Disclaimer: For Daryl's dream in this chapter, I used Ballykissangels. I give credit for Daryl's dream to Ballykissangel. This is the link to her profile: u/4494844/

This is the link to the story that I got Daryl's dream from: s/10995124/1/Fare-Thee-Well-My-Honey

I thank her and her wonderful writing technique. I also apologize for the lack of posting chapters, I've been sick lately and was unable to write. I'm feeling better again and I hope you all enjoy the new chapter!

Daryl

After Daryl's dream, Carol and him had woken up and searched around. They eventually found Noah, who had begged for his life after almost killing Carol.

"Please! I was only trying to help my friend!" Noah begged to the two, he was trapped under a bookshelf that had toppled on top of him.

"I could care less what you were trying to do." Daryl informed Noah as he lit a cigar and started to smoke. He looked down unto Noah and felt little pity on the boy who had almost killed Carol.

"She promised me that we would escape together! But she got caught and was taken back there, but I escaped. You have to let me go! Please! I have to help Beth, please let me go!" Noah begged in agony as he looked Daryl in the eyes.

"Wait, who'd you say you were trying to help?" Daryl asked, returning the look to Noah. At first, he couldn't believe his ears, this had to be the wrong Beth.

"Beth. She was at the hospital, but they captured her again, and-" Noah was cut short by Daryl.

"Is she blonde?" Daryl asked, already picking up his crossbow while putting out his cigar.

"Yep, she is. Do you know her?" Noah asked, immediately feeling better, knowing that he wasn't going to be killed by these people since he knew where Beth was.

"Yeah, we do. Carol, let's go." Daryl said as he motioned for Carol to help him move the bookshelf from the young boy. As they did so, Carol helped Noah to his feet. Daryl exited the building and waited for Carol as she had to let Noah lean on her for support, his legs were obviously hurt from the bookshelf. They came out of the building, moving slower than Daryl was.

"How much further is the hospital from here?" Carol asked with a grunt as she was trying to keep up with Daryl. She had to stop to catch her breath, she was doing most of the work. She observed Daryl as he jogged to the road in the middle of the street.

"I'd say that it's a good ways off." Noah replied, stopping also. He was worn out from the long day he already had went through.

Daryl was listening to Carol and Noah's conversation as he was crossing the road. He heard the sound of a car, and turned to see what was coming. A car was zooming towards him, and he had no time at all to get out of the way. He was blindsided and hit, his vision started to blur as his head slammed the pavement. He saw Carol's mouth wide open, she was about to scream. He wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay, but his vision faded to black.

Daryl thought he had woken up, but he was in another dream. He was unsure of his surroundings, he only knew that he was outside of the hospital with Beth in his arms. He frantically tried to put pressure on the wound as her breathing began to shake.

"You're gonna be fine, Beth. Just look at me."

Daryl tried to keep his voice calm as possible, but it was difficult. He could tell that a bullet had hit her in the side of her head.

As he knelt on the roadside, he cradled her thin body, supporting her head and shoulders With His left arm as he tried to stop the bleeding from her side with His right hand. Her blood Rushed through His fingers and soaked onto the pavement.

"It's, it's okay, Daryl," she whispered. Her voice shook with pain and it was muffled by the blood in her throat.

He knew better now. He should've been there for her at the hospital, but he didn't make it to her in time. He was bent over her, a bullet hole was penetrated in her head, but it had obviously missed her brain. She was indeed dying from the lack of blood in her body.

"Not gonna happen," he replied gruffly. "We... We can find shelter, or... Or someone to help you.."

Beth looked at him and tried to sigh, but started to cough up blood. She didn't have much time to live, and Daryl knew that. "No... Don't be silly Daryl Dixon, no one can help me... now."

He kept walking, trying to ignore what her words actually meant, was afraid to set her down and face them. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not this way. Not to her. What happened to Tyreese's plan? They were supposed to go in, trade the prisoners, and rescue Beth. Nobody expected Beth to get shot by Dawn.

"Set me down, Daryl, please. You don't need... need to overreact." Beth begged.

"No," he grunted, obviously getting choked up from Beth.

"Please…" She begged once more.

Daryl slowly looked her in the eyes and saw death, and he knew she was scared of dying. He wasn't ready for her to leave this world, and she wasn't either. He felt like crying, but he couldn't. He couldn't let Beth see him cry in her final moments of life.

"It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay Daryl Dixon." Beth whispered. Daryl liked how Beth could always find the worst situations and make something good out of them.

"It's not supposed to be like this, the plan was to rescue you..." he hollered, the fullness of grief finally overtaking him. He didn't even try to fight it now.

