It all happened so fast.

Daryl was hunting in the woods when he felt a walker behind him. He pushed it down with his back and turned over to stab it, but saw it's facial features.

He hesititates and goes to stab it's head when another one is on top of his back. The two walkers bit his shoulder so deep, he thought he felt their teeth hit each other.

Screaming in agony, he drives the knife between the walker underneath him and reaches back to stab the one on top of him.

Daryl stands up, crying out as he realizes this is the end.

He's going to die alone, in the woods without even getting to say goodbye to his friends. They wouldn't even know he's dead until one of them finds his body turned.

But I suppose it would be easy to put two and two together.

The archer leans back against a tree and sobs in pain.

"Well, broth'r, I know you ain't crying like some big ol' pussy now." Merles' voice says in front of him, as a hallucination.

"You're not real!" he yells.

The older man laughs, "This is for the greater good, little brother. It's nice here. With Lori, Andrea, Dale, Sophia, all o' them. And Glenn."

"I'm right here, Merle." Daryl hears Glenn's voice, and turns to see him next to the tree.

"Glenn?"

"How's it going, man?"

"I-I killed you." I say, still wincing in pain.

"No, you didn't, Daryl. I didn't enjoy this world anymore."

"Neither did I." another voice says, and Daryl sees Sasha. "No one can be expected to fit this lifestyle perfectly."

"You did the best you could." Sophia states, on the other side of him, clutching her doll.

Daryl sheds more tears, clenching his fists until his palms were bleeding.

"I's going to be ok'y, lil brother."

"I don't wanna die." Daryl pants frantically.

"You sure? Not even to see her?" Glenn says.

The archer gulps, as more tears threaten to escape his eyelids.

"It's okay. Cry. Let it out. Let all your anger and sadness out when you heard that gunshot. Saw that lifeless body. Felt that fuckin' sadness. Let it out for your little girlfriend."

"IT WASN'T LIKE THAT!" Daryl growls, going to punch Merle but his fist just hits the air when the hallucination is going.

A voice is heard behind him, "Then what was it like?"

Daryl looks behind him to see Hershel.

"I-I-I-" he stutters.

"She was like a daughter to you, wasn't she? And because you couldn't handle your shit and go with her or let her stay with you so she could prove herself, you let her get kidnapped! You let her die, and you didn't do shit about it!" Merle yells.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." Daryl covers his ears and collapses on the ground.

"It's gonna be okay, Daryl." Beth's soft voice rings in his ears as he looks beside him to see her kneeling.

"Beth."

"It's okay." she caresses his face, "You're going home."

Hahaha I know this was bad I just like platonic!Bethyl and Daryl thinking about her after she died