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*Prologue*

Beth couldn't remember her life before the apocalypse; what it was like going to the mall, hanging out with friends or even going to school each day. That was her past life, her old life that she would never get back. When the apocalypse began, the news was telling everyone that the safest place was the city, but soon after the connection was lost and the city was overrun. The Greene family refused to leave their quiet ranch that had been in the family for generations. They had been hiding away quietly on their farm in Georgia, which was fine in Beth's opinion. Everything was fine until months later when two men came running up to the house with a young injured boy, that's when her life changed…maybe for the better.

Soon after the boy had been brought into the house. Beth learned his name was Carl, and he had been shot in the shoulder by Oscar who had been staying with the Greene family. Her father, Hershel, was a veterinarian but he was able to extract the bullet and help bring Carl back to full health. While that was going on more people had showed up on the farm, such as Carl's mother, two women, an older man, and three younger men, one whose name was Daryl. For some reason the name Daryl stuck in Beth's head, the man seemed secluded and had some anger issues but was willing to protect those he traveled with. She got started to get to know everyone and enjoyed their company. Her sister, Maggie seemed to be getting along very well with the young man named Glenn.

As the days wore on, Beth found herself getting back into a daily routine that almost seemed normal. She talked to everyone except Daryl; he was always out looking for Carol's daughter, Sophia. Carol seemed pleasant but was either hiding away upset about Sophia or making an effort to help Lori with something. Beth had talked to Dale and T-Dog once, while they were attempting to fix Dale's beloved RV, and she believed that the motor vehicle was his pride and joy. Shane was a bit crazy in her opinion; he always wanted to be in control and was ready to give up the search for the missing young girl. Lori was the over protective kind of parent it seemed, and soon after she arrived it was announced that she was pregnant. Andrea was willing to help when she was needed but would rather be shooting a gun in the woods.

Beth was getting antsy around Daryl; he kept looking at her when she would walk by. He always had his cross bow hanging off his shoulder and would grunt when people bothered him. Once, while Beth was up in her room making her bed she heard yelling and a gunshot, and when you hear that it's never a good thing. Looking out her window, she saw Rick and Shane carrying a limp Daryl. For some reason seeing the young man like this troubled her, it was like there was a rock sitting in the bottom of her stomach.

Why am I so worried about him all of a sudden? She thought to herself as she made her way down the stairs. She peered into the room where Carl had spent a few days, and she saw Daryl lying unconscious on the bed. Beth quickly turned around, walked out of the room and started helping Lori prepare dinner for everyone. The young girl watched her sister and Glenn interact as she opened a can, careful not to cut herself. She had done that enough to her wrists right after the apocalypse started. All the plates were set, and everyone sat down when Beth finally found out what happened to Daryl.

"Daryl should be fine in a few days, as long as he gets plenty of rest." Hershel explained to Rick.

"He won't like being under bed arrest." Rick responded as he finished chewing. He chuckled to himself.

"Well whether he likes it or not, he will have to stay in bed." Hershel concluded. Everyone went back to eating what was probably the best meal they had in weeks. Once the food had been moved from the plates to everyone's stomachs, the women collected the plates and silverware, brought them outside to clean them. The Grimes family retired to their tent for the night, while Andrea and Shane were on guard duty. T-dog, Carol, and Dale all headed to the RV, while Glenn stayed behind to talk to Maggie. Beth decided to head upstairs to room overlooking the yard and the barn.

The next few days went by normally, or as well as it could for being in the middle of an apocalypse. That's when it went downhill for everyone, Shane found that the barn was full of walkers and went ballistic. He opened the doors and shot the walkers as they came stumbling out, soon the others joined in until all of the dead were truly dead. Beth saw her mother shot down, and she started crying hysterically into her father's arms. Then out came Carol's daughter, Sophia…the poor mother was sobbing into Daryl's shoulder. Rick went and ended the young girl's misery. Everyone stood there in silence for a few moments.

The farm was quiet again for a short time as everyone tried to go on with their business, funerals were held and sweet words were said about the dead. Again, the peace didn't last long at all. More and more walkers swarmed the farm; it was every man for himself. Sounds of screaming, gun fire, and moaning did not help Beth focus on where she needed to go and how she was going to get out of this mess. She felt a tugging on her sleeve and she was pulled into a car by her father, and the car pulled away from the farm now being overtaken by walkers. She didn't notice that were down a few people, all she thought of was that brown-haired motorcyclist.

I wrote this story for my friend Hysteria0. She loves Beth and Daryl together. I had this idea and it kept bugging me so I wrote it down. I hope you liked, let me know in the reviews.

Also I don't have a beta but my friend who is an awesome writer (even though she disagrees) checks it over for spelling and grammar issues. I have the first 5 chapters planned out but don't know when I will get to post them so enjoy the prologue for now!