November 2005

He woke to Sam’s startled, strangled cry, and he was on his feet with his Colt cool in his hand before he realized that his brother had been dreaming.

‘Sammy, Jesus Christ,’ he muttered, thumbing the safety back on before he put a bullet through the goddamned lampshade. Sam looked up at him from the other bed, sweaty-faced, wet-eyed, and then kicked free from the tangle he’d made of his sheets and ran for the bathroom; the light went on and the door slammed shut and a heartbeat later Dean heard him throwing up the little he’d eaten at supper—a shitty apple and half an egg-salad sandwich from the Kwik Stop on the highway, and a candy bar Dean had practically forced down his gullet, ‘cause his kid clearly needed protein, and Snickers had, y’know, peanuts. 

Damn it.

He tucked the gun back beneath his pillow, scrubbed a hand across his hair and stood irresolute for a moment in the center of their room, then padded quietly over to the bathroom door.  Rested his forehead and one hand against the thin cheap wood, didn’t open it. ‘Sam,’ he said. ‘You all right, man?’

One breath, two. ‘M fine,’ his brother managed, which Dean would have believed, sure, no problem, if only the kid hadn’t sounded like he’d been flayed open and left for dead on the side of the fucking road. 


They worked a few cases, saved a few people, hunted a few things. Sam lost ten pounds and stopped sleeping anywhere save for the cradle of the front seat, with the road humming beneath Baby’s tires and his head tipped against the window, a pained furrow between his brows. 

He still woke, always, from a nightmare.

He was, always, fine.


They were in western Indiana, one state line and 250 miles from a room full of shattered mirrors, when Dean opened his eyes, a little after midnight, to find Sam sitting on the edge of the other bed, head in his hands, sheets and blankets a messy tumble at his back. 

‘Hey,’ he said, rubbing sleep from his eyes. ‘You all right?’

I’m fine, he expected, but Sam said nothing, and he came all the way awake.


In nothing but his boxers, shoulders hunched, feet bare, his little brother looked small, somehow, and painfully vulnerable. ‘ … I can’t sleep,’ he admitted, soft and young and lost. ‘I just … ‘ His fingers tightened in his hair. ‘Dean, I’m so tired, and I can’t—I can’t sleep.’

Dean’s heart clenched up, hard, behind his ribs, because he knew that voice, even though he hadn’t heard it in a dozen years: Dean, help, his baby brother had said, at seven, bringing him a dying bird with a broken wing; and But Dean I want to stay, he’d cried, at ten in West Virginia; and Dean and Dean and Dean, Sammy always so certain that he could fix it, that he could help, no matter how many times he failed him.

‘… I know,’ he said, quietly, because there wasn’t anything the fuck else to say, no matter how much he wished otherwise. ‘Sammy, man, the nightmares about Jess, they’re—they’re gonna get better, okay?’ he said. ‘They always do; it’s—’

Sam was shaking his head, slow and weary. ‘I’m not dreaming about Jess,’ he said, and Dean blinked at him, because what the hell? ‘I mean, I am, but not … not all the time.’ He pushed a hand back through his hair. ‘It’s always the fire,’ he said, softly. ‘But sometimes it’s … it’s Dad, on the ceiling, dying.’ A shuddery breath. ‘Most of the time it’s you.’

Dean’s throat closed up, hard. ‘Sammy,’ he managed, but the kid just shook his head again, looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes. 

‘I can’t—I can’t keep watching you die, man; not after … you’re all I got, and I can’t …’ His voice cracked, took something in Dean’s chest with it. They were quiet for a moment, the only sound the rumble of a semi passing by outside on the highway, and the low murmur of the TV from the manager’s office on the other side of the wall.

‘C’mere,’ Dean finally said. He scooted over in the narrow double bed. ‘Just … grab your pillow, all right? You ain’t gonna get any sleep over there.’

He could have sworn he saw his little brother flushing in the dark. ‘D-Dean, I … I don’t–’

He smacked the mattress, once. ‘Shut up and lie your bony ass down, Sasquatch. I ain’t gonna tell you again.’

