Fleeting Images by BethAnneDixon

Fleeting Images.jpg

No, Daryl Dixon didn’t want to think about the last five years of his life. It was too hurtful, too painful, and full of too much regret. But more importantly, he wished that he could forget-or at least stop thinking about the fleeting images of the last two years in particular.

ffn-net3

m

banner courtesy of ultimatebethylficlist

Painted Bodies by DramioneShipperz

img_1244

Compatible through 6.10. What if Rick and Daryl found Beth and not Jesus. After living in Alexandria for a month, Beth decides to do something. Starting with painting a wall in her house, with the help of Daryl of course. Full summary inside. Bethyl. Fluff.

ffn-net3

t

banner courtesy of leftmywingshome

 

Building A Home by IntriguePrincess0621

Building A Home.jpg

“I love you Beth.” A confession he had ran from for almost a month now, ever since they escaped the prison attack and lost track of everyone else in the group. She was all he had left in the crazy apocalyptic world and he was all she had now.

ffn-net3

ma

banner courtesy of ultimatebethylficlist

Hold My Words, Keep Us Together by openhearts

img_1170

She’s used to it by now; they all are. Living like pack animals that winter before the prison, sleeping in tangled huddles with intertwined limbs. It’s been easy enough to slip back into that near-wordless existence after they got her out of Grady. Comforting even.

read-on-archive-of-our-own

ma

banner courtesy of leftmywingshome