"Beth, It's Not You"
He had been so relived after the prison fell when he saw her blonde hair bobbing through the thick trees, but now he was worried about how she was acting, she was distant, not like Beth he knew. She was the flame in the darkness for Daryl, she pulled him back from the edge. When they were at the house together they were both lost by the loss of the prison and Hershel, they supported each other, Daryl kept them safe and Beth kept them strong.
Beth and Daryl had been on the road for days now, they would take it in turns as the other slept, although Daryl always insisted that he was okay to go on. The days were long and the nights are longer, Daryl would often be driving and hear Beth silently sobbing into her shirt. There had been a strange and suspicious absence of walkers recently and it was worrying Daryl. He was constantly on edge, always keeping Beth close and never doing anything that would get them noticed.
The sun was beginning to set as they were driving through a small neighbourhood. The sky was orange and pink, Beth loved those evenings and she hadn't noticed them in so long. Daryl slowly parked up in front of a small bungalow and Beth looked at him with , "Come on Doll, your tired. Let's stop here for tonight. Maybe get some food and water. We'll find them tomorrow" He saw the disappointment on Beth's face. All she wanted to do is find her family again and then they could find somewhere for them all to live in again like the prison. To be honest, she wanted to stay at the house fro longer, she was so exhausted and her ankle was hurting, but she had to look out for Daryl or he'd shut her off and then she'd have no one. Even thinking about the prison made Beth feel sick, watching her daddy die so brutally, right in front of her, it nearly killed her. Of course, she couldn't tell Daryl what she was thinking, he wasn't exactly the best person to talk to.
"Okay, but we'll search the train tracks tomorrow, yeah?" she replied, pulling her bag out from the back seat.
"Sure" Daryl mumbled, climbing out of the truck, "Stay by me" snaking a hand around her waist.
Kicking in the door, he held his crossbow up to his face, Beth shadowed behind him, shining her torch into the dark hallway. Quiet moans cried out from down the hall. Beth instinctively held onto Daryl's manly arm. Suddenly a crash echoed through the house, the moans got louder and louder until it stumbled out in front of Daryl. Beth let out a gasp as an arrow exploded through it's face. The silence that followed was eery and unexpected, they looked to each other, breathing heavily, and gave each other a nod to show that they're both okay.
They set up a camp in the living room made of sleeping bags and pillows, with candles Beth found softly lighting the room. Daryl thought to himself how beautiful she looked in the warm light, her angelic blonde hair softly curled around her face, her bright crystal blue eyes and her perfect pink lips. He smiled to himself. "what is it" Beth laughed, waking Daryl from his trance,
"nothin' jus' get some sleep" damn it. He didn't mean to snap at her, he'd done it again, he'd found himself staring at her and he freaked, tried to run and hide. He turned over onto his side and heard her shuffling around, god he hated himself sometimes. Beth reached over and placed a hand on Daryl's shoulder, "Please don't shut me out, please, I don't want to be alone again."
He quietly whispered back, "Beth, It's not you, I promise", she was tired of being shut out all the time so she curled back into her duvet and closed her eyes.