"Tell me that you won't miss me when I'm gone Daryl Dixon..." Her blue eyes never wavered from his. He knew that if he told her that, that he would be telling her lies.

"I..." He struggled helplessly to reply, but he couldn't find a way to say yes. He was going to hurt like hell when she was gone, and nothing in the world could prepare him for her death."

"Daryl, you won't miss me. You'll... You'll have Carol." Beth told him in a whisper. Daryl knew that Carol would be there for him, but Beth's death was too soon, too sudden.

Desperation ran through him, creeping up into his throat and tears dropped gently onto her face. "Beth... You... You can't leave me...Not like this..." He protested.

Beth gave him a small smile and said "You'll have the memories that we shared... At the cabin... And the ones we're having right now."

"No... No... Don't say that. You'll... You're gonna make it..." He said, his voice was uneven. Daryl was going to break if Beth left him at this very moment.

"Will you stay with me? I'm afraid." Beth whispered, her voice was frail.

He nodded faintly, knowing what she meant.

"You... You were always there to make me smile Daryl Dixon... I'm real glad to have met you." Beth told him, her voice still in a whisper.

"Stop... You ain't going nowhere..." Daryl told her, his right hand met hers on the ground. He felt something wet, and knew it was her blood.

"You... You remember the stories we told at the cabin?... Can you tell me... Tell me one more..." Beth said in her frail voice.

Daryl's eyes never left hers, and he noticed her once bright blue eyes, turn to a dull blue. He wanted to sob, but held it all in. He racked his brain of all of his memoires and thought of a story to tell her.

"There once was a man and a woman that got lost together in a cabin. It was just them two together..." Daryl had to finish the story for Beth.

"The man couldn't stop looking at the beautiful girl's eyes. He was too shy to tell her... to tell her how he felt..." He said in a low voice.

Beth flashed a small, weak smile at Daryl. He could tell that she was getting ready to leave him.

"What, what color were the girl's eyes?" Beth asked softly.

Beth's voice was so soft and weak, that he could barely hear her.

"Her eyes were the brightest bl..."

He froze and his voice trailed off as he saw that she stopped breathing, and she stopped blinking. Daryl began to let out all of his pain through sobs.

"Blue," he whispered to her. "The girl's eyes were the brightest blue he'd ever seen."

Daryl began to sob even louder and louder. He didn't know if Rick and the others were watching him, but at this point, he really didn't care.

He shakily pulled his pistol from his holster. His hand trembled as he positioned her head so that it hovered over the ground, but he would not release his embrace on her.

Beth's voice rang through his head. "You'll miss me so bad when I'm gone Daryl Dixon."

He leaned forward and slowly closed her eyes. They had never left his face. He ran his hand through her golden blonde hair and continued to sob.

"Goodbye Beth Greene." Daryl said with a hoarse voice.

He placed the muzzle of the pistol against her forehead and looked away from the scene, he couldn't watch.

"You'll be the last man standing." Beth's voice rang through his head one last time.

It felt like he was the one that died as the world exploded in his hand.

At that very moment, his eyes shot opened, it was only a nightmare.

Bridget

Bridget woke up in the bed to see Zach passed out in the corner. She climbed out of bed and slipped on her shoes, already heading towards him.

"You forgot to wake me." She said, slightly annoyed at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." Zach said, waking up in a jolt.

Bridget sighed and said "We should probably go out for a run."

"That sounds like a-" Zach was cut off by four figures standing outside of the cabin they were at. Zach grabbed his Bowie knife as Bridget grabbed her kitchen knife. Bridget exited the room with Zach as they lined up near the front door. Zach opened the door and saw the four people. One of them held up a M9 while the other three clutched their melee weapons.

"Don't move." The man holding the M9 said.

"You don't move, or else I'll chuck this Bowie knife towards your chest." Zach said, threatening the man.

The two small groups looked at each other for a minute before a girl asked "Well... Are you friendly?"

"Depends. Are you?" Bridget asked the girl who appeared to be around Bridget's age.

"Yeah... We are..." Another boy spoke up, he had a bandage wrapped around his left leg.

"Come on in... I'm Zach, and that's Bridget." He said, pointing to his friend.

Bridget nodded and started to walk towards the house. She had a feeling that Zach didn't trust these people much either.

"I'm Kenny. This here is Danny, that's Mark, and this person here is new. Mark picked him up on the side of the road. Said his old group abandoned him and shot him in the leg. His name is Gage." Kenny said, slowly following Bridget, the rest of his team followed behind him.

Bridget noticed that they were all around the same age, but you can't trust everyone you see. Bridget started to hope that these were good people, and not thieves.