Howdy guys! Happy 2016! I've been working on this chapter for a while, before the holidays actually and now it's ready :D

I hope you all enjoy! It's a little spicy!

Daryl crouched in the bushes just outside the Wellman house, they were an elderly couple with bad eyesight. Which made it the perfect spot to hide. The guards were about to do a shift change, which would be the perfect opportunity to get behind the hospital. They assumed with everyone being asleep, that it was acceptable to take fifteen minute breaks in between shift change, to shoot the breeze and have a quick bite to eat.

The streetlights went out plunging the entire street into darkness, Daryl figured it was already nine - curfew. However, some were still up, trying to hold on to the New Year's Eve customs that they were so used to. Even the guards had something planned in the guard shack by the gate.

He grabbed his binoculars and peered through them, Victor and Bruce were in charge. Len, Greg and Patrick were among the 13 guards that were huddled around the guard shack. He put the binoculars back in his vest pocket, and, slowly moved out of the bushes. His adrenaline was pumping as he crouched in the shadows, it wasn't so much that he was doing what was considered against curfew, it was getting caught that was the problem.

When he got close enough to the hospital, he ducked behind a car and peered around the side. Some guards were having a smoke near the front entrance, he could see the faint orange glow and hear their muffled conversation. When they moved towards the guard shack, Daryl moved to the back of the hospital; unnoticed. He stopped to catch his breath a minute, before moving again. Time was not on his side. He turned his flash light on and flashed it on the ground. This was risky, stupid even. But, with lack of light he needed to do this.

Up ahead near the rear entrance was a dumpster, he turned the flashlight off and hurried over to it - crouching down low and feeling underneath. He felt a grate and smiled to himself. He placed his hands on the dumpster and pushed.

"Going somewhere?"

Daryl froze - his whole body going numb, his mouth going dry. He slowly turned around and in the faint light coming from the hospital, he saw Len - the asshole from the hunt earlier that day. He was relieved that it wasn't Bruce or Victor, he wouldn't stand a chance then.

Daryl snorted."What's it to you?"

"I have to report everything that happens, it's my job."

"Go'head, report me." Daryl challenged."Be the biggest mistake of your life."

Len laughed."Ya don't say, redneck? What'chu gonna do?"

Without thinking, Daryl punched him, knocking him out cold. He knelt down beside Len's unconscious body and searched his pockets - he found two pocket knives, a pack of gum, some extra bullets and a rabbit's foot. He didn't really care what he had, he shoved them all in his pocket and hurried back to the dumpster. He gritted his teeth as he pulled the slimy green container back over the grate.

"Hey, who's there?"

"Fuck." Daryl muttered. He dove into the bags of trash budding up against the door, that didn't quite make it to the dumpster. He buried himself just enough so that he could see what was coming. But he knew if they saw Len, they'd know for sure that someone else was there.

Beth wasn't sleeping any, just the thought of Daryl being out after curfew made her stomach churn. She paced the apartment, probably burning a hole into the wood floor. She didn't dare peer out of the window, or turn on any lights. That would be dangerous on Daryl's part.

She pushed open the bathroom door and walked to the sink, her complexion was darker as she spent many days in the sun. Her skin even freckled. But, her eyes drew away from those tiny freckles, and, the blue hues landed on a very big, noticeable blemish. She frowned as she ran her hand over the wound, they didn't tell her how she received it, but she had a feeling she already knew.

As she left the bathroom, she snatched her notebook off the coffee table and sat down on the floor. She lit a single candle that illuminated just enough light for her to see, she took a pen out of the mason jar and began writing.

It wasn't a diary entry, it was a reminder of everything. She liked to think that if the world ever got better, and, if someone ever found her writing they would be amused. If someone found her writing, they'd know of what others had to go through to survive. What she and Daryl had to go through. It was probably wishful thinking, and she knew that, but she wrote as if it were true.

When the voices subsided, he kicked the trash bags off of him and crawled out. He looked down the alley where the voices came from, expecting to see a few guards coming his way. But, they were engrossed with the little party in the guard shack, to even care of what happened to Len. Daryl spat on the ground and hurried back the way he came, but still being cautious of his surroundings.

He stunk to high heaven and was sure Beth would scold him, just as long as he got back in one piece, he didn't care if she slapped him silly. He crouched down in the bushes by the Wellman house again, he could hear light voices out on the porch and he cursed to himself.

"I know I saw a young man, earlier." The old woman spoke.

"Mhm, Ma'am, where was he going?"

"Oh, I'm not quite sure, Gregory." She sighed."Maybe he was one of your men?"

Greg shook his head."No Ma'am, we have all of our men up front."

"I'm sure he means no harm."

"How long ago did you see him?"

She pondered on the question for a solid minute, Greg waited patiently, but clearly getting annoyed by her.

"About a half an hour ago? Let's see, it was 8 when I was in my bathroom, now it's - Mhm, yes it was definitely a half an hour ago." She nodded.

"Thank you Ma'am, have a good night. Keep your doors and window's locked."

She chuckled."I'm not afraid, Gregory. I've lived 85 years, I've seen it all and then some."

"Goodnight, Ma'am."

"Goodnight." She shut her screen door and locked it.

Daryl listened as she shuffled towards the back door, he waited until he heard it shut before slowly moving out of the bushes. He was only a few houses down from his, he just had to make it to the bathroom window and he was home free.

