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Note: This is a complete AU Walking Dead fic tied together with some general ideas from the movie Hick. It doesnt matter if you've never seen the movie. There are only plot elements used to further the characters journey. With that said this story is a work in progress. It will end up being lengthy so updates may not be as frequent as they are with my other story As I Lay Dying.

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Remember this story is total AU so characters may come off a bit different. Plus we wont be running into all the beloved characters right away. I promise they all will show up eventually though. Ok...on with the story.

Georgia Blue

Chapter 1 - Birthday Blues

Hermann Hesse once said, "One never reaches home, but where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time". I ain't entirely sure what that means, just know that my Daddy used to say it when he took our family out to the mountains on camping trips. He used to pull me close to his side, his chin coming to rest atop my head, and he'd say, "Just look around ya, Bethy, look at how much beauty there is out there in the world". At the time I thought he meant trees and flowers; all those things that surrounded us and made us feel infinite for a time. Sometimes if I press my eyelids together real hard I can still hear him say those things. But flowers and trees; they weren't real things that could talk or walk. Even when they died it didn't hurt anyone. Another tree would grow and another flower would bloom. Nature was a never ending merciless cycle.

"Happy Birthday, Beth!" my sister Maggie leaned in and pressed a kiss to my temple, "Yer eighteen now! Make a wish." Her hand pushed a vending machine snack cake towards me. I didn't know where she got the candle from.

My elbows were propped up on the bar counter, the sticky residue of some long lost spilled drink seeped into my skin.

"Where's Daddy?" I asked quietly, my eyes flickering through the crowd of usual drunk patrons.

She urged me on. I could tell she was trying her best not to make anything worse for me. Then again I was spending my eighteenth birthday in a bar with a dozen or so of my Daddy's 'friends'. Ya know the kind. The kind that liked to get drunk and pretend they gave two shits about being there for my birthday.

A shadow blocked the rest of the bar from view, "You make a wish yet, darlin'?"

Tyrese had been my brother Shawn's friend before everything went to shit. After the car accident he spent a lot of time round the farm, helping my Daddy out with odds and ends. Mostly I think he was there to console Maggie, but when that relationship never came to be anything he picked up more shifts at the bar until coming around the farm became a conflict in his schedule. I didn't blame him none. Wasn't like there was much to do in a place like Monroe, and if he could get some steady money and get the hell out of dodge I was happy for him.

"You see my Daddy?" I asked him, trying not to notice the look he shot Maggie.

He chuckled, pulled out a haphazardly wrapped package from under the counter, and tossed it in the small pile to my right. "It ain't good luck to let the wax hit the cake. Wish for somethin' big, Bethy." His deep southern voice oozed with pity.

Something inside me hitched up when I looked between the two. I contemplated demanding where Daddy was at, but I had never been much on fighting back.

I puckered my lips and blew a hard blast of air at the candle, half my mind still stuck on Daddy while the other flipped through a dozen wishes that would have been nice to dream about.

Maggie clapped her hands together a bit too enthusiastically and then mussed up my already knotted hair. "Yer like a real woman now, Bethy," she looked across the bar, "Hey ya'll I didn't rent this place for idle chit chat and bullshit. Ty…" she gestured to the bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the counter, prompting Tyrese to pour another round, "Drink up for Bethy, ya'll."

The hooting and hollering could have been mistaken for celebration. I'd been around this crowd long enough to know that they were just happy to have someone else buying their booze and fixin' their habits.

"Glenn!" Maggie had pulled up a chair beside me, her voice cutting through the noise. "Come watch Bethy open her presents!"

Tyrese was pulling my cake away and placing it on the back counter before I could argue. "Can't I just open'em at home Maggie?" Showing off the lack of proper presents would just give the towns people another reason to think our family some redneck farmer trash.

"Course not, silly." She scooted forward so Glenn could rest behind her. "Glenn and I gotcha this one."

Maggie had met Glenn when she packed up her stuff and moved on down to Macon. She had plans. Big plans. She was going to open up a bakery and make enough money so I could move on out and in with her. That had been a year ago. The first time she had brought Glen home I should have known that any chance I'd be moving in with her was over. It wasn't that Maggie didn't care about me. I knew that in some twisted fucked up way she loved me more than she loved anything else. But Maggie had a tendency to lose herself when boys were involved. They blinded her to everything else around her. I didn't blame Glenn. Not really. Just didn't like that he had stolen away the once chance I had of making out of this two bit town.

