had recently found a safe house where they could stay for the time being. They had been there for three nights without any problems. But Daryl knew that they would need to run again. The running never ended. Daryl remained still as the door of the house opened softly.
"It's about time that you take a rest. I got this." Carol ushered him.
Daryl looked back at her. "Alright." He was tired, and she knew it.
She smiled genuinely at him as he went inside. Daryl was grateful for Carol. She understood him. Or at least she understood a greater depth of him than most others do. But he knew someone else who found the key to all his the locks of his mind.
"Daryl Dixon." That hitherto person said.
Daryl looked up at her. Her hair was put up in her signature ponytail. Simple, yet elegant. Her eye lashes fluttered as their eyes met. Beth Greene was as beautiful as ever.
"Girl, what're you doing. Go rest while we still can," he said.
She exhaled, "Well, I've been waiting for you actually."
Daryl looked at her with a confused expression.
Beth took a step toward him, putting her hand on his chest. Her face went right next to his ear, breathing heavily, "I have something to show you."
