
The last couple months with Beth had been an eye opener on life, her and Daryl. He had a hard time getting by without her. He had grown used to her presence, her talking, her singing, her caring nature, she never judged him.


He’s trying things now. Different things, new things. Asking if he can. Asking if he can’t. And he’s growing in confidence too. Everyday. At first it’s small changes. Confident kisses. A hand on her thigh, her ass. And then later those little things lead to bigger ones.


She sits quietly, and for a long time the only sound is their soft breathing, the clink of the comb on the edge of the cup, the soft scrape of his nails against her scalp, the brush of his fingers against her neck.



“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.


Going on a blind date to distract Annette from the fact that he’s seeing her teenage daughter… it seemed like a good idea at the time.
If only Daryl hadn’t forgotten to factor in one thing: that teenage daughter herself.
Based on dynamicsymmetry’s “I’ll Be Yours For A Song”


Beth finds a number for a private tutor scrawled in a library book and calls hoping to pass her classes. Daryl is getting sick of Merle’s practical jokes. But when a blue diamond eyed southern bell shows up at his door, her may just end up thanking his brother.
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