"Sorry 'bout the wrapping." Glenn mumbled, "I'm not too good with that sort of stuff."

"Why?" I snorted, opening my mouth for some unholy reason, "Cause yer Asian? Gotta be rough seein' with yer eyes like that. "

A heavy smack hit the back of my head, "Beth!" her voice was stern, "You take that back and apologize. Now!" Her hand slapped down and held my wrist, "You apologize or I swear to God I'll take these gifts back and kick everyone out of this bar. This party will be over!"

Glenn rubbed the back of his neck, "its ok, Maggie, you don't need-"

"She needs to apologize, Glenn." She snapped, "She thinks she can run that big ol' mouth of hers just cause she's the baby. Thinks she can get away with it all the time."

My wrist stung where she held it, "I'm sorry, a'right!" I yanked my hand back, "I didn't mean it, Maggie."

"Say it to his face, Beth, not mine!" She squeezed my wrist harder.

"Ow," I yelped, "I'm sorry, Glenn, geez, I'm sorry. Really I am." I had to remember to keep my mouth shut in the future. It was one of the things that always seemed to get me into trouble. Sometimes I didn't know why I said the things I did.

"That's enough, Maggie," Ty had finally leaned over the counter and pried her fingers from my wrist.

There was a long pregnant pause between the four of us; somebody I guess was waiting to break it so we could all go back to pretending that things weren't completely screwed up.

Maggie gave in first, "Fine," she shoved the present back towards me. "Open'em." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "Just stop bein' such a selfish brat."

Mustering up the best fake smile I could I began pulling back the wrappings and tossing them on the bar counter.

A thermos. She got me one of those fucking thermos things that kept coffee hot.

"It's real cool, ya see." She had suddenly gone from angry moody Maggie back to giddy over compensating Maggie. I suppose the shot of whiskey Ty had poured her helped out. Her hands were yanking the thermos out of mine and twisting off the top, "See, ya heat up whatever ya want and ya put it inside. Then when ya go to school or somethin' ya can keep it warm all day." As I tossed my gaze to hers I could see how excited she was about it. Even Glenn looked pleased as pie while he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"It's right nice," I pressed another phony smile to my lips, "thank you."

And it went on like this for the next few minutes. You'd think that for a bunch of drunks they'd have given me something resourceful like alcohol or something. At least I'd have been able to dull the pain of this mess of an eighteenth birthday.

"Here darlin'" Ty pushed his box forward, a bit bigger than the rest of them. "This is from me."

It was bigger; much bigger than the rest had been. I guess Ty could sense my excitement because he chuckled as my eyes lit up and began tearing into the wrappings.

"You tryin' to out gift her own family, Ty?" Maggie chuckled, bringing a beer to her lips and chugging down part of the contents.

"Just somethin' a young woman lookin' like her ought to be carryin' now."

The torn off wrappings revealed a box, an old dingy one that read Budweiser on the side. "You got me a case of beer?" I joked, flicking off the tape and pulling open the flaps.

"Jesus Christ, Tyrese what the hell did you get her?" Maggie was leaning into my side; the smell of alcohol pouring from her mouth.

A gun.

He had gotten me a gun. I felt almost foolish lifting it from the box and holding it there in the middle of the bar.

"It ain't a gun, Mags." Tyrese wiped his hands off on the dirty bar rag behind the counter. He reached out and took it from my hands. "It's a .38 Special." He flicked open the chamber, one of the few things I knew about hand guns, spun it round, and then snapped it shut again. He held it up to his eye and aimed it across the room at the dart board, "this is my way of keepin' Beth safe while you're off in Macon."

"I don't like it," Maggie huffed, her arms folding over her chest, "Couldn't you've just gotten her a dog or somethin'? Girls like dogs."

My eyes never left the gun as Ty held it in his hands. Against his palms it looked so much smaller than it really was. Once he handed it back over to me I sensed its true size.

"I ain't a little girl anymore Maggie," I added, sliding my fingers along the wooden grip and letting them rest along the steel barrel. I brought the gun up to my eye just like Ty had done. " I don't want no dog."