It took a minute, but four years’ distance apparently hadn’t sapped all of his Big Brother mojo, because Sam finally crawled in beside him, hesitantly, mattress lurching briefly beneath his weight.

They lay quietly for awhile, both of them on their backs, shoulders close but not touching in the dark.

‘Hey, you remember that awesome diner in Georgia from when you were a kid?’ Dean asked. ‘With the waffles and the peanut butter pie?’

He didn’t think it was going to work for a moment, but then, softly: ‘The one with the big peach on the sign? Outside Savannah?’

‘Yeah. Dad and I ended up back there about four months ago, after we cleaned up a haunting in the city. They still got the pie. I was worried, you know? That they’d be sellin’, like, tofu cheesecake or somethin’ by now, but they still got it. Same dumb curtains, same dumb tablecloths, same awesome pie. Sweet potato fries are still good, too.’ He shifted a little, settling himself more comfortably. ‘What were you, twelve, when you polished off that basket of ‘em? The owner came out to take a picture.’ He didn’t mention that he’d found it in August, a Polaroid tacked up on the wall with three hundred others, Sammy sweet-faced and floppy-haired and shyly smiling, or that it was tucked safely now in the glove box, with the few other precious things Dean owned.

He could hear Sam’s smile, even if he couldn’t see it; could feel the tension starting to drain a little from his brother’s long body. ‘Yeah,’ he said. And then: ‘You got the recipe from the cook, remember? Tried to make them for me the next time we were at Bobby’s.’

‘Yeah, well. Not all of my plans are genius, Sammy,’ he said, and his brother snorted out a soft little laugh in the dark. 

Dean talked on, softly, about nothing important: a diner he and Dad had found in Nebraska one Christmas Eve; a ski cabin in Maine they’d slept warm and safe in for a week; the massive, moss-covered oak he’d spend a night under on Jekyll Island, waiting for the ghosts of a slaver and his son. After awhile Sam rolled onto his side, curling up bit by bit in the space between them until his forehead was touching Dean’s arm and one bony knee bumping against Dean’s leg; a little while longer and there were long, hesitant fingertips settling soft against his ribs, like his little brother just wanted to make sure he was real, that he was there. Dean was reminiscing fondly about a burger called the Mac Attack he’d found in Boston when he heard the kid’s breath finally settle into the slow, easy rhythm of sleep.

He lay quietly for a long while beside his brother in the dark, and never knew when he tumbled headlong into dreaming.


He woke a little after 7:00, their room still dark, December rain coming down steady and cold outside. Sam was still sound asleep, sprawled across Dean’s chest the same way he’d slept as a kid, tucked in under Dean’s arm with his face hidden in the crook of Dean’s neck and one arm and leg thrown over him in a haphazard tangle of limbs. Warm to his bones, Dean shifted just a little to ease the cramping in his lower back; Sam snuffled and kicked and wound himself more tightly around him in reply. ‘D’n,’ he mumbled.

Dean settled a hand in his brother’s hair, and closed his eyes against the coming day.

Fic Rec part 2

Part 1 here, and Christmas fic rec here:


-Real and untouched,
by Wellthatdepends: “let’s stop chasing ghosts and live” AU post “Alone” M

-Scar Tissue, by The Bella Cat (Thevampirecat):  "He wonders sometimes when this happens where she starts and he ends. How much of this is his memory of her and how much is just him. It’s not that he doesn’t know what this is. He’s broken, he might be crazy, but he’s not stupid.“ The world falls apart and it just keeps on falling. T

-What matters and wha´s important, by Spaceshipdear: Sitting in the clean room of Deanna’s house, Beth answers her questions and realizes she can’t let her know who she truly is. ONE SHOT where Beth survived and entered Alexandria with the group. With some Bethyl of course. M

-I bet you didn´t know someone could love you this much, by Dynamicsymmetry:  Daryl’s back from hunting earlier than expected, with a prize to show off to Beth. Throw in an unexpectedly open door, weeks of tension, a very different kind of showing off, and a decision to not walk away, and watch what happens. - Bethyl Smut Week. So M.

