Warnings: The characters will most likely have OOC moments. This is my interpretation of how their escape will go now that they're separated from the group. These are only my assumptions so i'll figure out how they'll find baby Judith if they even do. Lastly, I do have a much different writing style. If it throws you off then i'm sorry.
Description:(In case you couldn't read it properly.) Daryl couldn't wrap his mind around the things he just witnessed. Hershel was dead. NO, Hershel was KILLED. He was killed by that one eyed bastard. All hell was about to break loose. At that moment, Daryl lost any amount of rational thinking he had left. This was war. A war against survival. Only the wicked survived. If anyone knew something about being wicked it was Daryl.
Note: This part is short but I just wanted to set the mood of the story for now. Hope you guys enjoy this because i'm interested in writing this out to the end.
Prologue: Too far away
Daryl ran as far as he could. His lungs screeched for oxygen as his legs lunged him forward in an aimless sprint past the gates, past the fires, past the gunshots. Past the screaming. His brain was wired to survive. Get in and get out. He has no time for emotions. No, he HAD no time for emotions. People were relying on him. His friends were. Hershel was. Beth is. Beth?
"BETH?!" Stopping sharply, the overly exhausted man turned only to see the figure of a blonde girl staggering in his direction. It was quiet easy to the trained eye that her body was about to give out. Running towards the girl, Daryl practically wheezed out with every step as he made his painful way to her. Beth was getting closer but Daryl couldn't help but wonder if she was a hallucination of his exhausted mind. He lost everyone back there right? He failed them right?
"Beth!" He hollered louder and louder as they got closer to one another. His skin decorated itself with goosebumps as he barreled straight into the frail girl. They both tumbled to the ground gasping for much wanted air. Daryl knew he lost it. He's showing emotion. But how can he not? this once he's allowed to cry. He has to cry. If he cries that means he's alive. It means that he's actually with her. That she's actually okay. That someone survived. That he wasn't alone.
"Daryl? Daryl? Daryl oh my god!" The blonde easily wrapped her arms and legs around the male's taut and stiff body. He was rock solid against Beth's soft skin. She clung to him as if she was clinging to something valuable. Humanity. She was holding on to her humanity. Their humanity. Beth knew what she saw. Beth witnessed her fathers execution and she knew that sooner or later she'd mourn him. But not now. She has a job to do. They all do. That's what daddy says. Her job; Keep Daryl Dixon intact.
Sorry it's so short! I just wanted to get this out there before I forgot. Hopefully this will turn into something amazing.