The first time Daryl Dixon saw his bride, he was actually breathless. Though, some might have argued that was from the stifling Georgia heat on that sunny summer day at the Greene Family Farm. It seemed that Beth had invited the whole town and Daryl was surprised at how many people showed, no doubt here for her and not him but there wasn't a single breeze in the air, and Daryl had to consciously restrict himself from loosening the tie around his neck or roll up the sleeves on the pressed white button up he wore. Beth had tried to tell him she didn't care what he wore, just as long as he was standing at the end of that aisle, but even Daryl knew it would have been kind of a dick move if he hadn't dressed up, at least a little bit.

When he had proposed, he felt like he might have let her down a little bit. Not one for a bunch of words or grand gestures, Daryl took her out into the woods, to their favorite spot, that little swimming hole, and while they skinny dipped in the water, he grabbed her hand underneath the surface and pushed the ring on. When she pulled her hand out and looked down at her finger, only to see the skinny white gold band with a small diamond in the center, she threw her arms and legs around him. There were few words exchanged, but it mostly consisted of Beth giggling while nodded yes enthusiastically into his shoulder while his fingers gripped her back.

He also had to stop himself from reaching up to rub his chest, the spot just over his heart, to scratch at the ink in embedded in his irritated skin. It was a wedding gift for Beth, her name, and some people might think it wasn't the most romantic thing in the world, but apparently great minds think a like because Daryl knew when Beth walked down that aisle towards him, he knew that his name would be etched into her hip under that white dress.

Daryl had just sat down, opening up the front of his shirt, and sat, fingers fidgeting while the artist put the stencil on his body. The guy had looked at him with a raised brow when Daryl told him what he had wanted, probably thinking he was some poor bastard whose old lady was gonna ditch out in a month of two and that this was a pretty stupid idea, but he wasn't going to open his mouth and outright say that because this would be easy money. Hearing the buzz of the gun, he felt the needle pierce into his skin as the guy began tracing over the outline.

Both the artist and Daryl were quiet and he was thankful that the guy at least didn't try to make small talk with him, so he was pretty much left alone with his thoughts. He had already thought long and hard about whether or not this was something Beth would appreciate, he did, and if he was being totally honest, this was just as much for him as it was for her. This way he could always carry her with him close to his heart.

Suffice to say, Daryl had been pretty shocked when the tattoo artist momentarily stopped pressing the needle into his flesh. He looked up to see what had caught the guy's attention and was really questioning if he was seeing what everyone else was. It was no surprise she had everyone in the shop staring at her, too fresh faced and too pure to be there, and it gave Daryl somewhat of a thrill, that he was the only one around to know just how wild that girl could be, but he wouldn't have guessed that Beth would get a tattoo, as it wasn't something she had ever brought up with him before. She was talking to another artist at the front, explaining to him what she wanted, and Daryl sat back and watched, not yet alerting her of his presence. Apparently there hadn't been any need to do that whatsoever because simply being in the same room together was enough for Beth. Her eyes quickly looked away from the artist and straight towards Daryl, sitting in the chair with his shirt hanging open, half of her name scribbled on his chest. He smirked at her and he saw that devilish grin appear across her own features.

They seated her in the chair next to him, lying her down on her back, and Daryl about punctured the skin of his palms with his jagged fingernails from squeezing his hand in a fist so hard when she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, exposing her left hip. She blushed and he snorted when everyone involved got a good look at the finger grip bruises and rather large bite mark that blemished her pale skin. She quickly decided that while still bruised, the right side which was lacking the imprint of his teeth would be a better choice.

He couldn't tear his eyes away as the other man began permanently penning his name onto her body, and after what felt like seconds, his own tattoo was finished. Somewhat reluctantly he got up, redid his shirt over the clear plastic that covered his newest addition, and paid. Once outside, he lit a cigarette and waited. Not twenty minutes later, Beth came out the same front door with the tops of her jeans rolled down, and thanks to that transparent covering, he could clearly see his own name now forever inked onto her skin. "You like it?"

Beth soon found out just how much Daryl liked it when he pulled her around to the back side of the building. Sure, there were much better places but for now, the alley behind a tattoo shop would do just fine. He took her fast and hard up against the wall with his eyes never leaving her body. Beth had felt the irritation of her own tattoo due to the current positioning but she seemed to forget about the pain when she practically ripped open Daryl's shirt and brushed her delicate fingers over her name on his chest while he entered her again and again. It didn't take long for either of them to cum, both of them desperately craving their release, and Daryl silenced Beth's scream by capturing her mouth in a feverish kiss, seconds later spilling himself inside of her.

Before allowing her legs to drop back to the solid ground, he whispered into her ear. "I love you." Beth squeezed him close to her, even more than he already was, and panted back.

"I love you too. Forever."

Daryl held his breath as the music began to play, some sweet melody that Beth had picked out, and he saw her come out of the house on Hershe's arm and he felt like the figurative wind had been knocked from his lungs. His mind couldn't even come up with the words to describe her. She was a vision in white, the lace dress clinging to every curve of her body while still managing to maintain the modesty expected of her.

Soon Hershel had given her over to him and they stood at the altar, their eyes never once leaving each other. He saw tears in Beth's eyes and if she looked closely enough she would see the ones beginning to gather in his. They said their vows, the traditional ones, and they slipped rings onto each other's fingers and when he was told to kiss the bride, there was no hesitation. She laughed, face beaming with joy and Daryl could feel it deep within himself, wanting to burst out of his body. There was a full smile on his face, not a smirk, not a grin, not a twitch of the lips, but a teeth showing brightly lit smile. They were bonded together now, in holy matrimony, and the thought of that used to have him running scared, but now he knew there was no place he'd rather be. He was perfectly content standing up in front of all of those cheering people with his bride wrapped up in his arms just after having confessed to God and everyone how much he loved her.

"And now I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Daryl Dixon."

And damn, he really did like the sound of that.