— Just so ya know:
Beth Greene fans, or fans that actually understand the show, mutually agree that her death was ridiculous and undeserving of her character.
Vignettes inspired by frustration and disappointment in the TWD writers (particularly Scott Gimple), Beth Greene, Emily Kinney, Beth Greene fans, fanfiction authors creating fix-it fics, as well, and those who encouraged me to continue writing. Thank you.
"I gotta do it," Noah told Rick firmly. But he didn't have to do it. He didn't have to do anything. He was a part of them now or at least he was part of Beth's family now. She wasn't going to let him become a prisoner, another person for Dawn to use as she sees fit for her selfish needs.
Beth sent a glare toward the woman and felt herself moving forward. An arm immediately wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. She snapped her head back and saw Daryl shaking his head subtlety.
As quietly as he could, he murmured, "Beth, don't." Because his voice was low, the raspiness was even more pronounced, and she heard the desperation crystal clear.
The rage vibrated dangerously in her body, and it showed profoundly in her wide blue eyes. She didn't know exactly what she was planning on doing, but all she could think of was that she finally got it now. She understood the kind of person Dawn Lerner is.
But she stayed. She stayed because she didn't want to risk the safety of her family, the safety of Daryl, after they most likely went through hell to rescue her and Carol.
Noah limped toward the other side slowly, and time slowed down for her. She loved her family so much, but they didn't understand fully what Dawn was capable of. For Beth, it was difficult to pinpoint it because Dawn tossed her contradicting statements all around. However, it all came down to this: if Dawn was threatened, she wouldn't hesitate to make sure the threat was gone. In this world, that attitude was understandable. What made Dawn different and dangerous was that she would want more.
In this case, more was Noah. She lost Beth, the one person Dawn believed was her ally, and now she needed another ally to maintain her protection.
With all of those revelations in mind, which then fueled her rage, Beth finally realized what she wanted to do. She grabbed the gun from Daryl's grip and, unflinchingly, shot Dawn through the forehead.
Beth focused on the sound of the gunshot and ignored the opposing side raising their guns to shoot because they wouldn't. These people knew the type of person Dawn was and wanted her gone. Now she was gone. They got somebody else to do the dirty work so their slate is clean. They were just like Dawn.
It was disgusting.
"I get it now," Beth spoke to Dawn's lifeless body. Quietly, she handed Daryl back his gun. He got it from her and nodded, understanding shown in his eyes.
Beth and her family exited the hospital after Rick asked if anybody wanted to come leave with them. Even though Carol was still injured and needed a bigger person to support her, she wrapped her arm around Beth's shoulder. Beth wrapped her right arm around Carol's waist.
She knew Daryl was right behind her.
Once the sunlight hit her face, Beth took in a deep of fresh air. The rooftop didn't compare at all. She was stripped of the scrubs, stripped of the status as a prisoner and punching bag. She was free and with her family.
"BETH!" a voice she never thought she'd hear again screamed.
Carol went over to Tyreese to allow the Greene sisters their moment.
Maggie ran toward her little sister and wrapped her arms around her, sobbing happily. Beth reciprocated the hug, eyes shut tightly and tears wanting to fall but couldn't. Her fingers dug deeply into her skin as if for more clarification that her sister was truly here.
And then the reunion finally occurred. Hugs were exchanged. Quiet loving whispers passed ear to ear. Shoulder squeezes. Pats on the backs. Genuine smiles not plagued by the harsh tribulations one faced.
Just like the funeral home, though, the happiness didn't last. Beth thought of the doctor Dr. Edwards tricked her into killing. She thought of Percy and how Beth took part in his death by pushing him down the elevator shaft of walkers. Finally, she thought of the death that occurred minutes ago. She killed three people. The first was by unknowingly; the second was by reflex; and the third was by will.
If these were her instincts, what kind of her person was she? Was her heart filled with so much hate, stemming from the start of it all at the farm? Or perhaps the hospital brought out what was boiling inside of her. The killer.
Still trapped within Maggie—and Glenn's now—embrace, Beth pulled away abruptly. The freedom was gone. She felt the suffocation all over again. It was similar to the time when she went into shock after the truth of the barn came out.
Who am I to decide who gets to die? Who am I to serve justice? She thought over and over again.
An incoming mental breakdown was soon to take place when Beth caught sight of the man she was once with standing on the side. He was looking at her; it seemed that was all he did since they locked eyes back at the hospital.
Her mind turned blank, and her feet began approaching him. Just like Maggie, she needed to feel that he was real. Looking at him wasn't enough because eyes deceived.
Once Beth was close enough to crane her neck upwards, she slid her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his chest. However, unlike with Maggie's, her embrace around him wasn't tight, desperate, and longing. In fact, she didn't know what it was — just like she didn't know what had occurred between the two of them back at the funeral home.
Now she had her chance to figure out what exactly was going on between them.
Daryl's hands cupped her elbows briefly, allowing the hug to parallel their first physical contact at the prison. But he returned the embrace properly, squeezing her once and placing his lips on her hair.
"I missed you, Daryl Dixon," Beth whispered, knowing he'd hear her. She turned her head to bury her face in his chest. Her fingers added more pressure on his back, feeling the realness of it all.
After months being on the run with him, after the fall of the prison, she knew she couldn't say such loud statements toward him. She expected no response but another squeeze.
The desperation in his eyes earlier should've been a giveaway. He did squeeze her, but then he responded, "Thank you."
Her eyebrows furrowed. She looked up at him in confusion. "I should be the one thanking you." She paused. "For what?"
She knew the rest of their family was giving them privacy, but she still felt some eyes on them.
Daryl looked down at her, locking eyes once again. This time, he didn't say anything as if he couldn't find any more words that would make sense of what he wanted to fully express.
Beth smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. Of course she understood. "Oh," was all she said.
— This chapter was just to help introduce the story basically. Beth being the ultimate badass, in her own ways, will officially start in the next chapters, though I thought this chapter showcased a bit of her badassery quite well.
Updates may vary depending on my muse.