-Doesn´t matter if you don´t wanna play my game, by Dynamicsymmetry:  Life is good in the funeral home, friendship has become something much more, and Beth has gone a long way toward shaking Daryl of his initial shyness. But when he comes home from hunting to her own kind of ambush, she gets a lot more than she was expecting. Though maybe also exactly what she wanted. Written for Bethyl Smut Week.M

-Trascendence, by SwiftSnowmane:  In her mind’s eye she saw as a bird sees, across the charred ruins of the metropolis to the vast countryside, and to the dark forest beyond. (Beth during ‘Slabtown’.) T

-Sooner or later, by  SwiftSnowmane:  Life in the prison is safe, but Beth finds herself longing for…something. Daryl notices, and makes her a promise. K

-Come back to me, by Sheriffandsteel:  He has to leave her body behind when the walkers come. He has just turned away and closed his eyes when hers snap open.T

-Miles I go before I sleep: She isn’t mad at them. How can she be? She got shot in the head and who would ever think a person could survive that? She can’t be mad at them for that; for leaving her behind. T

- All we touch becomes ours, by Seren23:  It all clicks into place and she holds her breath. The cleanliness of the place, the dog, the supplies, all of it. It was a trap and acid rises in her throat. He takes her hand and they run off into the night. Beth/Daryl, going AU after ‘Alone’. T

- Let´s keep warm till it´s day, by Seren23:  “It’s more than enough,” she argues. “All the fences in the world can’t keep evil out. And even the deepest ditch can be crossed.” She bends her head down to catch his eyes. “It doesn’t mean anything if you’re not around to benefit from it, you know?” Beth/Daryl. Sequel to ’all that we touch becomes ours.’ M

-My ghost, where´d you go?, by weshallflyaway:  It’s a standoff. She stands with her automatic raised at them, finger on the trigger, gaze never wavering from her target. The man faces her, gripping the crossbow tightly, sweating as he does so. From across the short distance between them, Beth can see his hands shaking ever so slightly. Hers are rock steady.

- In The Blink of an Eye (Hear The Beat of My Heart), by  SpicyPepper-SweetSugar:  Post 5x08 “Coda”. The group deals with the loss of Beth and Daryl is slowly distancing himself. Then one day, the strangest thing happens and his world is turned upside-down.M

-Bethyl smut week prompts, by Abelina:  One-shots, and smaller ficlets, written in response to prompts from Bethyl Smut Week 2016, as well as some anon smut ficlets written just prior. M

-In deepest devotion, by Schwoozie:  Beth wants to try something new in the bedroom. Daryl is more than happy to oblige.M

-A little faith, by Severina:  Trouble on a supply run. M

-America´s pastime, by Severina:  A little distraction in the midst of the chaos.M

-Ticking clocks, by Abelina:  Beth survived the gunshot wound that should have killed her. That her family believed truly had killed her. Against all odds, she has found her way back to them. M

-The world was on fire, by Punkynemo (Thevampirecat): There’s a girl - of course there is. There’s always a girl. And she’s bright and she’s beautiful and her eyes are like the sky and her voice like air. There’s a girl, and she’s everything. And then she’s gone.


-The most, by LemonStar:  AU S4 prison. Beth looked back to him and she was smiling again and he didn’t know her well enough to know if it was an actual smile or a fake one. And for some reason, not knowing that bothered him even though he had no idea why it would. He had other things – bigger things – to worry about than whether or not Beth Greene’s smile was genuine.M

-Something pretty, by LemonStar:  Follow-up to The Most”. A day at the prison. Daryl slowly pulled his lips back from Beth’s, smiling a little as her lips seemed to follow after his, not nearly ready enough for their kiss to end. “Come on,” he said. “Time to start the day.” M

-It goes on, by Lemonstar:  AU S4 prison. Follow-up to ``The most´´ and Something pretty´´ . He could see how this would be a happy occasion. It was a happy occasion and he wasn’t a dick enough to deprive them of celebrating it. T

-Tomorrow we die, by Gillyflower34:  Story picks up when Beth and Daryl are in the funeral home together. Instead of Beth getting picked up by the cops from Slabtown, she and Daryl are both taken in by the group that will eventually become the Saviors from the comic book. Rated M for violence, implied sexual violence, sexual content and dark themes.

