Chicken Feathers by galadrieljones
Three weeks after burning down the moonshine shack, Beth and Daryl find shelter in an abandoned RV. It’s Christmas. The whole world is full of hope and love now, thinks Daryl. Chicken feathers, rose hips, Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill. Candle light shining on the furniture in winter. She makes him feel brave.
A Bethyl Christmas Poem by sasusc
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Prison,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Dead;
The backpacks were full of emergency supplies,
In case of a herd overrunning their home;
The Family was huddled all together for warmth;
Except for a couple out in the watchtower,
Keeping a watch for Walkers and human dangers;
The Hunter couldn’t keep his glaze off the woman,
And the Babysitter kept scooting closer;
Daryl slowly slid a hand over hers and Beth,
She took the opportunity to kiss him.
The moonlight shown down on the dazed couple,
Daryl pulled back, his face showed befuddlement;
And all Beth could say was “Merry Christmas, Daryl!”
From Angels Bending Near the Earth by CherryParfait
When a search for the perfect Christmas tree goes awry, Daryl and Beth must rely on their holiday spirits (or maybe one spirit, in particular) to find their way home.
Ghost of Christmas by boltthrutheheart
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