No hate only love!

We should burn it down

''We can light a match And burn them downLet me hold your hand And dance 'round and 'round the flames In front of us

Dust

to

dust''

That Kind of Light - part 1

Beth playing the piano for Daryl, inspired by House Call by @kit-kat21/LemonStar.

Aaron pushed the door open with his shoulder, camera already in his hands. Deanna had wanted the portfolio for Alexandria updated, which apparently translated into Aaron wandering around like a one-man yearbook committee. "We need more faces," she’d said, "More...natural and authentic moments." He’d already gotten a shot of Tobin on a ladder, Abraham flexing, and Carol with Olivia in the pantry. Now he figured he’d grab a few of the infirmary, Pete was taking the afternoon off which left Beth but that was fine because she had that natural 'sunshine' quality about her. "Hey, I’m just gonna grab a few—" The word “photos” died in his throat.

Halfway between the supply shelf and the nearest bed, Beth was standing on her toes with both hands fisted in the front of Daryl's vest, kissing him. Daryl's hand was braced at her back, head dipped and shoulders relaxed for once.

The kiss looked tender and hungry all at once, the kind of thing a normal, decent photographer would lower the camera for and give them privacy. Aaron, however, had been tasked with capturing 'authentic' moments so while his brain said, leave, his photographer reflex said click.

The mechanical whirl sounded impossibly loud in the quiet room and Daryl reacted on hair trigger instinct. He didn’t pull away from Beth; instead he twisted, turning his body just enough that Beth stayed close and his other arm shot out toward Aaron and a big, calloused palm filled the camera's viewfinder.

My wife has also been encouraging me to draw ‘Bethyl’.

Meet Cute

Merry Christmas to my Bethyls out there! ❄️