-Cougar´s kitten, by BustersJezebel: "Oh pretty kitten you got no idea.” Daryl said as his mouth swooped down, teeth biting at Beth’s deliberately pouting bottom lip. His teeth scraped over it, pulling on it as he used it to pull Beth forward into his arms. “Legs around me now.” He ordered as he picked her up. M

-Shade of the sun, by Swiftsnowmane:  Even the last man standing cannot stand forever. M

-Make it through, by Wellthatdepends:  she’s just lucky.M

-Wolves, by Eighthirteen:  After one group gets caught in Terminus, the others fend for themselves. They reflect on the past and the relationships they’ve forged. M


-But we persevere, by Wellthatdepends:  her heart soars with possibilities [fairytale AU] K+

-All about you, by Wellthatdepends:  it starts with a calendar [firefighter AU] M

-Your hand in mine, by Wellthatdepends:  this is our time [friday night lights AU] M

-Teasing to please, by Wellthatdepends:  a man can only handle so much sweet, sweet torture M

-Blue Mountains, by Lemonstar: Follow-up to “Fight to Win”. Family and fluff. If Beth hadn’t mentioned her dreams of a spring wedding, she knew she and Daryl would be married already. And him wanting to give her what she wanted just made her love him all the more. M

-How sweet it is, by LemonStar:  AU - no zombies. From “Fight to Win” in which Grandma Liv never died and Daryl brings Beth to meet her. A parallel universe is a theory of a self-contained separate reality co-existing with one’s own.

-Vixen in disguise, by Abelina:  She’s sweet, alright, smiles like the sun, loves her Daddy and she does have that heart of gold, but she’s a naughty little vixen all wrapped up in the body of the Girl Next Door and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Highschool AU. M

-Planing ahead, by LemonStar:  From “The Orchard”. “You have it all mapped out already?” Beth couldn’t help but show her surprise. For some reason – a very good reason – she just imagined that Daryl thought of the farm and nothing much more than that. K

-Far, by Alisarb:  They just need a car and the road ahead of them T

-Lightby Alisarb:  Daryl and Beth had been together for a couple years now, and if their relationship is already strange for people, the circumstances around them make their love even stranger for some. But not for them. T

-Adrift in the aisles, by burningupasun: Daryl has always followed the road set out in front of him. But when Merle gets put in jail and there’s no one to lead the way anymore, he finds himself adrift. He’s got a job, and a place to live, but it’s in a grocery store of all places, as he stands baffled by row after row of endless choices, that he meets someone who might just help him truly find his way. K+

-Hit and Run (Right back to you), by PopCultureSalad:  Beth is in a minor car accident, and Daryl seems to be more concerned with missing out on a prized buck. T

-Honey, I´m Good, by LemonStar:  “Oh, I’m sure ya, sure ya will make somebody’s night. But, oh, I assure ya, assure ya, it sure as hell’s not mine.”

-Make that girl smile, by Schwoozie:  It’s Beth’s first birthday since her suicide attempt, and Maggie thinks she deserves something special. Spending her 18th birthday at the Dixon Lounge isn’t exactly what Beth thought she had in mind; neither, of course, is being singled out for a private dance from the owner’s little brother.M

-My shiny,shiny love, by Schwoozie:  Beth thinks she’s seen everything there is to see in this sleepy Georgia diner; everything, that is, until a man comes in with a sleeve tattoo and a baby in his arms. Who could fault Beth for melting like an abandoned slice à la mode? T

-Where the love light beams, by Schwoozie:  A tree, a fire, a pile of blankets, an empty house, and someone to share it with—with the winter winds howling outside, Beth could ask for nothing more. M

