First of all HELLO. This is my first fic in here and my first fic in english. English is not my mother language so please forgive and help me with any mistake.
I also tried to give Daryl his accent in some words but I'm a little afraid it wasn't a sucess. I hope you like it. I've being writting so this story is with 15 chapters now but I haven't finished yet. I'll try to post soon.
I wanted to publish the story after finish all chapters but I'm afraid I might got desmotivated with next episode of the serie.
I don't want Beth to die :(.
kiss for all.

Daryl POV

I was on my way to find Beth. I wanted to be the one to tell her about the boy. I didn't feel guilty or shit but I was the last leaving the supermarket and I couldn't help him. She was laying down in her bed writing on a notebook, I was the one o brought that from a run and I always wondered what the hell the girl write in there.

I got closer and she look up to me. Saying Hey and looking at me with some big eyes and messed hair.

- Hi. What is it? – She asked. Maybe she have noticed something on my face or just found weird me being there. We never talked too much but it was always clear that we were kind of a family. We were from the original group.

- It was Zack. – I said and she look away for a second turning back to me again.

- Is he dead? – I didn't really want to answer that. And I didn't needed to. It was a moment of silence before she say something again.

- Ok. – She say moving on her bed and sitting for a second before she get up and took a number of a scoreboard. It was the 30ºday without an accident but now she would have to start counting again. I took a step forward to see her better. I was waiting for the tears and I've already talked to Carol so she could calm her. - What? – She was looking right at me. I've never see her like that.

- I don't cry anymore Daryl. I just glad I got to know him. You know?!

- I do. I said in almost a whisper as she approached and look at me. I realized that her eyes were blue and caring. - Are you ok? – She asked with true concern. She was the one who lost a boyfriend and was worried about me?! What the hell should I answer?!

- Just tired to lose people. That's all.- I tried to look away but unconsciously looked back at her.

Her eyes stare into mine for a while and then she moved fast in my direction. My body froze as I felt her hand on my waist and then the other one involving me. Her body got close to mine and she lied her head on my chest. She moved on a weird way, like she was trying to make a more comfortable place in my chest to put her head and moving one of her hands from the side of my body to my back.

I didn't know what to do, Carol always jokes about hugs, she use to say that I may stab someone who would dare to try give me a hug. But I couldn't stab Beth as she was trying to comfort me, and herself I guess. I could smell her hair and feel her boobs on my chest. That kind of proximity made feel uncomfortable but in some way, it also felt nice. I finally decided what to do and put my hand on her elbow so it didn't look like she was hugging a fucking pillar.

- I'm glad I didn't say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. – She tighten the hug and that took her head away from my chest and looked at my face keeping her hands on my waist. I looked at her feeling weird and watch her walk away pulling her jacket back in her shoulder.

- Me too. – I answer and walked slowly to the door.

I almost didn't eat lunch and couldn't focus in anything but Beth dry, blue eyes staring at me when I told her the news. If I'm right this one should be the second boyfriend she lost to the walkers. That was no way she was not sad about it.

And I just remembered the reason why I would spend the rest of my days alone.

Beth POV

I just wanna scream.

What the was wrong with me?!

I didn't love or anything, but he was the only boy around my age was just never going to find someone and I was here just to survive.

I was not sad because Zack died, I was sad because I have no life other then take care of kids and be worried about other people while they live they own live. I felt so angry, for a minute I wish Daryl was here again. While I was hugging him I was not thinking about all that stuff, I was just comforting him and somehow, comforting myself.

It was like the time stopped and nothing could ever reach me. I should never have got involved with Zack in the first place, then maybe he would be alive.

Maybe God have different plans for me. Maybe He want me to find my way and survive by myself.