Ty chuckled, "Come on Maggie, ya know what some of these back roads are like. Ya can't be too careful round here, and Lord knows yer Pops ain't around enough to be watchin' her."

"She don't need a gun to protect her, Ty," though she didn't say much about Daddy coming to my aide either. At least I knew Ty had my best interests in mind.

My Mamma used to tell me that when I was little my Daddy would take me in his arms and cover my head with my old pink baby blanket. He said it was his way of protecting me from the world. He'd joke that it was magic and that it would block out all the evil in the world. Sometimes I wish I still had that old pink blanket.

The sudden crash from the other end of the bar had most of the crowd laughing and hollerin'. I was shoving the gun back into its box and pilling on the rest of the arbitrary stash when I heard Maggie's voice above the rest.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Daddy?"

I slid from my stool.

"Just stay here, Beth." Ty was calling out, but I had already started pushing by the few drunks in front of me to get to Maggie's voice.

My Daddy was sitting on the floor next to the jukebox; his glass of whiskey had spilled over his already stained white collared shirt. Even from where I was standing I could tell he was beyond his usual caliber of drunkenness. Maybe it was because it was my birthday? Maybe it was because Maggie had been paying the bar tab all night.

" 'm fine, Maggie." He slurred, placing his hand on his knee and trying to push himself back up from the floor.

His hand slipped and he fumbled back again, this time his head hitting the jukebox and causing the music to skip.

"You'd think that Greene girl would use her money to get him some help…not foster his fucking booze problem." The voice was somewhere off to my left, the face blocked by others who were trying to get a good look at my Daddy.

"Ya goin' ta stand there all day or ya goin' ta help me up?" He looked up at Maggie from her spot on the floor.

From where I was standing I could see Maggie's shoulder's start to shake. Glenn's hand reached up to her shoulder and slid down to rest on the small of her back; reminding her that he was there for her and she wasn't alone. Not like me. I looked to my right side. One of the old church members my Daddy used to pal around with was holding a cigarette between his teeth. He looked over at me and grinned; his gapped yellowed teeth had me stepping over to the left and behind a woman I didn't know. I suspected she was one of Maggie's old friends from high school. Course with all the makeup she was wearing I couldn't be quite sure.

"Yer a mess," Maggie's voice wavered, "Look what yer doin' at Bethy's birthday! Makin' a fool out of her."

I could feel all eyes come back to me.

My Daddy snorted back a laugh, "I ain't no fool." This time when he made to move his knee hit the leg of the table. It tumbled over, glasses shattering against the floor and spilling a mixture of whiskey and beer.

Tyrese jumped across the counter.

"Jus' look at you!" Maggie yelled, "Look what yer doin'!"

Glenn started pulling her back from the crowd while Tyrese helped my Daddy to his feet. Between the hootin' and the hollerin' I slinked back to the bar counter and reached out for the vending machine cake they had given to me earlier. During the commotion, Tyrese helpin' Daddy and Maggie fighting Glenn off, I leaned forward and bit down into the stale chocolate.

When things got crazy back at home each of us found our own way of dealing with it. See, before my Mamma and Shawn got into that car accident we had been one of those real picture perfect sort of families. Mamma would wake up early and make us all breakfast before school. Daddy would head out to the barn and take care of the animals. During the evening hours we'd all sit out on the front porch and listen to Shawn and Daddy's friend Otis play their guitars. They'd even let me sing along with them every now and then.

But when the old pickup truck's brakes went out and Daddy got the call from Deputy Shane…things never went back to the way they used to be. Instead of evenings spent out on the porch Daddy started spending his nights out by the barn with a bottle of whiskey. Maggie stopped coming home on school nights. Even Otis and his wife Patricia seemed to find other things to be doing.

When Maggie would come home following mornings Daddy would be nursing one of his famous hangovers. I'd be in the kitchen trying to bake those pies he loved so much. Always thought that the smell of them might make him think of Mamma. Usually they just made him angry 'bout her leaving us so suddenly.

I piled my small bundle of presents into my arms and let Tyrese plant a kiss on my cheek. He'd finally gotten Daddy to leave the bar, and Maggie had finally settled down with Glenn at one of the back booths. I figured they'd be there for a couple more hours, and if I was lucky I could still make it home before midnight.