-Going my way, by Schwoozie: Beth and Jimmy have been practically engaged since birth; all it will take is a five hour drive from Senoia to Charleston to make it official.Beth doesn’t expect to get stranded several miles down the road. She definitely doesn’t expect a rough and rowdy motorcyclist to pick her up. But it’s alright; it’s been a long time since she’s done something other than what was expected. M


-Everything where it belongs, by  Dynamicsymmetry: It’s been months since Grady, and Beth is haunted by the spectre of Daryl shot dead right before her eyes - and haunted even more by the conviction that it was all her fault. But he isn’t quite as dead as he was supposed to be.And she’s not sure which is worse. M, Psychological horror and Sexual Violence

-Endurance, by  SpicyPepper-SweetSugar: Three years have passed since Daryl and the others arrived at the ASZ. The community is now lead by Rick and Deanna together as they try to keep the balance of living and surviving. When a new threat arises, however, Daryl is forced to face the past that he has been trying to put behind, because on the side of the enemy, a familiar face can be seen. M and Rape/Non-Con.

-Life isSweet, by Schoozie:  Beth came back wrong and she knows it. She doesn’t need to be reminded by everyone else.M, Disturbing themes and Dubious consent.

-Before they were them, by Maebe:  The road in the autumn after the farm falls is rough. Unable to find shelter during a storm, the group is stuck huddling for shelter in the Georgia forest. Bethyl cuddling for warmth.G

-Haunted Hello, by Mondieu666:  Daryl is haunted by what happened to Beth but in this new, unpredictable world, nothing stays lost.


-Converge, by Tanglingshadows: Before didn’t matter anymore. All that counted was that they were together. Just two opposite souls standing at the edge of the world, holding hands and maybe hoping for more. M

-Questions, by Hellooxbrightxeyes: Beth has questions for Daryl at the end of the world.


-Catch me, for Lemonstar:  Beth is a young single mother who is trying to get her baking business off the ground. She works from home and is observant of those around her. She knows of the two men who live in the apartment across from her. One comes home late at night, drunk and stumbling into walls, and the other is quiet, hardly speaking at all. T

-Georgia Peach, by Autumn Skyy: [Look Alive, Sunshine AU] Beth had to admit that he intimidated her when they first met in that rundown bar in downtown Atlanta, but Daryl Dixon wasn’t a bad man. After all, he was the father of her child. Bethyl. (Basically what Look Alive, Sunshine would be without the ZA. No need to read Look Alive first).T

-Third Week in June, by Arrowsandangels:  What if Daryl had met the Greene’s when he was 17? What if Herschel had become his mentor? When Shawn, Maggie, and Beth were all still kids. How would that have changed his life? Daryl grows from a teen to an adult. And Beth is a kid, until she isn’t a kid any more. Will organically grow into Bethyl, when they’re both grown up. Totally AU - No Zombies. Ever.

-They seek him there, by LadyIngenue:  Daryl has been evading the Stasi for months and smuggling people to safety. When he meets Beth he realises he might not have to work alone anymore, but can he trust her when the Governor wants to have her for himself? M for sex, language. Bethyl slow burn, AU no ZA. M

-Howl, by Dynamicsymmetry : A year after the mysterious slaughter of her entire family, Beth Greene is no closer to finding those responsible, and no one will believe her when she insists they weren’t human. But when she saves a monster of a very different kind, she finds herself drawing close to her goal in ways she never expected. And he might be the most unexpected thing of all. Bethyl and werewolves, yay. M

-The life and times of Beth Greene and Daryl Dixon, by Feliz:  Random drabbles of Beth and Daryl in various non-ZA AUs. M

-A Soldier and a Nurse, by Dixongurl:  (Civil War Era) After being wounded, Daryl Dixon is brought back, by a nurse with a heart of gold. But their time together is shortened, due to unfortunate circumstances.M 

-Almost fine, by Schwoozie: With the life she’s had, Daryl thinks it will be good for his ma—living on this farm, married to Mr. Hershel Greene. Still doesn’t mean Daryl’s comfortable with the thought of getting a new father; not with how the old one worked out.A new sister, though. That new sister is its own problem.

