
After Beth returns to the group, her and Daryl don’t so much as begin to love one another but fall into it, like soul mates separated for a millennia finally reunited, and they learn each other’s stories by reading the marks on their skin.


“We bury the ones we love and burn the rest.”
Filling in the gaps between episodes 5×08 and 5×09, this is my ode to Beth Greene. We may never know what happened to her body, and we may never know why she was the only character to not have an on-screen funeral, but that’s what fic is for.


One-shot Bethyl-smut inspired from an interview with Norman Reedus I read where he described his character, Daryl Dixon, as having “no game with women”. “I’d rather be the guy who is completely awkward and has no game. I’d rather prematurely ejaculate and cry in the corner than ‘Yeah! Nailed her!,” Reedus said. Yeah…that’s the inspiration. Enjoy!