He was cautious and careful as he crept along side of the porch, the last thing he needed was for her to see him. He peered around the side and watched as Greg walked away from her house, the light fog surrounding him. He heaved a sigh as he darted across the open yard, he felt so exposed as he ran to the safety of the next house. He keeled over clutching his knees, as he tried catching his breath.

The house was right next door, and, he actually felt relieved. Where as, only a few days ago, he hated the sight of it. He did a quick once over of his surroundings before darting across the yard, to the shadows of his house.

Once he was there, he pushed the small stack of books out and shoved the window up, he hoisted himself up - feeling every muscle ache and things he didn't even know he had, pop inside of him. He fell on the floor just as the bathroom door swung open, Beth gasped and knelt down beside him.

"Daryl, are you hurt?"

"No." He panted."Just tired."

She smiled and kissed him."I'm happy you made it back, I was gettin' worried."

"Ain't gotta worry about me." He assured.

Beth nodded. She reached over and quickly shut the window, and, stacked the books back on the ledge. Daryl looked up at her as she held out her hand, he looked at it like it was something foreign.

"It's okay, ya know?"

He reached up and gripped her hand and stood up, he looked down at her as she smiled up at him. His heart fluttered and he looked away - embarrassed. Beth frowned and released her grip on his hand.

"Guess I'll be able to sleep now that you're home."

She left the bathroom and walked back to the bedroom, feeling angry that he looked away when she was looking at him. She noted every time he did it, because it was the only time she ever felt stupid for her actions. Daryl followed her into the bedroom, or the living room that was also their bedroom, slipped out of his boots and took a seat on the bed. Beth wondered if he even cared.

However, he wouldn't even admit it, that much she knew. She scooted close to him and gently laid her hand on his back, his body tensed but relaxed after a few seconds. It was heart wrenching to think he was so scarred, that he thought she was going to hurt him. She laid her head on his back, inhaling the pungent scent of tobacco and sweat. It wasn't the best scent, but it was his.

"Almost got caught."

Beth swallowed and sat up."Almost?"

He sighed."Len. The jackass saw me, had to knock him out."

She looked up from her hands to see him already staring, without skipping a beat, she leaned forward and stole a kiss. To her surprise, Daryl cradled the back of her head, while his arm wrapped around her waist - pulling her closer. Her fingers tangled in his mess of dark brown hair, scraping his scalp ever so gently. He tugged her hair tilting her head back, then pressing small kisses along her jaw line and down her neck. Covering as much skin as possible.

Having her moan his name in a breathless whisper, stirred something deep within him, something he didn't ever remember feeling. His hand snuck under her oversized shirt and into her underwear, she gasped as his finger plunged inside of her.

"Oh my!" She gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Her hips practically rotated as he thrust his finger.

He looked down and watched as her chest frantically rose and fell, the way she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She gasped again and cried out his name, then collapsing on the bed - completely spent.

"W-What was that for?"

"Ain't done yet." He growled, as he discarded his jeans.

Beth giggled and pulled her underwear off, flinging them across the room and on to the floor.

The next morning Beth woke up exhausted, as she didn't get to bed until well after 3 am. Something was different between her and Daryl, that much was said for last night. She rolled over on to her back, stretching and yawning, with Daryl snoring lightly beside her. It was nice to wake up to something nice for once, instead of waking up with Daryl already gone and a note left on his pillow.

She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head as she walked to the kitchen, the clock on the wall read 8, and her stomach was perfectly aware as it growled. She opened the cabinet and pulled out some granola. As she poured it into a bowl, a thought washed over her. They didn't use anything last night, like they did all the other times. Which was nearly a crime here in Glenview, if anyone found out about it. She tried pushing the thought away, but it scared her to actually think they could be that careless, especially since they were trying to bide some time until they could leave.

"Mornin'." Daryl greeted, on his way to the bathroom.

Beth smiled as she pulled out some canned fruits. For now, she wouldn't mention it to him, for fear that he'd freak out. She already knew that he was worried, hell, she was too. They didn't have much time left here, but the time they did have or didn't, she wanted to make pleasurable. Telling him now would only ignite problems, that neither one of them needed.

"What're you doing?" he questioned.

"I'm making granola and fruit for breakfast." She forked a blueberry and fed it to him."Good, huh?"

"Not as good as the one's ya get in the woods."

She sighed."They are from the woods, they just have been properly cleaned and sitting in their natural glaze for a bit."

"Oh." He replied.

"Want a bowl?"

He shook his head no. Beth nodded and started putting things back into the fridge.

"We might have a problem."

"Why?" She asked wearily.

"They probably found Len by now, they know somebody knocked him out. Not sure how hard I got 'em, but I'm pretty sure it drew blood."

"Can't they just assume he was drunk?"

He shrugged."Maybe. But, they're gonna catch on sooner or later."

Beth frowned and looked at her bowl of granola and assorted fruits, suddenly not feeling all that hungry anymore. She looked over at Daryl, watching as he chewed on his thumb. He was right, they would catch on when she wasn't pregnant.

"So what do we do?"

"Leave...Tonight." He said as simply as he could, before standing and walking into the bedroom.

She was left standing there watching as he walked away, a million thoughts racing through her mind.

So there is a mystery of how Daryl got condoms lol It'll be explained in a flashback :-)

In later chapters, I'll try to expand the sex scene's. I'm still not completely comfortable with writing them, but, I'm becoming comfortable.

Also, I may be writing a prequel to this story. But, it'll only be a few chapters long, leading up to when this story begins.