So... This is my first attempt at a Walking Dead fanfic. Like so many of you, I'm absolutely devastated about last nights episode and I refuse to accept Beth's death. It's going to be impossible for Daryl to let someone in again. I'm just really angry at the writers... And I want to live in my denial until February. And maybe even then I'll pretend she is still alive LOL. This might be slightly OOC for Daryl, but I feel the writers didn't show enough emotion for him. But anyway, I hope you enjoy! :)
It all happened in slow motion. The slight whisper of Beth's words, "I get it know." Dawn's gasp as Beth stabbed her in the neck with the scissors. The gun shot that rang through my ears. I didn't even think before I reacted. I saw Dawn's eyes widen in shock at what she had done, mouthing that she hadn't meant to. What the hell did she mean she hadn't meant to? That was Beth! MY Beth! Sweet, pure, innocent Beth who still had faith and hope in this shitty world. I felt an overwhelming feeling of anger, fury, regret, guilt. Before anyone could stop me, I pulled out my gun and shot Dawn between the eyes. I watched as her body hit the ground beside Beth's, and I felt the heat leaving my eyes. I could feel my shoulders start to shake and my lips quivering. I ignored the sounds of everyone drawing their weapons preparing for a fight. I just needed to get to Beth. I knelt down beside her and saw that the gunshot had nicked the side of her neck, blood oozing from the wound profusely. I reached down to take her hand when her eyes fluttered open.
"Daryl," she whisper hoarsely.
He looked back down at Beth and felt his heart leap. She was alive! She was so strong. Everyone thought she was weak, but he knew better. He stroked her face, "Shhh, baby girl. It's all gonna be a'right".
"She's alive! Don't just stand there! You are in a hospital for fucks sake, there has to be a doctor here! Help her! Please!" He shouted at the group who still had their weapons drawn.
The tall man with glasses stepped forward, "I'm a doctor. Let me help. I need you to step back."
Daryl's lips quivered more, but finally released her as the doctor knelt down and looked her over. Dr. Edwards examined the wound on Beth's neck, and said, "Take that handkerchief and apply it to the wound. Apply plenty of pressure and see if we can get the wound to stop bleeding until I can get her in an operating room. She may have nicked an artery, I won't know until I get in there."
Daryl did as he was told and watched as the doctor ran for a stretcher. He looked back down at Beth, stroked her hair, and kissed her hand.
"Ya gotta pull through this, Beth. Ya can't leave me.. Ya just can't. Oh goddammit, Beth. Ya were right. I missed ya so bad when you were gone, I never stopped lookin' for ya. Please don't make me miss ya again. Ya so strong, sweetheart. Ya gotta be strong for me." Daryl whispered barely audible, but the group still were able to hear everything.
Dr. Edwards rolled the stretcher over to where Beth was. Daryl, Rick, and Tyreese all helped pick up Beth and placed her on the stretcher. Daryl stayed with his hand pressed against her wound until the doctor told him to let go. She was then taken off to an operating room, with no guarantees, no promises that she would make it.
Daryl didn't say anything to the rest of the group, he walked over to a corner, slid his back down against the wall and sat with his face cradled in his hands praying to a God he never knew lhe believed in. That was until Beth Greene.