Takes place adter season 4, episode 12, Daryl and Beth start getting closer, the walkers never raid the funeral home, and they survive together. Might mess up some dialogue and scene's, and I changed this first scene to work with what I have in mind. Everything that they talk about in the episode gets said, but I can't copy it all down right. Any ideas you want to happen let me know.
The house was on fire and Daryl felt a surge of triumph as he watched it burn. It was as if suddenly ass the pain from his early childhood melts away from him and he'd never felt so free.
Not that he would tell Beth that, didn't need her getting to big of an ego over him, just in case.
He felt Beth nudge his arm and he turned to see her holding her middle finger up at the shack, looking at him expectantly. Switching his bag to his other hand, he raised his hand to mirror her positon. They stood proud as they watched the burn for a few more moments before the walkers slowly started to approach the fire from the left side.
Not wanting to ruin the night with a walker fight, Daryl lightly grabbed Beth's arm and pulled her around to go. Beth didn't hesitate as they started walking into the black night. "Beth?" Daryl said quietly and they walked.
She turned to him, that sweet smile still in place on her face. "Yeah, Daryl?" her voice came out like a soft whisper to his ears.
"Thanks, for, y'know, listenin' and understandin." He muttered back, keeping his eyes forward. She smiled at him again and grabbed him hand as they walked. It was an odd feeling but he let her keep going with it, not seeing a reason why he shouldn't. They kept walking for a while, until Beth started stumbling over her feet and tripping every few steps. "Damn, girl, get your feet working." He muttered, catching her again as she once again tripped, nearly falling face first into the ground.
"Sorry, can't seem to connect with them." She giggled.
"Good lord," Daryl groaned, the giggles of a drunken girl, how many times had he heard those? She wasn't going to be able to walk properly pretty soon if the booze was hitting that last hurtle threw her system. He needed to find them a place to camp, and quick, before she started throwing up on him, and that wasn't something he wanted to deal with that. "Beth, c'mon, keep coming." He muttered, practically pulling her with him. They needed to get away from the fire so they wouldn't be disturbed by any walkers going to check out the flames.
"I'm trying; my feet don't like me no more." She mumbled, grabbing hold of his arm as tight as she could as she once again stumbled along the forest. He smirked, it couldn't be helped, she was just being an idiot and it was funny.
After walking for more than an hour Daryl finally found a spot that he thought could work for a camp. He lowered a stumbling Beth to the ground and placed their bag down beside her. Quickly setting up a quick camp, hanging the lone of hub caps and setting up their tent in a corner; he moved back to Beth and saw her laying on the ground, almost asleep in front of him. He had to smile at her.
Daryl nudged her awake and lead her to the tent for some much needed rest while he stayed up for a while, watching the area for walkers.
Ok prologue is up, next will be better, just needed a starting point. Next should be up by Monday night