This is based off of 4x13, because I freaked out after that episode.
Please note that none of this is going to happen in the series, and if it does, wow. But it probably won't.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead. I wish I did so I could be 100% sure that Beth was safe.
"She's gone."
Daryl lay on the ground as he looked up at the sky.
"I couldn't save her."
He spread his arms and legs out as if forming a starfish and remained motionless.
He reflected on what had happened the night before. He was amazed on how that lil' girl had such a huge impact on him.
He ran out to the road; they said they'd meet there. Her bag was on the ground. A car took off. At first, he had thought that it was her who had taken off in the car. Then, after he saw her bag, he put two and two together.
There was no car there before. She wouldn't have "dropped" her bag.
As he ran after the car, he could only think about her and this case. The fresh food, the walkers ending up at the door; it all made sense.
The person who lived there must have taken Beth.
The only thing odd about it was that the person living there was showing an act of true kindness by remembering that those things were humans, trying to give them a proper goodbye.
Could it be a setup? Daryl thought as he ran. The kindness could have been used to lure rabbits like Beth in…
Hours later, here he was at a crossroad. He didn't know where the car went, and he had no breath to waste on tracking.
And he lay, staring at the sky, cursing at himself for giving up on her.
It should have been me.
Daryl pounded the road with his hands.
{Flashback}
Beth reached for a can of peanut butter. Daryl quickly snagged it away from her.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, reaching for it. He opened the can and dipped two of his fingers in. Then, he shoved them in his mouth, and passed the can back over to Beth.
She looked grumpy instead of disgusted. She followed what Daryl had done, dipping her front two fingers into the peanut butter and licking it gently off of her fingers.
He grumbled and snatched it back, taking his tongue and licking the rim. Beth snatched it back and did the same, not once complaining about it being was gross.
Daryl chuckled in satisfaction.
"I gotta go take a piss, unless you'd like to copy me with that, too," he said. He got up from his chair and went to the next room over.
Beth's happy smile faded slowly as Daryl left. He barely ever left her alone, and when he did, bad thoughts always got into her brain.
"Daryl, hurry up!" she shouted. She heard him mumble from the other room.
Beth started to think about her family and her lower lip stuck out. She let tears streak down her face. Daryl would probably be another few minutes, and right now, nobody was there to see her cry.
She held back her whimpers by biting her lip. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She didn't even bother to turn around when she heard Daryl's husky voice.
"Talk."
Daryl wasn't one to really be considerate, and after all he's been through, Beth had to choose her words wisely.
"D…d'ya think Maggie could be alive?"
Daryl leaned against the counter behind Beth, looking down at her head.
"Dunno," he grumbled. He didn't really know how to comfort her.
He traced his finger around the back of her shoulder, waiting for her to stop crying. He paused when he heard Beth whispering something.
"What?" Daryl asked. Beth turned around and rested her knees on her chair so she was standing on them and was almost Daryl's height.
"What?" she replied back.
"What were you whispering?"
"I… I was praying."
"Prayin'?"
"God… he'll help Maggie. Even if we don't find her anytime soon, she'll be safe." Beth whispered her last three words.
Daryl shrugged it off and turned around. Beth bowed her head again. Daryl faced the cupboards as she whispered to herself.
"Dear God… please make sure that Maggie's alright. Please keep her safe. Please help me and Daryl find her soon…"
And Daryl looked down at the girl with her head bowed, as tears fell onto her hands.
She sure was one of a kind.
{End of Flashback}
Daryl knew what to do. He hadn't really been faithful in his life… but Beth knew what she was doing. God was sure to help her, and hopefully, he'd help Daryl too.
So Daryl sat on his knees and bowed his head to the ground.
"Dear God…" he said. He stopped. He smacked himself on the head for doing this, but then he remembered Beth. She didn't deserve to die.
"God…" he tried again. He focused on Beth's words, remembering what she said.
"M-make sure she's alright. Keep her safe. She don't deserve any of this. P-please… help me find her. And when I find her, let her okay… as long as ya can. PLEASE!" he shouted, sobbing into the ground.
And just hours later, he looked up to see another group standing before him.