A/N: This chapter is for pancake-potch. It's been sitting in my notepad on my phone for months and though it's very short, it was time to post it.

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It Don't Come Easy
Chapter 2

Beth leaned back against the bathroom door, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She had spent the last couple of days hiding out in her room at Maggie and Glenn's house which was a difficult task.

By now, Maggie was so far along in her pregnancy that she didn't do much of anything or go anywhere except to get supplies.

She was always there, staring at Beth, watching her every move, whispering to her from the other side of the door. But Beth didn't answer, she cast her eyes downward when she saw Maggie watching her.

She was broken and she was sure her sister could see it, she had always been able to see the brokenness inside her even when she couldn't and now was no different.

Maggie pressed her forehead against the bedroom door and closed her eyes.

She could hear the shower running but that wasn't enough to drown out Beth's cries.

It hurt her to see her baby sister like this but she knew she was at least partially to blame for Beth's current state.

She had been selfish and hadn't stop to consider who she would be hurting. She had known the moment she saw her in Daryl's arms she would never be able to take back the things she had done.

When Beth had shown up at the gate several months ago, she was shock and as a result she had reacted in a way she shouldn't have, she pushed her sister away and wished she were still dead.

The door swung open and Maggie took a quick step back as Beth stepped out of the room and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Bethie..." Maggie half whispered, reaching out for her sister but Beth moved too quick for her.

She stopped when she reached the bottom of the stairs and shook her head.

She wasn't this girl, the one that was running away. She was stronger now and she knew that even if the others didn't.

Her heart may have been broke and her head may not have been completely healed but she'd be damned if she let the others think she was because if it.

She could face them when they couldn't face her and that's just what she was going to do.

"You're not thinkin' of runnin' again, are you?" Ty asked.

Beth looked over at him then turned her attention back to the window.

"No. I...I just have to figure out a way to be okay with everythin', ya know?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually but if you don't, you can always kick Daryl's ass."

Beth smiled to herself at that and Ty nudged her shoulder with his and gave her a small smile.

"Punch it like you mean it, Beth," Michonne yelled out. "Show me how tough you are, show me that you're not afraid."

Beth threw a punch at the walker Michonne had tied up and then she threw another one before Michonne stopped her.

"You're hesitating, Beth. You should be able to hit it without thinkin'."

"I'm not thinkin'. I'm doin' exactly what you told me to do."

"No, you're not. You hesitate when you draw your arm back. You swing with surety but right before you connect, you flinch, you hesitate. I know you're smart and stronger than anyone thinks but you have to be able to show me you are."

Beth clenched both fists at her side and waited for Michonne to give her another task.

Michonne smiled. "We're not done with this. I want you to try picturing the walker as someone who really pisses you off. Picture Daryl or Maggie or Rick. Picture Dawn or the Governor. Whoever it is that flips that switch in you, picture them and give it all you've got."

She stared at the walker, picturing it as all the people Michonne had mentioned and when she finally settled on one, she drew back. The walker went down when her fist connected with the side of its face but she didn't have time to stop and think about what she had just done before the walker was up again and lunging at her.

"I'm here," Michonne said quietly. "Remember that. I won't let anythin' happen. Just keep doin' what you did."

She swung again and kicked at the walker until it was down on the ground and she was on top of it, taking all of her anger out on it until she couldn't fight anymore.

She rolled off of the walker and laid back on the ground beside it and stared up at Michonne.

"You did good. Tomorrow we'll work on your kicks."

Michonne reached out and helped her up.

"I have to ask though, who did you picture the walker as? Was it Daryl?"

"No," Beth shook her head. "I pictured the walker as myself, the way I used to be."

A/N: This is just a little side-note really so here it is. As much as I ship Bethyl and love Bethyl, this will NOT be Bethyl. If you do not like that it won't be Bethyl, please do not bother leaving a review or telling me you will not be reading it. You are wasting my time and your own by doing that. Now this may come off as rude and probably piss some people off but that's okay. I've been writing for a while now and in that time I have learned that you can't please everyone and the only thing that matters is that you enjoy what you're doing.

All of that being said, this will be my last and final A/N regarding this matter, not only for this story but for all of my other stories as well.

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-A