I am so sorry for taking so long with this chapter it was just refusing to be written! I'm also aware that this is once again a bit of a filler but I felt like I needed to include some more characterization, for later chapters, but I promise, the run will be the entirety of the next chapter and Beth will prove just how badass she can be *wink wink*

Also, I'm kind of playing around with the timeline a bit so don't get confused if things don't make sense, like I know Lori was just about due in the show when they first found the prison but I've decided to back track it a bit and I'm gonna say Team Family has been at the prison for about four-five months now which means she was more like four months along...idk I am "slightly" hungover at the moment so just ignore me (and any mistakes I might have missed) and if you have any questions just feel free to ask !

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Beth is exhausted when she wakes up and she is pretty sure she never actually fell asleep to begin with. It had been a long time since she had gotten a full nights rest, not dozing off for a few minutes and then jerking awake, her hand immediately going to her knife. She knew she was safe here, in this prison, well, at least safer than if she were outside these concrete walls right now.

She knows no where is safe anymore.

With a sigh she gets out of bed, quickly changing into her jeans and a loose fitting tank top that Carol had managed to wash for her yesterday before she went to bed. Just like how she felt after the shower, Beth is almost uncomfortable in the clean clothes, hardly recognizing herself without the smell of her sweat or the blood of "walkers" coating her. She slips on her boots and begins to stow away her weapons, a pocket knife in her boot, a small hand gun in the back waistband off her jeans, her loose top providing the cover so it's not noticeable. She slips a small razor blade in the front pocket of her jeans, already familiar with how to place it so she doesn't cut herself.

She pulls out her hunting knife and securely fastens it on her waist, pulling it out and examining the sharpness of her blade before she slides it back in the sheath. She puts another small knife in her other boot, this one farther down and squished to the side of her foot, harder to find. She sighs and grabs her other knife off the pillow, the one she used more to calm her nerves than to kill and she twirls it around in her hand for a moment before she sticks that down in her front pocket and finally deems herself well equipped to go on this run today.

With another sigh she heads toward the entrance of the cell, drawing the light colored curtain to the side as she steps through and begins to make her way toward the cafeteria area. She walks in the vast room, glancing around to see all the tables empty except for one and she can't help but smile as she makes her way over.

"Still an early riser, huh Daddy?" she asks, taking a seat across from Hershel and he looks up from his bowl of oatmeal and smiles.

"Guess some things never change, doodlebug," he says and Beth freezes, her hand hovering over the bowl he had passed toward her and she swallows loudly, her mind roaring with the nickname.

It had been a long time since she had heard her father call her that and she was almost certain that the last time he had had been the day before her and Maggie had gone into town, back when she thought the dead were just sick and she barely knew how to start a fire. She sure didn't know anything about defending herself then either.

"Some things change," she murmurs, biting her lip as she stares down at the oatmeal in front of her.

Hershel is quiet but she sees him nod his head as she continues to look down at the table, her hand reaching out to take the spoon and she begins to eat the mushy excuse of a meal.

"I don't have to ask ya to be careful out there today, do I Bethy?" he says after a moment and Beth's head snaps up.

"I'll be fine," she mutters, her voice harsher than she intended and she cringes. "I can take care of myself just fine, Daddy." she says then, her voice quieter but she can still hear the hint of disdain and she knows Hershel picks up on it as well.

"I'm starting to realize that," he says, surprising her and she looks up at him again, seeing him staring down at her with misty eyes. "I'm proud of you Beth."

She stares at him for a moment, seeing the truth behind his words echoed in the pride in his eyes and she isn't sure what changed, why her Daddy is suddenly looking at her like he is finally seeing her for the first time but Beth can't help but feel uncomfortable. She didn't deserve his pride, he didn't know the things she had done to get here, the things she would do again. She wasn't his sweet little doodlebug anymore and she pushes her food away, her appetite gone and she stands up from her chair.

"I need some air," she mumbles and turns to walk away but at the last moment she turns back around, quickly striding toward Hershel again and she bends down, placing a swift kiss on his head. "I love you Daddy." she whispers and then turns back around, once again heading for the exit.

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Daryl looks up as the door to the prison swings open and he takes a drag of his cigarette as Beth walks out, gasping slightly.

"Mornin' sunshine," he grunts and he is pleased to she her jump slightly, not having noticed him standing there.

"Hey," she mumbles, still sounding breathless and Daryl drops the butt of his cigarette, crushing it beneath his boot as he takes a step toward her.

"Ya a'right?" he questions, running his eyes across her, looking for a reason behind her current behavior but the only thing he can pick out is the bags under her eyes, somehow looking darker than they had the day before and he guesses that her first night at the prison hadn't exactly been a pleasant one.

She shrugs. "I'm fine."

He doesn't believe her for a minute but she starts to walk down toward the fence before he can say anything and a part of him is glad for that because why the hell would he want to talk about feelings or shit with her. That wasn't him and ever since the damn woman saved his ass yesterday he can tell that he is acting different, at least toward her than he is anyone else and he doesn't understand why and all he wants is for it to stop.

"How long have ya guys been here?" he hears her ask over her shoulder and he isn't sure when it happened but somehow he had started to follow her.

"A few months," he says with a shrug. "The place was mostly in tact when we got it, most the walkers still wearing jumpsuits. Easy."

She nods. "What about the prisoners?" she asks then and he is confused for a moment before she speaks up again. "The live ones."