"You ought to let me drive you, Bethy." Tyrese wiped his thumb across my brow. I could see how sorry he was for me. Sorry that he couldn't just leave the bar and take me home; sorry that even in this horseshit predicament my sister was still too busy playing house with the boy from Macon.

I could still see how much he wanted to be with her. Kinda made me feel sorry for him too.

"I'll be alright, Ty." I smiled, my free hand coming down to rest on the top of the old Budweiser box, "Got a little help if I need it."

"Ya call when ya get home kid, ok?" He reached out and tousled my hair, "Maggie, come say goodbye to yer sister 'fore she leaves!"

Maggie's eyes moved from Glenn's lips and towards where we were standing. I couldn't tell if she was pissed we had interrupted her or pissed that I decided to bow out early. Either way she plastered that phony grin to her face, the one I had become so talented in using, and slid from the booth.

"You leavin' yer own party, Bethy?" her voice may not have slurred as much as Daddy's but I could see that she had consumed enough alcohol to last her through the following week.

I shrugged, "Tired…long day is all."

She didn't bother trying to convince me to stay. Most likely she'd end up bringing Glenn back to the farm for a quick one night lay in the barn and then sneak off before Daddy woke up in the morning. That's usually how things went when she came back to town. It was easier for her that way. I guess I could say that it was easier for me too.

"Come on," she pulled me away from Ty, dragging me towards the exit before wrapping her arm around my shoulders, "Ya know you ought to come down to Macon this July. Glenn and I are goin' ta throw a big ol' 4th of July shin-dig." The old screen door of the bar slammed shut behind us.

"Maybe Maggie," if I could find enough money to take me down that way.

"It'll be good fer ya," she squeezed my shoulder, "I'll give Daddy a call when I think ya should come down."

That was code for 'probably ain't goin' ta happen, Beth'. She liked to say things like this because she knew she had screwed me over when she left for Macon. It was her way of suppressing the guilt. I merely nodded and pulled my gifts even tighter against my chest. Seemed like the only reliable thing right now was the goddamn pistol in its ol' shitty box.

"Bethy, let's go 'ome."

Maybe it was the fact that Daddy was jingling his keys next to the old truck, maybe it was because he was giving me that look that demanded I do what he say; either way I never thought I'd see Maggie sober up so quickly. Suddenly her grip on my shoulder tightened and got protective.

"You ain't drivin' anywhere, Daddy, yer drunk." She nodded to the keys in his hand. "Just give me the keys, stay here awhile and sober up. Ty won't mind."

He stepped forward.

We both stepped back.

"I said get in the car, Bethy," His tone changed from drunkenly playful to somber and serious. When he got like this I tried to keep my distance.

"If yer so set on killin' yerself tonight then you do that Daddy, but ya ain't takin' Beth with ya."

He may have been old but when my Daddy wanted something he was all of twenty years young, ready to knock out anyone who stood in his way. Sometimes that included me and Maggie.

"Ya shut the hell up, Maggie," he yanked at my hair, knocking my presents from me and causing me to scream out.

"Daddy!" I yelled, my hands coming up to my hair and desperately trying to pry them free.

"Jus' let her go, Daddy!" Maggie pounded on his shoulder but he began pulling me back towards the car. "Let her go."

"Daddy please!" My feet dug into the dirt, my old leather cowboy boots sliding against the rocks.

The door to the bar slammed open.

"Christ Hershel!" Tyrese was yanking him off of me before I could catch my footing. I was on my ass in the dirt, tears sliding down my face. He had my Daddy by the collar of his shirt, "what the hell is wrong with you, man? " he shoved him back, causing my Daddy to stumble into the truck.

I was on my knees gathering my scattered gifts, really only caring about the one in the old box. Maggie was busy wiping her nose on her arm, looking between the three of us like we were some daytime reality show.

Tyrese reached down and helped me up, dusting off the bit of dirt from my bum and back. If it had been anyone else I might have thought the gesture crude. He nodded to another truck alongside the bar, "I'm takin' ya home Beth." He looked at Maggie, "Get inside and tell Jimmy to watch the bar."

Other families may have insisted that they all go home together to suss things out. Normal families wouldn't have let an eighteen year old go home alone on her birthday.

Maggie wiped her nose again and stepped back towards the bar door.

