Beth kind of couldn't believe she'd done it, but she did and there was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. This might be her only chance and, if it was, she wanted to make the best of it. Daryl's lips had a hint of sweetness from the canned fruit and the smoky tang of tobacco and something just uniquely Daryl. It made her sigh and a shiver trace down her spine.

At least until she realized he wasn't kissing her back. It was then that she considered that, compared to the real, actual women he had likely been with in his time, her was probably kind of... dull.

She pulled back slowly and licked her lips, a blush dusting her cheeks. She peeked up at him apologetically. "Not good?"