Here is Chapter 3 for you guys! Thank you so much for all the feedback! I'm glad you all are enjoying it! Here goes another...

They've been on the road for 15 days. 15 long and tiresome days to get Noah back to Virginia to a little subdivision that he used to call home. He wants to find his family, a mom and his set of twin brothers.

Everyone knew that they probably weren't there anymore, but they let Noah hope anyway. Maybe they could hold up there for awhile, but that was just another hopeless thought as well.

While Rick, Michonne, Glenn, Tyreese, and Noah all carpooled together, Daryl was with Maggie, Carol, Carl, Judith, and Sasha in the van. Tara, Father Gabriel, Abraham, and his people were in another van behind them. While Daryl would have normally been at Rick's side, Rick suggested that he stay behind, considering how he was still feeling and he thought it'd be the best idea to stay back with a group in case anything went wrong. Daryl was also nominated to drive, because no one wanted to make Maggie and Carol still wasn't in the best of shape, so he stepped up.

"Halfway there." They heard Rick's voice say over the walkie talkie Carol was holding.

"Not far behind you." Carol replied.

"Everything OK on that end?" Rick asked.

"Yeah, fine." She responded.

Daryl shifted in his seat as he started to get nervous about getting close to reaching their destination. While Daryl was so used to him and the group coming up empty handed, he was just so tired of seeing it happen. Over and over again.

This wasn't just for Noah, though. It was for Beth also. Doing this in her memory made it that much easier, but that much harder at the same time.

"This last little bit will be the easy part. But, if we don't hear from you, we'll come lookin'." Carol said into the walkie talkie once more.

"Copy that." Rick agreed.

Hopefully, they won't have to go looking.

It had been a quiet trip, except for the brief conversation of Carol and Rick checking up on each other and Judith's crying every once in awhile.

Daryl realized something all of a sudden. He wasn't in Georgia anymore. That was incredibly strange to him. Not just because of the fact that he had never been out of the state before, but he thought back to the day him and Beth played the drinking game again...

"I ain't ever been out of Georgia."

That was a drink he didn't have to take now. She was so appalled when he told her that. It's funny how things change. Not only was he traveling outside of Georgia now, but he was also doing it to honor her memory. She would be excited for him in a certain way. He wished she was there to cross the state lines with him. She might have been there in spirit, but he didn't know if he believed in all of that or not.

He did just for her, though. He imagined himself either looking beside or behind him, to see Beth and give her that knowling look and smirk that said "I made it. We made it."

"That's how it's 'sposed to be."

It made him both happy and sad, to think about being able to look back at Beth in that moment. She'd be giving him that same smile back, except her's would be much more beautiful and radiant. He was smirking to himself in real life, not even realizing it.

"You're smiling." Carol said, catching him.

"What?" his smile faded away, "'Am not."

"Yes, you were. I know what I seen." Carol objected, letting out a small laugh.

"Well...so what?"

"That's just the first time I've see you smile in a long time." She told him.

Daryl just looked at her with a blank face, and then put his focus back on the road.

"What was it, Daryl?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, what was it?" Carol chimed back in. "We could all use a nice thought."

Daryl was hesitant. He hadn't really talked about anything that happened during his and Beth's time together before. After taking a moment, though, he decided that it might be good to talk about it.

"Just...somethin' that I told Beth awhile back." Daryl started. "I told her about how I ain't ever been out of Georgia before...just wish she coulda been here for my first trip out..."

Nobody said anything for a moment. He looked in the rear-view mirror to see Maggie have tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face.

"That's sweet." Maggie finally spoke. "She's happy for you. I know it. We all wish she could be here."

"That is a nice thought, Daryl." Carol agreed, and he looked at her to find tears in her eyes as well.

Daryl just nodded. He turned his focus back on the road, back to his thoughts.

"I'm still the reason why she's not here, though."

They were almost to Shirewilt, just some odd miles away, when Rick's voice came back over the walkie talkie, out of breath and panicked.

"Get Carl and Sasha away." He warned. "They don't need to see this."

Nobody knew what was going on. Rick didn't say in that moment. Sasha was alarmed that he singled her out along with Carl.

"What's going on?! Is it Ty? Oh, please...tell me it isn't Ty..." She pleaded, desperate and terrified.

They were all hoping it wasn't another bloody loss.

Without even had responded to Rick, he came back over the walkie talkie's static.

"It's Tyreese...he's been bit...we had to amputate his arm...it doesn't look good."

Driving up to the sight of Rick and the rest of them all looking down at Tyreese, who was lying on the side of the road, was heart-wrenching. They instructed Carl to stay in the van with Judith, but there was no holding Sasha back. She immediately jumped out of the van, and ran to collapse on her brother in tears. Rick and Michonne just shook their heads, tears forming in their eyes. That's when the rest of them realized it, walking up to the scene...

Tyreese was gone.

The funeral was as beautiful as it could be. Father Gabriel gave a sermon as they laid Ty to rest beneath a swaying willow tree. Everybody took turns saying their goodbyes and throwing a shovel-full of dirt in the grave. They were in disbelief of this tragedy. Another good one gone. Another strong one...gone.

Daryl made his goodbye silent. He couldn't believe they had lost someone else so soon. Daryl looked up to Tyreese. He was a friend and a brother. He was another tough son of a bitch.

He also couldn't help but to think of Beth. He wished that she could have had a funeral like this, surrounded by the people that loved her and cared about her.

"That's how it's 'sposed to be."

He handed the shovel to Sasha, and he made a connection. They've both lost a brother, and they've both lost someone that was very dear to them. Someone they grew to care for, someone they grew to love...

Wait...was that what it was? Is that what this is?

Daryl shook the thought out of his head. He didn't know what love like that felt like. He loved the family we had now, that was for sure. He loved Merle, in a reluctant way...but, Beth? It felt different. Something that he's never felt before.

"Is this what love feels like?"