Choices.
Beth… Beth…
Her name was the only thing pushing him forward. He had exerted himself far beyond what he thought was possible, but he wouldn't—no, couldn't stop, not when she was out there somewhere. He couldn't afford to rest.
So he ran…
He ran until the sun beamed high in the skies, and then kept running. From night to day, day to dawn, he pushed forward, desperate to find the only person who knows the real him… He hated her for it. He closed her off at first, but she fought it, damn did she fight, and before he knew it they were sharing drunken stories over moonshine and burning down his old house.
He was stupid for thinking this time might be different. That they could stay together in that funeral home, that no harm would come to her…
That he could protect her…
He stopped, leaning over to dry-heave. If the walkers didn't kill him, dehydration would. That would be the way to go in a zombie apocalypse. He stayed in that position, too tired to move, hands painfully gripping his trembling knees as he thought about giving up.
What if he can't find her? What if he finds her, but it's too late? What if-
He mentally scolded himself, taking a deep breath before he pushed himself upright. You can't afford to play the what-if game, Daryl. Move your ass.
His whole body ached. His head pounded. His feet throbbed. But he wouldn't stop until he found her and killed the bastard who took her from him. He clenched his fists as he thought about all the ways he could mess up the bastard's face…
Suddenly he stopped. His hands unclenched and his arms fell lifelessly to his sides as he stared forward in disbelief. The road splits off into two.
"No," he mumbled, voice cracking from dehydration. "No. No, no, no, no, no…"
He fell to the ground, eyes welling up with tears as he mumbled the same thing, over and over.
He has to choose.
A/n: This is my first ever fanfiction—eep! I've spent countless sleepless nights reading random lots of fanfictions over the years, I figured it's time I contribute. I'm sorry I'm not very good, but I do hope someone gets some amusement and/or enjoyment out of it! Thank you for taking the time to click and read.
Lots of love,
Never Evermore
*Disclaimer: The Walking Dead in all its dead-gorey-glory belongs to Robert Kirkman, and the beautiful TV series is property of AMC (I think). These are just little mind-scrambles my infected brain puked out.
If you wish to read more, please comment/message and I'll see what I can do!