Ty was already opening up the truck door and gesturing for me to get in.

My Daddy stood there with his back against his pickup, the same old pickup that had killed my Mamma and Shawn. Never did know why he spent all that money getting it fixed. It only seemed to anger him more every time he drove it.

Ty slipped into the driver's seat, his keys were stashed up above the visor. He clicked on the lights, illuminating my Daddy and the pickup like a damn spotlight. He rolled down the window as he crept the car forward, "Go have some coffee and calm down, Hershel."

It was the only thing he said before he rolled up the window and drove off with me; leaving my Daddy, Maggie and my birthday in the dust behind us.

Don't know what I expected the next morning when I finally woke up. The chickens had started going crazy some hours ago and I guessed that either Daddy was too hung over to get up and feed them or he'd crashed in the back room of the bar.

I slid my window open and looked off towards the coop, "Just shut the hell up, alright!" Wasn't in the mood for none of their shenanigans this early anyway. I slammed the window shut and crossed the room towards my dresser. The old box was sitting there neatly amongst half-filled bottles of cheap perfume and lipsticks I never wore.

My fingers fumbled with the flaps, then gripped around the handle. I turned it over in my hands a few times, studying the weight and trigger like a brand new friend.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and smirked, held the gun up and pointed it at my reflection.

"You done messed with the wrong girl, now, buckaroo." I did a delicate spin, one like you saw in those old movies before the good guy shot down the bad one. "Pop pop pop…" I muttered, holding the gun eye level at myself.

"Ain't such a big dog now, are ya?" I whispered, playing the part I had seen too many times in all those old westerns.

A sigh escaped me, and I quickly tossed the gun back onto my bed before heading to my closet.

Pulling out a semi clean pair of capri jeans and a red halter top I quickly dressed and headed down the stairs. I wasn't expecting to see Maggie standing there making breakfast. I was almost too excited until I saw Glenn sitting at my spot at the kitchen table. Suddenly I didn't feel so much like eating.

"Hiya Bethy!" she chirped, sliding some eggs from a pan and into one of the old glass bowls my Mamma used to use when making breakfast. It had been awhile since Maggie had cooked anything at our house. I wondered if she even realized what bowl she was using.

"Where's Daddy?" I asked almost involuntarily; don't know why I always asked for him first. Guess it was just out of habit.

Maggie tensed the slightest, and Glenn quickly brought a glass of juice up to his lips.

I looked at Maggie again. "Where's Daddy, Maggie? Something happen?"

Suddenly the thought of Daddy driving home last night had my insides twisting up something fierce, and I grabbed on to the back of the kitchen chair to steady myself.

"We got great news, Bethy. Really great news." She clapped her hands together after placing the bowl of eggs down on the table. She leaned forward and wiggled her fingers out in front of me. Right there on her ring finger a sparkly little thing caught my eye. "We are goin' ta be married!"

It wasn't that long ago Maggie and I were sitting up in her room discussing our dream weddings. We had always promised each other that we'd do the whole white wedding with the maid of honor and the silly ol' traditions that everyone down in the church liked so much.

"Married?" I whispered, "Ya both are goin' to be married." I paused, "like to each other?" I added.

Maggie snorted, "Ya are so weird sometimes, Beth, course to each other! Glenn asked me last night, didn't ya baby." She went round the table and kissed the side of his face.

"Just want her to make a real honest man out of me." He mused, and then continued drinking his juice like this was no fucking big deal at all.

My knuckles were turning white on the kitchen chair, "Where's Daddy Maggie?"

She scoffed, "Jesus Beth ya could at least pretend to be happy for us for a fucking second." She slammed a spoon down into the eggs, "He's in jail, alright?" Her hands went to her hips, "The goddamn fool tried to drive his truck after you left and he crashed into the Deputy's car as he was drivin' by."

"So yer sayin' this is my fault?" I exclaimed, stepping away from the table and back towards the staircase.

"I'm just sayin' that if ya had stayed at yer own party he wouldn't have tried to drive off after you," She waved towards the egg bowl. "Now hurry up and come eat yer eggs before they get cold."

I knew our Daddy was a lot of things; a lot of things that Maggie resented which caused her to move so far away. I knew she hated that I had been the last one to talk to Shawn before he died. I knew that she wanted to still be my sister, but sometimes I felt like she couldn't stand being around me anymore.

