Bethyl one shot, mostly dialog. The scene: After the prison break, Daryl and Beth run off together. They assume everyone is dead. As they travel, they come across an old car in which they ripped the back seat out and used it as a make-shift shelter. They get surrounded by walkers and take cover in the trunk of the car.

The hunter is on his own after his group was separated from each other after the attack on the prison. He is blindly walking the Georgia woods and comes across a cottage. He investigates it and gets more than he bargained for. A/U Daryl Dixon, OC May contain smut (probably)

Complete SMUT! This is my first smut fic. Bethyl. One-Shot. Rated M for a reason. SEX SEX SEX! R/R Please!

It's been a month. A long, cold and lonely month. We got separated as we were running from a herd of walkers. I tracked you as best as I could off of what you taught me, but I lost you after about two miles. I want to assume you're dead, but my mind won't wrap itself around that idea. Bethyl A/U oneshot