It was rare Beth woke before Daryl. He seemed to have some kind of innate hunter's clock that told him when the sun was coming up. Then again, they'd been running on a handful of hours of rest for the last few days. It wasn't any wonder he was sleeping a little harder than usual.

She opened her eyes and peered up at Daryl, still lulled by warmth and sleep. The hand that had been resting on his chest reached up to brush her fingertips along the edge of his jaw, marveling at how the rough hairs felt under them.