With the sun beating down our necks, the two of us strolled down the empty road. Not a single thing to fear till get this feeling. I stop walking. Something is wrong. Horribly wrong. I need to get her out of here. I look at the small, blonde angel. Her eyes are filled with concern. "Daryl?" She asks cautiously. "What's wrong?" Bang. She falls into my arms lifeless. The one place I promised was safe. There is not movement in her face as I scream her name. Everything is bathed in the a sicken red as my eyes open.
"Beth!" I scream. I looked around for her in the messy sheets and look around the room before I remember she is no longer sleeping by my side. I grab a pack of smoked before leaving my room.
I walk down the stairs and curse. It's still dark outside. I look at the coffee table where Carol had left a bible from her last visit. I chuckle sourly. The world we live in was godless. What was the point in a holy book? Having nothing better to do, I turn on a light and thumb through it. Merle read this. He had some faith after all that happened to him. Of course he wound up dying, but it wasn't any god's fault.
Without even realizing it, I had folded my hands and words started to form in my brain to an unfamiliar god. "God heal her, don't forget her. Heal her. Please. She's all I got." An all too familiar feeling wetness dripped down my face. Look at me, crying while praying to a god I had always refused to know.
As soon as the first day shift started, I got out. I told Sasha it was to get breakfast. Of course she knew it was to just get out. Once I hit the trees, I ran. The land might be godless, but their was a sense of freedom the hung that temporarily filled the holes inside.
After I got a couple rabbits, I headed back. Maggie let me in since she had just begun her shift. The two of us exchanged knowing looks before she began to glaze outside longingly. Both of us wanted to make a trip to Atlanta to just sit next to her at least. Rick turned our request down every time saying that we were needed here. Although, he did have a point, I hated him for it. I hated waiting for the right time. Of course as soon as I cam back through the gates he caught me. "Tonight," he said. Shit I thought to myself. For a blissful moment, I forgot about our deal with Hilltop and having to attack Negan's men. Hopefully killing Negan in the process. "The people aren't ready," I said. Our people were. Not the Alexandrias. "We have no choice," Rick responded. "Do we get help from the Hilltop?" I asked. Negan was their problem. "Jesus and another guy who knows a little about the base we are hitting," He answered. I nodded my head and he walked off to meet Michonne.
My heart began to sink. Every time I saw them or Glenn and Maggie or anyone together, an image of Beth came to mind to haunt me. It should be us here. The two of us should be sitting down on a pouch night after night talking about our days. It should be us getting ready for a fight knowing we had each other's backs. Not just a half. I wanted her. I craved her existence by my side. With those thoughts hanging around in my brain, I made a promise to myself and her. I would go out and see her. Whether she was awake or not.