Author's Note: It's getting so close to my first term exams and I'm kind of nervous, we've done so much work that I'm not even sure how I'm going to study for it all. Oh well, I guess that's a problem that everyone has. Last chapter for this short story, I really enjoyed this story and hope you did to! Feel free to leave a review if you have a spare minute, I'd absolutely love you for it!

Disclaimer: Still don't own the walking dead, but hey, a girl can dream.

They drove for hours with no real destination; they didn't really have anywhere to go. The place that they had been had been ideal, and warm, which was important. Daryl was driving slowly because of how much blowing snow there was around, it was really hard to see. Beth couldn't remember having this bad of a winter early on, the weather was worse today than it had ever been. In her farm days, Beth would have said that god was angry at the non believing people how inhabited his earth. Now, she could just take it as weather was just evil, and a total bitch. Beth shook her head a tiny bit; her father wouldn't want her to swear.

Daryl looked over briefly as she sighed deeply, and he reached over and placed and hand on top of her knee. He even squeezed it a tiny bit, and for the most part Beth found it helped. If they stayed in contact, it was much easier for her to tell herself that she wasn't alone in this horrible world. Plus, his hand was warm and Beth was freezing. She was wearing a heavy coat, and wasn't even in the wind, but could still feel herself shiver. The truck wasn't very warm; in fact they could still see their breath. Beth wasn't about to complain though, Daryl was just as cold as she was, he was just much better at hiding it and there was no use complaining about something that they really can't do anything about.

By the time it got dark, they were pulling up into a small town, towns weren't the most ideal place to stay but it was way more dangerous to be out in the dark. The picked an apartment building that had a second floor and with a fire escape that involved a latter. The walkers couldn't climb and barely had the ability to walk properly, so it would be an ideal escape route if necessary.

Daryl broke into the building which had been chained shut; they did their best to block off the entrance and any doorways they went through. This was the only way could get up, so the harder it was for them, the better. This place wouldn't be a good place to stay for long, but they needed somewhere tonight and it would be good to spend tomorrow planning and resting. Once at the apartment they had chosen from the ground, Daryl though down the bag that he had brought with him from the truck. It was the bag that held the most of his fresh deer and a few other perishables that they had collected as a group.

The apartment was stripped clean of pictures from the wall and any food left was rotten. This was a good sign that the people had left at the beginning, taking most things helpful with them. But the bed still had blankets on them and the shower had a few open bottles of shampoo and conditioner by it. Pans and dishes in the kitchen as well, stuff that would have been too bulky and heavy to carry with them. Beth was glad that they didn't have to look at or take down other peoples photos, she already didn't like invading into houses but she knew it was necessary for survival. She was starting to wonder if they should head back to the farm and collect everything that was just left behind in the fast pace they had to leave it behind. In the basement they had many canned good that would have fed the whole group for years, and they had seed for farm land in the summer. If just the two of them made it back there now and were able to set up a good tight perimeter, they would be set for decades, probably life if they could protect it.

Daryl was setting up a way to cook, using the largest pot to fill with things that would burn and placing another small pot on top of that one that would actually be used to cook the meat. He was cooking a fair amount, because it wouldn't last forever and they would eat heavily from it for this week if they could keep it from spoiling. Instead of a large group of small portions, now it would be a small group of large portions. Daryl let Beth take over with the cooking as soon as he had the fire lit. Yet didn't really have anything to do, so just sat by her and watched her work.

Beth couldn't help but feel Daryl's eyes on her, they were eyes of a man who cared for her and she wasn't sure she had even felt an intense stare like that before. It made her feel warm inside, like she wouldn't ever be alone, like she could trust him with absolutely anything. They ate together plastered up against each other's sides, and Beth couldn't help but wonder just how upset he was about losing everyone. She had heard that he had had a brother at the beginning and lost him right away, because of Rick it had sounded like. Still, he seemed to really like everyone in the group despite that, and enjoyed being there. Now he had lost that make shift family as well, now all he had was her. Poor substitute.

She found herself leaning against him more after the meal, neither wanted to move away from the small fire they had going for both light and warmth. "Wonder if it's anywhere close to Christmas yet, or even if we missed it." She found himself wondering aloud and only got a grunt from Daryl in return. He probably didn't care, but this was the first Christmas not spent with her overly large family. She would miss them. She would miss everyone she had ever met. "We should head back to the farm and try to set up a perimeter there again after we head out for this place, we had a basement full of canned everything and everything to set up a huge garden when the snow melts. We could set up a life there if we could protect it." Daryl looked at her during her little speech and looked a tiny bit confused, "Would ya be alright with goin back home without 'im?" His southern drawl was concerned.

Beth took a few minutes to take a few deep and calming breaths. "We would be way better off there with supplies, than out in the open." She knew she didn't exactly sound sure, but that was the best she was going to be able to do. It would be a long road that they would have to travel down together to get back to the farm and set up a life, with just the two of them it would be very much doable. They were both strong people who had skills that they could use to keep each other safe and even build a life together. They would make it, they had to.

Daryl didn't say anything more, just blew out the fire and took Beth by her hand, leading her over to the bed. They lay down together and Beth felt her heart beat fast, guess they would be sharing a bed then. She hadn't shared a bed with a guy before; her father had said it wasn't proper. It didn't matter now though, it was just the two of them and they were going to have to get used to one another. She kind of just wished he would feel awkward about it too though, because then she wouldn't feel like the teenaged virgin girl that she was when she blushed because of something Daryl did. How was this her life now?

She was still glad if anyone was left, it was just them two. Beth moved closer to Daryl and could now feel his front pressed up against her back. Daryl brought an arm up and hooked it around her and rubbed his face into the back of her head. "Go to sleep, we got a lot of stuff to do in the morning." He grumbled quietly. He apparently didn't feel awkward about anything and even placed a sweet kiss on her neck. "Ya don't gotta worry, I'll take care of ya. I'll make ya happy, we can be happy together."

She believed him with all her heart. The two of them together would do more then make it; down this long road they were going to be happy together.