Author's Note: This chapter is on the short side, but I really like it! I hope you enjoy it! :)

Beth get in the house!" Daryl cried out as he struggled to kill the walker on top of him and avoid his teeth. He managed to take out the one pinning him to the ground and he started to scoot backwards trying to get out of reach of the other two walkers.

He started to push himself up to kill the one closest to him when suddenly it fell on top of him, dead. What the hell, he thought until he looked up to see Beth plunge her knife into the other walkers head.

"Come on!" she yelled and reached for his hand to pull him up. If they didn't move fast they would be surrounded. There was a steady stream of walkers piling into the clearing around the cabin.

He pushed himself up and ran behind Beth, killing any stray walkers he could reach with his knife along the way. They made it into the house just ahead of a handful of walkers who started pushing on the door once it was shut behind them. Daryl pushed the bed until it was in front of the door then did a quick check of the windows. Once he was sure they were safe in their cabin he turned on Beth.

"What the hell was that out there Beth? I told you to get inside!" He couldn't stop the flood of anger that hit him. She could have gotten herself killed.

"I couldn't leave you out there."

"I would have been fine. I'm not your problem."

Beth moved so she was right in front of Daryl, "You sure didn't look fine on the ground under that walker trying to kill you and the other two ready to take a bite. Stop pretending like you never need help."

"You could have gotten hurt or killed!" he practically screamed in her face.

"I'm not your problem either," she spat back at him. She looked wild with her hair tangled and loose around her face. He could see anger flash in her blue eyes as she looked up at him. She looked beautiful.

Before Daryl could stop himself he grabbed Beth and crushed her to him. His mouth found hers. Her lips were so soft under his. She was tense at first from the unexpected kiss, but quickly her lips were moving back against his. This close he could smell vanilla on her, even under the musk that came with living in the woods. Daryl could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he deepened the kiss. Her lips parted to allow him to explore.

Daryl felt on fire. The sound of the herd outside was drowned out by their rapid breathing. Beth surprised him by reaching up and grabbing two handfuls of his hair and pulling him down closer to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her even closer to him causing her to let out a small moan.

Finally Daryl pulled back and looked down at Beth. Her lips were bright red from his assault on them and her eyes were wide and bright. He couldn't think of any of the reasons this wouldn't work or it was wrong. His mind was taken over by Beth.

"Daryl," she whispered up at him then leaned in to kiss him again.

"I'm not your problem either," she was furious. She couldn't have left him out there by himself. She needed him too much. He was becoming more important than just someone to save her.

Suddenly Daryl's lips were on hers. She froze looking at him wide eyed as he pulled her close. His lips were rough, but he was patient at first, waiting for her to respond. She pulled her eyes shot and returned the kiss. The smell of Daryl filled her senses, whiskey, smoke, and musk, it was perfect.

She parted her lips and he quickly noticed and his tongue was in her mouth all at once. She reached up and grabbed two handfuls of his hair. His hair was so soft and she ran her fingers through it a couple of times as he put his hands around her waist and pulled her close.

Every nerve ending in her body was exploding and she moaned into him. Her whole world felt like it was spinning. She was kissing Daryl Dixon.

He broke this kiss and she looked up at him. She was suddenly self-conscious. Did he just kiss her because of the adrenaline of the moment or was there really something there? She knew the kiss had made her feel alive, but was it just because of her inexperience or that it was Daryl?

"Daryl," she struggled to get it out at barely a whisper and leaned in to kiss him, more gently than before, before she lost her nerve.

He pushed her backwards on to the bed and hovered over her. She could tell he was being careful not to drop all of his body weight on her at once, but she could still feel all of him holding her on to the bed. He reached down and slid a hand up under her shirt brushing her belly. His rough hands running up her sides sent a shiver up her sides. His lips left hers and he ran soft kisses down the side of her neck to her shoulder where he nipped.

His hands ran lower and started to explore at the waist band of her jeans.

"Wait Daryl," suddenly she was nervous. She hadn't gone this far with a man before. Most of her encounters were sloppy with teenage boys who didn't have a clue. Daryl moved with a comfort that assured her he knew exactly what he was doing and where this would lead if she didn't slow them down.

He stopped instantly and started to roll away from her. She grabbed on to his arms to keep him from going.

"That's not what I meant. I just need you to slow down a little," Beth felt herself start to blush so she leaned back in for another kiss before Daryl could see her face turn red.