Beth
Sadness, happiness, relief- those were all the emotions that were plain to see on the face of Rick Grimes at the sight of Beth Greene alive. She made it- through everything.
She didn't know how to feel about the look on his face. It wasn't a face someone made just because they were previously close to you or because they cared for you. It was a look she had gotten from past boyfriends, a loving look, a look from someone who loved her.
She also didn't know how to feel when she stalked down that dimly lit hallway towards her family and could feel his eyes on her when she hugged everyone, burning into the back of her skull, and how it felt when she turned to him and he bore his eyes into her with so much ferocity that she shivered.
She opened her arms to him and he pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. She felt the beating of his heart and the smell of his sweat mixed with walker guts and dirt, but the smell was pleasant in a strange way- she missed it.
She slowly peeled her eyes open and squinted at the brightness of the sun, her eyes having to adjust after her long and repetitive dream. She had dreams like that every night- of that day in Grady, when she saw them again, saw him.
Her and Rick never were like that- never ever. Her daddy would have never approved of it anyways. She was a teenager, and he was in his forties. She could never say that she didn't have a crush on him, for she watched him play with Judy, Carl, help out around the prison, and he was just attractive to her.
She knew he never would have felt the same about her, but that look at the hospital made her feel strange, and she never knew what to make of it.
Running her hand over her sweaty face, she pulled herself off the ground and stretched her legs, slightly becoming lightheaded.
She was shot in the head over 8 months ago, but she still got lightheaded. She still got headaches, and flashbacks. She remembered Daryl carrying her out of the hospital, putting her in the trunk of a car, and hearing the walkers stalk past the car. She didn't know how to feel- she was trapped in her own body. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, anything. Then one day she just, woke up, and she was alone. That was over 8 months ago, and she was still alone.
She wondered about them, her family, and as she walked down the path in the all too familiar woods, she grimaced. She had been travelling for weeks, and it had been days since she had eaten a substantial meal.
Before her foot hits the ground, though, she hears the snap of a branch about twenty feet away, and she draws her pocket knife, pressing herself up against the tree.
She watches the body, noticing it wasn't a walker, and her heart jumps out of her throat when she sees the all too familiar angel wings on his vest. Daryl's vest.
Clambering out from behind the tree, she starts to get closer, and she is almost to him, but before she can call out, everything goes black.
Rick
He hit the woman on the head without a second thought, and he watched Daryl whip around, eyebrows furrowed at the noise.
As Daryl walked over, Rick took the weapons from the woman and nodded to Daryl to help him flip the woman around, and his heart clenched at who it was.
Her.