Daryl had grown to at least tolerate his new group. They weren't bad men, they just had they're rules and breaking them was deadly. It wasn't so bad.
They were currently taking up shelter in an abandoned garage, and Daryl was itching to get out and do something. He grabbed his crossbow and let the guys know he was going out to do some hunting.
As he stepped outside, he looked to the sky. He thought about Beth. He'd been looking for her everyday since her disappearance, with no such luck. He dreamed about her every night and thought about her every moment when he couldn't occupy his mind.
As he made his way through the woods, he spotted a walker. Without sparring a second thought, he raised his crossbow and pointed it at it head. As he stepped forward, a twig snapped under his boot. The walker turned around and he dropped his weapon in horror.
"B-Beth…" He stuttered out.
Her blonde hair that was once so vibrant now hung at her shoulders, bloody and matted. Her neck sported a wound that looked like it'd been the cause of new being. He stumbled around. This felt worse then when he found Merle. He supposed he knew Merle had somewhat deserved it, but Beth had been so innocent, so pure. Now she stood before him, snarling and he couldn't do anything. He had frozen up. His arms felt like lead hanging there at his sides.
She had started walking towards him, and he felt a tear roll down his face. He pulled his knife from his belt and lodged it into her skull, falling to the ground with her. He could feel all his sadness boiling up inside of him and he let out a wicked sob. He rest his head on her chest and just cried, letting out his pain to her one last time.
He lifted his head and noticed her journal in her pocket. He pulled the green book out and started flipping through it. He read where she'd written about them, making it on their own and then it stopped. He flipped through the pages wildly until he reached one with writing scrawled on that looked like she'd written it as quick as she possibly could.
Daryl,
They're going to kill me. I know they are. This isn't you're fault. I know that's what you're thinking and I promise you, there was nothing you could've done. They distracted you to take me. I heard you calling for me as we sped off, but I promise, there was nothing you could do. I'm sorry we didn't get more time together. I miss you.
Beth
Daryl read and reread the note quickly. The pain he felt so raw, like nothing he'd ever felt before. He got up and stormed back to the camp to grab a shovel. One of the guys yelled claimed in regards to the shovel and Daryl hit him in the face with it. He went back to Beth's body and began digging. Once he was finished, he gently lowered her body into the grave and stared at her.
"Thank you… for everything." was all he could manage before he began covering her body with dirt. These wounds weren't going to heal anytime soon.