I was cussin’ out loud and thinkin’ bout quittin’. Lookin’ back now, I’m sure glad I didn’t. Because just when I thought it couldn’t get no hotter…I caught a glimpse of the farmer’s daughter.
The vision came when she was focusing on regulating her breathing, ears on high alert for wandering footsteps, eyes closed. It was if suddenly after being alone for all this time, someone was panting right along next to her. Tears trickled down her cheeks when visions of angel wings and crossbows fluttered through her thoughts.
“He had missed this most of all; feeling safe with her. He’s rarely ever felt truly safe anywhere his entire life. He was on the brink of actual sleep when he heard her. “I’m not gonna leave you.” And it all came rushing back that she was dead.” Daryl is Negan’s prisoner, but he’s not alone in that room.
…his voice sounded harsh even to him, “Yeah Hun, coffee, black. Thanks.”
He was caught by surprise when no sooner were the words out of his mouth than a small pale hand covered his. He immediately looked up and into the face of a sweet and sexy looking blue-eyed blonde. She smiled when she said, “Don’t call me Honey, okay? Please. I’m Beth.”
He had never seen anybody cry over coffee before. If he had, he would have laughed at them. It’s just coffee. What’s the big deal? But, he isn’t laughing and it wasn’t just anybody. It was her. It was Beth. And, she used to love coffee and she had missed it so bad. And, now she had some. And, this was a big deal.