Word Count: 304
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own The Walking Dead, although I certainly wish I did.
Note: If it wasn't already clear, this is based just after Beth got separated from Daryl.
'Beth?' He asks, uncharacteristically soft. She doesn't stir. His chest tightens, panic threatens to take over. 'Beth?' He asks again, fearful now.
She rolls over, her face adopting a sleepy smile. 'What's wrong?' She replies, stretching her hands out towards him.
Just as calm begins to settle his rattling bones, the room turns upside down. He sees red, then black, then white. Nothing makes sense. Beth. Beth Beth Beth. He blinks until his eyes could bleed, and the room finally starts to focus.
No. No no no. Her face - her soft, calm, saves you from the world face, gone. It is not Beth. Her jaw hangs off, decaying. Her eyes: dead, yellow, protruding. It takes everything within him not to scream, every fibre of his being just wants to run or cry or die.
He screws his eyes shut, pushes on his ears, willing this to not be real. Just a trick of his cruel, cruel mind. He'd take insanity in the blink of an eye for her, and he doesn't even know when it got like this. Such a short amount of time together yet she'd somehow managed to sew herself underneath his skin.
He jolts awake at the rustling of a bush, and reality sets in as he frantically looks around. He is alone. The back of his eyes burn with the tears that threaten to fall, but he will not cry. Not for her, not for anyone. He will always be alone. Letting people in that far is not an option. Pure stupidity.
Still, he will at least try. She will find him, or he will find her. This can't just be it. Maybe everything is for nothing, he thinks, but he shakes his head. No time for thinking like that, for dwelling in self pity. Beth. Beth Beth Beth.
AN: This is just a little something I really felt like writing, as I just found I had such a soft spot for this pairing! Let me know what you think, or if I should do any more! :)