Love will keep us alive. (A bethyl fanfiction- TWD)

Bittersweet

It was midnight when Beth woke up to cries of a fussy Judith who was nestled in the crib beside her bed. The baby was teething and only Beth could calm her down.

With a sigh Beth got down from her bed and picked up the crying babyy. "Hush lil baby," she cooed while rocking the baby in her arms. "I'm here now."

Beth loved Judith. She always wanted a baby of her own but now even the mere thought of it seemed ridiculous to her. Her heart ached knowing that she would never have the life she wished for, like a charming husband, a dream wedding, a house by the lake, babies and happy endings. All of that now seemed alien to her. Now all she wanted was to survive and live for her remaining family and Judith who was still crying in her arms.

She decided to take Judith outside, hoping that the cool midnight air might calm her down, and tucked in her knife even though she knew that it was pretty much safe outside.

Rocking the baby in her arms, she headed outside and the mild midnight air hit against her. It felt nice, felt peaceful with the chirping of crickets and the moonlight shining above which cast a dim yet serene light over the place. 'Some things remained the same even though the world had turned into shit.' Beth thought to herself.

She paced back and forth trying to calm the sobbing baby whose cries had dropped down after soaking the pleasant breeze outside.

Beth started to sing quietly, rocking the baby in her arms when a voice interrupted her. "Ya know it ain't safe ta wander outside in the middle of the night, especially with a baby."

Turning around she found Daryl putting off a cigarette butt with his boots. Beth made a disgusted face as the smell of cigarettes filled the air around them.

She hated the smell of cigarettes and found them repulsive. "I wasn't wondering around Judith was being fussy so I thought that getting some fresh air might calm her down" Beth answered scrunching her face a little.

Daryl could see her face glowed up from the dim moonlight. She seemed delicate yet her eyes gave away sparks of fierceness which kind of intrigued him, but something made him nervous deep inside while talking with Beth.

"Alright" he replied and spun around to leave while placing a new cigarette on his lips.

He didn't want to talk further, as talking with girls like Beth wasn't his cup of tea. Girls like Beth were, sweet and lively and Daryl had no experience in dealing with them. He always hung out with Merle and the girls his brothers used to bring around, and as far his mind could remember, they spent majority of their timing boozing or smoking pot and sometimes hooking up; nothing more, nothing less.

But Beth was different, different in her own way and was pissed at his lack of communication skills and the away he tried to avoid her.

She knew he wasn't exactly the chatty types, but expected a few words more out of him. No matter how much he seemed to be reserved and distant, she knew it well that he was soft and kind person underneath.

She was a bit hurt and upset by his behavior, especially when all she had ever been was nothing but sweet to him.

"This is gross you know!" Beth spat back, not finding anything else to reply in particular. 

Turning back to her, he stood there puzzled. He never saw Beth raise her voice or being angry at anyone. Her voice had always been sweet and gentle, and he couldn't remember any instance when her voice carried that particular tone which she was carrying now.

"What?" he mumbled with his eyes narrowed and the cigarette stuck between his lips.

"You know this bad habit of yours." She pointed to his cigarette, still with the appalled look plastered on her face.