Morgan and Beth continued to track the group for a few more days. They seemed to be about two days behind them. It was starting to kill Beth that they kept missing them, but they'd found a car so they could've been even farther away from them. Each day they came across the campsite that had been left behind. It was them, she knew it, but she wished she had something to hold on to. It was usually only garbage that was left behind.

Until one day, there wasn't. One day there was a baby blanket left behind. Judith hadn't had it at the prison, but Beth knew it was hers. The first thing she did was bring it to her face and smell it. It was Judith. All she could smell was that wonderful baby smell all babies had and she knew it was Judith. How could she not? She'd cared for her from birth. Beth carefully folded the blanket and put it in her bag. She'd give it back to Judith once they found her family.

Daryl nearly lost it the day their group crossed into South Carolina. He thought about what Beth would have said. She probably wouldn't have said anything; she would've nudged his shoulder and gave him a smile.

That evening, while everyone sat around the fire, Daryl sat next to Maggie.

Maggie looked up, surprised, and Glenn left her side with the excuse that he needed to ask Rick something.

"Tell me a story 'bout her." Daryl requested. He didn't say anything more and Maggie didn't need an explanation.

"Y'know how you told me the two of you burnt down a house?" Maggie asked, smiling.

Daryl nodded, indicating she should go on.

"Well, I remembered that arson wasn't the first crime Bethy committed. She stole a car once." Maggie laughed.

"What?" Daryl asked confused.

"Yeah." Maggie said laughing. "She was about fourteen and she had sweet talked Otis into letting her drive his car around the farm. She told him how she felt left out because Shawn and I could drive and she couldn't. Otis knew better, but most people couldn't resist Bethy's big blue eyes."

Daryl nodded again, he understood how convincing Beth could be when she wanted something.

"She'd driven my car up the drive once or twice and did fine, she didn't account for the fact that Otis drove a stick shift."

Daryl laughed, the first time he had in a while. "What happened?"

"She couldn't get very far and then Daddy saw what was goin' on and ran out of the house screamin'. She panicked and started driving in circles, trying to get away. I guess she didn't really steal the car, but Daddy almost killed her. Went on about what would've happened if she'd wrecked Otis' car. She vowed she'd never drive stick again." Maggie finished, laughing.

"Thanks." Daryl told her, enjoying the image of Beth, alive.

"No problem." Maggie told him, she was silent for a moment and continued, "She'd kill me for tellin' you this, but she had a crush on you. Seems so silly and she never admitted to it, but she did."

Daryl looked at her in disbelief.

"She did." Maggie told him earnestly, "After Judith was born and you went out for that formula and called her Lil' Asskicker, I know- knew my sister, Daryl. She had feelings for you. She was so mad when you left with Merle. I guess she figured you wouldn't want someone so young, so she moved on, but I bet those feelings never went away."

"Why're you tellin' me this?" Daryl questioned, not sure if it made him feel better or worse.

"Because I would want to know if it were me." Maggie told him, "I can understand why it may make things worse, but maybe it will make you feel better about your feelings. Maybe she loved you too after all was said and done. I know it may make you hurt worse, but I think she would've wanted you to know now."

A few days later, they made camp in an abandoned house somewhere near Greenville. Once everybody was sitting around the living room, Rick stood up to make an announcement.

"This is the best place to stay we've found in a while. While we've been making good progress, I think it's time for us to take a break for a while. Carol and Eugene aren't in the best shape right now. They've been doin' well, but I don't want to overexert them and end up setting them back. I think it's best we stay here for at least a couple days if not a week. Most of us are also mourning and that's taking a toll. We need some rest."

Most of the group nodded, Abraham, who had been on a mission for so long, was about to protest before he realized that there was no need to rush anymore.

Daryl didn't really care much either way. Here, on the road, Washington, what was the difference? She wasn't in any of those places. She never would be.

Beth thought about Daryl when she and Morgan crossed into South Carolina, he finally made it out of Georgia. She decided that when she saw him again she'd work on making some of his other "I never's" come true. She'd get him a gift for Christmas(or winter, because who really knew when Christmas was anymore?) and maybe someday they'd be able to take something resembling a vacation. Together.

Beth wondered what their relationship would be like when they reunited. Had they gotten together in the time between the funeral home and when she woke up? Sometimes she liked to imagine that something had happened, that somehow she had gotten Daryl to admit that he loved her too. She'd started having feelings for him around the time Judith had been born and their experience on the run together had just made those feelings stronger. She liked to think he felt the same way. Before their night at the funeral home, she would have thought she was crazy. It would have been insane to think he'd want a kid like her, but his face changed her mind. He felt something too.

Beth pulled Morgan's jacket tighter around her as they walked, it had started getting colder and he'd given it to her one evening when he noticed her shivering. He told her it looked better on her anyway. Sometimes Beth hoped that nothing had happened between her and Daryl yet. She wanted to remember everything and there was a good chance she wouldn't get her memories back.

Sometimes she had dreams, dreams that she thought could be memories. Sterile white walls, scrubs, a woman telling her she wasn't strong, an elevator shaft. These dreams scared her, she hoped they weren't true.

Morgan's voice broke her out of her thoughts, "I think they're headed to somewhere near Greenville. We'll probably be gettin' there tomorrow. Doubt they'll stay long enough for us to catch 'em, but we will one day."

Beth nodded, hoping that day would come soon.