"Fuck your eggs," I choked out, and then bounded back up the stairs to my room.

My tv remote had broken years ago so I clicked it on with my finger and then bounced back onto my bed. Daddy barely had enough money to pay for the necessary bills so all we got was basic channels. Most of them came in fuzzy like those old 1950's snow covered shows. I didn't care what was on. I just wanted to lose myself in the realm of television and forget the world for just a little while.

A little while turned into an hour. An hour into two.

When I heard the revving of a car I bounced up from my bed and made a dash for the window. Maybe they had let Daddy out early. Maybe Ty had come to check up on us after last night.

Carefully I pulled the curtain back and glanced out into the front yard. Maggie was standing there with Glenn, her old pink suitcase sitting by the trunk. A duffle bag was being tossed into the back seat before Glenn lifted her suitcase and slid it in. I didn't have to guess that she was taking off again. This was the Maggie I had come accustomed to knowing this last year. When she climbed into the passenger seat I could have sworn I saw her look up at my room. I let the curtain fall back, hiding myself away from her and her stupid happiness. I wouldn't let her see me need her. I wouldn't let her see me cry.

By the time the engine of the car faded off into the distance the buzzing from the television brought me back home. Suddenly the house seemed so empty and I was alone. I didn't know when Daddy would be out of jail; I didn't know if I should call Tyrese and ask him for help.

"Now Miss Mayes, you tell me, just what's it been like for you here in our good ol' city of Nashville?"

My gaze found its way back to the television. Some pretty red headed starlet beaming into the screen with her guitar strapped around her shoulder.

"Oh it's been peaches and cream, really. Didn't know ya'll could be so plum nice to a little ol' girl like me."

"Well you sure do have the prettiest voice we've ever heard." There was laughter and some applause. "Would ya be so kind as to give us a little something before we let ya go on your way?"

She was like a songbird. Sitting there in a pretty white dress with her fancy guitar and painted nails. The way the crowd watched her as she sang sent chills through my bones, captivating my senses and taking me away from where I was.

Even when the song faded out, the last chords vibrating through my old tv speakers, I wanted more of her. I wanted more of that feeling.

"We want to thank ya Miss Mayes for coming out here today and chattin' with us."

"Well I wanna thank the people here in Nashville for welcoming me with open arms."

There was a roar from the crowd. A deafening sound filled with adoration and praise. My Mamma used to tell me I sung like a songbird. She used to tell me I had the prettiest voice this side of the Mississippi.

"I could do that." I whispered, my eyes traveling over to the battered up guitar Shawn used to play. "I could be a songbird."

People always say that when ya leave home ya can always come back to it in the end. If Mamma and Shawn were still alive I'd probably believe all those lies and bullshit that they spoon fed during Sunday school. See the thing is, when the world crumbles down around ya there ain't nothing you can do to glue the pieces back together. They're broken and shattered. It ain't worth no penny to be crying over spilled milk and all that. The best thing ya can do, if ya plan on living, is shaking your fist at the broken mess and moving on.

I slipped on my old brown cowboy boots, shoved a change of clothes and my pistol into my shoulder bag, and checked my reflection.

I could do this. I could be one of those songbirds and show'em all who I really was.

I didn't bother to take my house keys. Instead I climbed up on the kitchen chair to the old cookie jar above the fridge. We had a good three hundred dollars saved for emergencies. Good thing my Daddy was always too drunk to remember it was even there.

Shoving the wad of cash into the pocket of my bag I shimmied back down and then made my way out the front door. It was almost summer, but I flung on my old cardigan sweater over the halter top just in case.

Most people get all sentimental when they decide to leave home. I've seen some of those movies where people would stare at their old house for a good long while before finally turning toe and leaving.

This farm hadn't been a home in a good long while. I shouldered Shawn's old guitar, making sure it didn't hit into my bag too much, and then took a few slow steps backwards.

"See ya'll." And that was that. There wasn't much for me to say goodbye to anymore. I had a city to get to.

So alas, no Daryl in this chapter. For all of you Daryl lovers I promise he will be showing up soon. His character is an integral part of the fic and will eventually have some romantic relations involved so just be patient. Beth first needs to venture out on her own before he shows and now that she's done that we can really dive into her journey to Nashville.

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