-This love, by Xmjcx:  Bethyl biker gang AU. “If Merle Dixon is trouble spelt with a capital ’T’, then Beth Greene honestly has no idea where to even begin with his younger brother, Daryl.”

-A world above-A bethyl Persephone and Hades AU, by Bethgreenewarriorprincess:  Two couples, two worlds, suspended in time. Beth and Daryl. Persephone and Hades. Their love story is the same and intertwined in the fates. Told in two verses, in today’s modern world in the sleepy town of Olympic Falls and in the Underworld, where this mythic love tale was born, this story is one of love designed and deigned by the gods themselves.

-The landlord´s daughter, by Ambrosia29: Daryl’s bike dies on him in the middle of nowhere, so he walks the miles into town. He turns down the first road with a home at the end, a single candle burning in an upstairs window. He doesn’t expect a welcome greeting but neither does he expect the greeting he does receive - nor the young woman it came from.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you know some good Bethyl fanfiction out there? Thanks in advance :)

Hi! Yes of course :) I made a Bethyl fic rec list here and can actually add some since I’ve been reading new ones ever since:

_Give it some time (till the end of the world) - by onborrowedwings (rated T, one-shot)
The others, they begin to forget her, and Daryl tries to be okay with that.There should be someone who remembers though. There should be someone and it’ll be him.

_tomorrow there’ll be so much to do - by lindentree (rated T, one-shot)
Everybody seems to think it’s kinda funny or odd, or something, but Daryl’s always been good with babies.A lost scene from early season 4 that probably totally happened, I bet.

_what signs remain - by lindentree (rated M, WIP)
Beth’s kidnapping goes down a little differently, in that it doesn’t go down.A Bethyl AU that splits off from canon during 4x13 “Alone.”

_what we became along the way - by onborrowedwings (rated T, WIP)
They’ve been out on the road too long, he knows that. Too much time out in the wild, and he’s begun to forget what safety feels like, begun to forget how to be around people - how to be around anyone but her.

_Hold on - by JodyBarsch (rated T, WIP)
Beth stands close to Daryl. Daryl’s eyes always float to her. The group is beginning to notice… [Set post Season 3, the bulk written before Season 4 aired, so now it’s a little AU, i.e. no Zach, Carl’s not in the farming penalty box, etc.]

_Faith - by JodyBarsch (rated M, WIP)
If Beth had NOT been kidnapped and Daryl and she had stayed on the road together: On the road, searching for safety, searching for community, keeping an eye out for their dispersed group, Daryl and Beth make a go of it as best they can, becoming a solid unit of two. Encountering both the living and the dead, they must fight not only for survival but for faith the fight is worth it.

_Heavy - by CoraRochester (rated M, WIP but last updated in 2014 :/)
“He didn’t think on Beth. Tried not to… That was a fool thing to do, and Daryl Dixon wasn’t a fool. Just a man trying to survive.“Daryl brings some books home from a run, causing a subtle shift in his relationship with Beth. Heavy charts a slow burn relationship between the pair, taking a look at life at the prison and diverging slightly from the events of season 4.

_I bet you didn’t know someone could love you this much - by dynamicsymmetry (rated E, two-shot)
Daryl’s back from hunting earlier than expected, with a prize to show off to Beth. Throw in an unexpectedly open door, weeks of tension, a very different kind of showing off, and a decision to not walk away, and… Well. Watch what happens.

_Howl - by dynamicsymmetry (rated E, WIP)
A year after the mysterious slaughter of her entire family, Beth Greene is no closer to finding those responsible, and no one will believe her when she insists they weren’t human. But when she’s saved by - and proceeds to save - a monster of a very different kind, she finds herself drawing close to her goal in ways she never expected.And he might be the most unexpected thing of all.

_tune my heart to sing thy grace - by dynamicsymmetry (rated G, one-shot)
Little Christmas Eve thing, in the peaceful time before the fall of the prison. Of course Daryl is sort of uncomfortable with this whole Christmas business. Of course Beth won’t leave him alone.

