"Wait!" Beth shouted, her feet scrambling to run forward. She got one step, then another before she got pulled back. She turned to look at what was stopping her and found Daryl's hand grabbing the back of her sweater so hard his knuckles were white. "Daryl, get off!" (Fix it for the MSF)

Beth stepped closer to wrap her arms around him in a hug that warmed him down to his toes, even with her little belly poking at him. This girl had no idea the effect she had on other people - on him - or the effect she would have on their baby. She was going to be a great mother - a protective mother - a lioness. Daryl could see it now. (Last installment of The Ampersand Series.)

"Maybe a man can love a broken thing, if he too, himself, is broken."

Daryl was after her to rest more; would gently push her onto the couch, refused to let her hunt or haul or dig. Time ate Beth up - every little bit of her brain - any piece of it that she used to be able to quiet with movement or exhaustion. All she had were dragging days, the long hours crawling past as she waited - bracing herself for the worst. Always the worst.

The summer seemed to burn endlessly like a montage of sunsets, one bleeding into the next, a vast sea of orange and pink and gold - and him always next to her. (The Notebook-esque inspired AU)

There was an urge to scream, loud and long, until she appeared out of the nothingness. Her bright eyes and blond hair lighting up every dank corner of his soul. You said you'd keep her safe, and now you can't even find her, Dixon. Some protector you are. (Sequel to Was & Gone)

Beth was taken that night, but she had survived; well, most of her had survived. It's been a year, maybe two, and she's been making it all on her own — moving, always moving. But no matter how many times she says it to herself "was" and "gone" just aren't compatible with Daryl Dixon.