A/N: I give you yet another bethyl story! This will be set during the season four mid-season finale, during the fall of the prison. A few minor changes, though. Merle is still alive. And Daryl and Beth have been together for the past year. This chapter is kind of short, but they will get longer, I promise. :) I will try to update this story at least once a week for you guys. Okay, okay. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave a review. I love hearing what you all have to say. Xoxo

Chapter 1

As soon as Daryl saw the katana slice through Hershel's neck, he knew that it was all over. An all out war started and he couldn't think straight. His insticts kicked in and he just started shooting at anything and everything. It was when he heard Beth scream that he was jerked back into reality. He dodged bullet after bullet and ran as fast as his legs would carry him to get to her.

She was shooting at everything in her path. She didn't have any specific targets. Like Daryl, her insticts kicked in before she could process what she was really doing. The Governor had already taken so much from them, and everyone else. Why did they have to take her father too? Her father was a good man. He didn't deserve to die. Especially not like that. This new world that they lived in was so completely fucked. And as soon as her father's body fell to the ground that's when she knew. That's when she knew that the world was too far gone.

"Beth!" She heard Daryl call out her name but couldn't stop shooting. It was almost as if that gun in her hand was the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the ground.

The fences were coming down and walkers were coming over. They couldn't stay there anymore. Beth couldn't believe it. Just yesterday she was playing outside with Judith and singing her songs that she'd written over time. She figured that if she couldn't hear music anymore, she'd just make her own. And now the place that she finally felt safe enough to settle down in, their home, was being taken away. The dead taking it over, she could've handled. But people? It took everything in her not to break down right then and there.

"Beth!" Daryl had called her name several times before he pulled her away from the fence and shook her by her shoulders. "You still with me?"

She just collapsed into him and became a sobbing mess. Daryl wanted so desperately to hold her and tell her that he was right there and that everything was going to be okay. He couldn't do that, though. He had to focus on getting her, and everyone else, out of there safely. So he just stood her upright and looked into her eyes.

"Beth, listen to me. I need you to get everyone on that bus, including yourself. You hear me? I gotta go find Merle and I'll be right there. Now go!" He gave her a gentle shove toward the bus.

She shook her head and looked at him with sad, scared eyes. "No! Daryl, I'm not gonna leave you!"

"We all got jobs to do, remember? You told me that. Now go, Greene! I'll be right back!" Daryl didn't give her time to argue. Instead, he just gave her a short, hard kiss to the lips insuring that he was telling the truth. After that, he raced off to find his brother.

"Merle!" He screamed as loud as he could, hoping that by some miracle in all of this chaos, he would hear him and come running. He took a quick look back to make sure that Beth was doing what she was supposed to. And she was.

Daryl dodged walker after walker, and person after person. When he finally did find Merle, he was beating one of the guys on The Governer's side into the ground. Daryl quickly put an arrow between the guy's eyes and tugged Merle up by his shirt.

"We gotta go! C'mon, the bus is waitin' for us!" Daryl shouted, but Merle cut him off and pointed his index finger forward.

Daryl turned around to see the bus driving off. He nearly fell to his knees on the ground, but instead, he ran as fast as he could after that damn bus. Before he got too far, though, Merle ran after him and quickly got a tight grip on his baby brother, holding him back.

"Let go of me, dammit! Beth is on that bus!" Daryl kicked and fought as hard as he could to try and get his brother to release his grip.

Merle just shook his head and tightened his grip. "We'll figure it out! Ain't no sense in chasin' after a bus that's going a million miles faster than you are!"

Once the bus was out of sight, Daryl gave in and stopped fighting. He had tears streaming down his face. Normally he'd try to hide his tears from his brother, but this time he didn't care. He'd lost more in the last thirty minutes than he'd ever lost in his entire life. He didn't know where to go from here. Truth be told, he wasn't so sure he wanted to go anywhere at all. He had half a mind to stay and let the walkers devour him. And had it not have been for Merle, he most likely would have. He wasn't sure what to do or where to turn. One thing he was sure of, though, was that she was gone. And he'd do everything in his power to get her back.