He hums in the back of his throat. "Right. Found 'em a couple days in, when we were workin' on clearin' the inside. Bastards had been locked in the kitchen since the whole thing started. Didn't know a damn thing about what was happenin'."

She lets out a scoff, shaking her head slightly. "I think it's dumb, lettin' 'em stay here." she says then and he thinks back to the day before, when he had walked into the cafeteria to see her leaning over Axel, looking like she was threatening his Momma with the face he was given her.

"Oscar and Axel ain't bad I guess, still don't trust 'em and we try to steer clear of 'em but there were more 'fore ya got here. They didn't last. Gotta be honest though, only reason why we probably didn't kill 'em all on the spot was 'cause we were trying to take care'a your old man. He got bit right before we found the other prisoners."

She stiffens and a small gasp escaped her lips before she looks over at him. "Daddy got bit?" she asks incredulously, a hint of terror in her voice.

He nods, furrowing his eyebrow. "Yeah. 'Is why he's only got half a leg now, Rick cut it off 'fore the infection could spread." he explains and then takes another step toward her. "Didn't Maggie or him tell ya?"

"No," she says, almost sounding lost in a daze. "I meant to ask but there were so many other questions, so many."

She looks out toward the fence, where the walkers were beginning to pile up but he's certain she isn't actually looking at what was in front of her right then. For some reason he is taking another step forward, his arm lifting up without his control and just before his hand is gripping her shoulder, Glenn appears behind them, causing both him and Beth to whip around and Daryl has to hold back a smirk when he sees Beth reaching for her knife on her belt - always quick to draw that one.

"Hey! You guys ready for the run?" Glenn asks, his voice much too chipper for this early in the morning and Beth flexes her fingers at her side, realizing that Glenn was obviously not a threat.

She looks him over and when she catches sight of the rolled up paper in Glenn's hands she is reaching out and taking it from him before he even realizes it.

"What routes we plannin' on takin'?" Beth asks, taking a few steps to the left so she can lay out the map on the hood of the Honda and Daryl lets out a grunt of a chuckle at the expression on Glenn's face before he turns around.

They go over the map and a few minutes later T-Dogg is joining them and the sun is rising higher in the sky and Daryl makes the announcement that they need to get going, just in case the first place they go to turns out to be a bust. Glenn and T-Dogg head up to the small trunk where they were keeping some of the weapons they had found from having raided the armory a few weeks ago and they come back with a few rifles and Glenn tries to hand one over to Beth but the blonde just shakes her head, continuing to look over the map on the hood of the car.

"I'm good," she states and then straightens up, rolling up the map.

"You sure?" Glenn starts but Beth gives him an amused smile, causing him to pause.

"I've got six weapons on me right now, I'll be just fine, thanks. Besides, I've taken down more with less." she reveals with a shrug and Glenn and T-Dogg both stare at her, shock clear on their faces and even Daryl lets his eyebrows raise in surprise - he had already counted three weapons on her - the hunting knife at her hip, a gun tucked into her back waistband that he had only noticed when the wind had ruffled her shirt slightly and then she had that small knife she was always turning around in her small hand stashed into her front pocket and he couldn't help but be curious as to where and what else she was packing.

"So I know we're lookin' for medical supplies but is there anything else we should be keepin' an eye out for?" Beth asks then, seeming to shake Glenn from his surprised stupor and he pulls out a crumpled up piece of paper from his back pocket, wordlessly handing it to her.

Daryl makes his way over to the bike parked a few feet away and begins a small check over everything and his head snaps up when he hears a musical laugh.

"Condoms? Really? Ya'll sure do got your prorities here." she muses with a shake of her head and then hands the list back to Glenn.

"Damn, you and Maggie already go through that last box we found?" T-Dogg says with a laugh and Daryl has to bite back a laugh when he notices Glenn's face turning a vibrant shade of red.

He sputters and then his eyes widen and they immediately go toward Beth who is now leaning against the car, her arms folded across her chest and her eyebrows raised in both amusement and annoyance and even T-Dogg stops laughing, suddenly realizing his mistake.

"Don't know why you're lookin' at me like that, Maggie told me, ya know, that you and her were shacking up while I was fighting for my life." she shrugs then and Daryl can hear the bitterness in her tone but judging by Glenn and T-Dogg's reaction he is pretty sure they don't notice the small smirk she is trying to hide. "By the way, I call shotgun," she says then and then starts to make her way over to him as he stands next to the bike, trying not to laugh at how Glenn is staring at her, mouth agape.

"You takin' this?" she asks him and he nods. "Lucky." she says and then gives him a playful smile. "I've never been on one before, always wanted to though."

She turns and walks away then, back toward the car where T-Dogg and Glenn were loading up and Daryl can't help but be thankful because if she had stood there for even a moment longer he would have offered her the seat behind him and he has never done that before. Sure, he had given Carol that ride after the farm got overrun but that had been a matter of life and death and since then, he had never offered anyone to ride with him and he honestly never planned to either.

At least until a tiny blonde woman decided to save his ass the day before and as he mounts the bike as he hears T-Dogg start the engine behind him, Daryl is once again reminded just how much - and how quickly - Beth Greene was changing him.

Carl came out of the prison a few minutes later and opened the gates for them and as Daryl rode through the gate and he heard the sound of the Honda, his thoughts drifted to the empty seat behind him and with a curse, he decided that this run was definitely going to be interesting.

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*leaves this here and hides*