_real and untouched - by wellthatdepends (rated M, one-shot)
let’s stop chasing ghosts and live

_say the word - by Abelina (rated E, one-shot)
Daryl, Beth, a cold night in a warm barn, and a game of words that gets out of hand. Canon-divergent post Alone.

_Seconds and Hours - by Abelina (rated T/M, one-shots)
It doesn’t matter much, in the end, how she came to be not dead, just that she isn’t. She isn’t and she found them and she’s here. Beth arrives alive and (mostly) well at the ASZ, much to the surprise of everyone.

_My shiny, shiny love - by Schwoozie (rated T, one-shot)
Beth thinks she’s seen everything there is to see in this sleepy Georgia diner; everything, that is, until a man comes in with a sleeve tattoo and a baby in his arms. Who could fault Beth for melting like an abandoned slice à la mode?

_Landslide - by bicycles (rated M, one-shot)
Beth and Daryl spend their first Christmas together at the funeral home.

_’Til I’m home again - by HaloNoir (rated T, complete)
Beth and Daryl’s journey, if things had gone a different way. Now AU. Started right after Beth’s kidnap.

_sooner or later - by Swiftsnowmane (rated G, WiP)
Life in the prison is safe, but Beth finds herself longing for…something. Daryl notices, and makes her a promise.

_will you be my anchor - by dynamicsymmetry (rated T, one-shot)
Daryl can’t handle it when Beth cries. Except after the moonshine and the fire, maybe he can. Maybe she showed him something. Maybe she taught him how.

_A favor and a fantasy - by rebbie (rated E, one-shot)
Daryl has a fantasy and Beth has a favour to ask.

_This need in me - by PunkyNemo (rated E, one-shot)
re are only so many places to hide at the end of the world. And some of them are small and some of them are cramped. Doesn’t mean they can’t make the best out of a bad situation though. Doesn’t mean that at all.

_Surfacing - by lindentree (rated M, complete)
It’s the strangest thing, surfacing from unconsciousness.
Beth lives.

_Red Strings - by sheriffgreene (rated M, WIP)
Beth’s been waiting her whole life to meet him. Daryl’s only certain of one thing: staying far away from her, far from the places a girl named Beth could possibly be, was the best idea he’s had his whole damn life.

_It’s just a poncho? - by flippantninny (rated T,one-shot)
Daryl loves his poncho, if anyone even dares to touch it they can expect to have to deal with a very pissed of redneck. Well… maybe there’s one exception.

_Will you miss me when I burn and will you eye me with a longing - by Zagzagael (rated T, WIP)
How long has Daryl been aware of Beth?

That’s it for now and should cover you for a while ;) Don’t forget to leave some love and kudos for those talented and generous authors and don’t be shy to put suggestions in my askbox! 

Dear Diary (I mean Very Manly Journal),

          Fantastic day with my girl today. Finally she picked something to do for once. Don’t get me wrong I mean that in the nicest way possible. Georgia Diner is an excellent place to eat and spend a day with an awesome girl. *insert heart here* The decor is nice and fancy looking but the food is also affordable. Following our lovely meal we decided to browse Target. Lovely. Last time we did that I got lost and I’m not gonna lie, I was that sad little kid that loses his parents and just sits down and cries. Anyway today I scored some lovely t-shirts and some clean smelling deodorant. Then on to Macy’s. Now I don’t buy things at Macy’s because I’m currently in a self-induced recession but my girl wanted a new bag to use for school so we headed to the handbag section to look for a fossil bag. There was this very awesome looking one which costs 128 which was 128 dollars more than I had. Then I saw this sign that made me happy. IT WAS 40% OFF. That means it would be 76.80. So I wanted to pay for it via plastic because I had money for that but she wouldn’t let me and paid for it herself. I’m still happy she got a nice bag that she wanted. Now the main reason I went to the mall, as stupid as this sounds, was for socks. We spent a while walking around floor to floor looking at store to store but we ended up in the food court. The sushi place looks nice but it was almost empty. So we just sat in front of a screen looking for songs to request. TAYLOR SWIFT!!! Anyway I had a great time but I noticed one thing. I DIDN’T BUY SOCKS…