Songs in the Night

Summary: Upon discovering an abandoned cabin, Beth discovers a musical treasure.

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Or, I was watching Stephen King's the Stand, watched as Fanny pulled out the record player for her and Harold I immediately thought of Beth, and decided to share my sudden Bethyl idea with my lovely friend doncellerspire who said for me to write the thing.

Obviously I wrote the thing. I hope you enjoy, please review and if you have any prompts I'd love to have them! Either leave it here in a review or just PM :)

It was Beth who spied the house nestled in the woods, far from reach of the road, and somehow over looked by the walkers. She stopped Daryl with an out stretched hand, drawing his attention towards the pristine building. Squinting against the setting Georgia sun, Daryl frowned at the house. It was your run of the mill cabin, one the owners had cared about by Daryl's guess noting the small garden out by the front steps, and the matching furniture on the porch.

Daryl glanced away from the house to Beth, his blue eyes taking in the tired slouch of her shoulders, the way her arms hung lank at her sides. Girl was dead on her feet.

"C'mon," Daryl said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, guiding the weary blond towards the cabin.

Beth willingly followed Daryl's lead as he made his way up the front steps and to the door, knocking the hilt of his knife against the front window, waiting a beat before deeming it safe to enter.

Daryl eased the door open cautiously, his eyes scanning the front room thoroughly before motioning for Beth to follow him in.

Furniture was real nice, Daryl noted. A thick layer of dust covered everything, Daryl doubted anyone had been through here since the Turn.

"Y'stay here," Daryl murmured as he moved towards the hall. "Imma check the rest of the place out."

Beth nodded slightly as her eyes scanned the room thoughtfully.

Daryl stomped down the hall, peaking into the bathroom, and back bed room discovering nothing unusual. No bodies, nothing.

"Daryl!"

Beth's call had him racing back to the living room. Instead of being torn apart by walkers he discovered her beaming up at him as she fiddled with a box like thing, turning a kind of crank.

"Look what I found!" She gushed.

"What the hell girl?!" He huffed as the fear ebbed from his body. "Ya can't yell like that-bout gimme a heart attack."

Beth ignored his complaining as she gave the crank a final turn. She stopped and waited anxiously, sapphire eyes trained on the record as it turned and turned.

Music filled the quiet room and Beth's smile turned brilliant.

"It works! It actually works!" She breathed as Elvis' deep voice filled the room.

"Watch and see . . . Only fools rush in . . ."

"Dance with me Daryl," she said as took his hand, drawing him towards her.

"Don't dance, girl," he grumbled but fell into step with her all the same.

Fuck if he could ever tell the girl no.

Beth smiled up at him as she lifted his arm up, twirling beneath it and back into his chest with a giggle. It brought a smile to his face.

"Cause I can't help," Beth sang softly her voice like sunshine and honey, her body swaying in time with the music. "Falling in love with you."

Beth grinned up at him at the last part and Daryl huffed shaking his head at her.

Lord help him.