
“If Daryl falls in love with you, he going to love you the rest of his life.” Norman Reedus. Daryl meets Beth that first day on the farm and he falls for her only the way Daryl Dixon can. How did they get to this one moment in time together.


“You’re like a magpie, man, where do you even find this stuff?” Glenn is the only one who ever really comments on it, but Beth finds him later, when he’s brooding away from the group. He doesn’t know why he does it, exactly, only he remembers being like this as a kid, bringing home pretty rocks and bouquets of weeds to his Ma, remembers the smile that lit her face even though it was all garbage. Remembers the line of gifts on her bedside table, before things got real bad.
– Daryl likes to give out trinkets. It’s not a thing. Mostly it’s not a thing.


She hears the blast go off and then everything is numb. In those brief moments between the light and the dark she feels everything and nothing all at once. Her life flashes before her eyes and she sees all that has happened and everything that could have been.


It’s been months since Grady, and Beth is haunted by the spectre of Daryl shot dead right before her eyes – and haunted even more by the conviction that it was all her fault. But he isn’t quite as dead as he was supposed to be.
And she’s not sure which is worse.
1st Place Best ASZ Fic for 2016 Moonshine Awards


After Daryl goes through some pretty heavy shit, he gets reunited with Beth.
Series
Lay Your Hands On The Left Behind
