Author's Note:
Hey! So, this chapter comes with a warning! When it comes to the somewhat gross part, if you're super sensitive, then don't read it, but I promise its not bad. Its a bit dark though. I bolded it out so you don't have to read it, it still talks about what happened after so you're good. Enjoy, and feel free to read the rest of the story even if you are sensitive. :) Its not a bad thing, my sister is like that, which is why I wrote this. If you could watch the gross walkers in TWD S5ep7 then you're good. :)
"She saw us! She saw you and me, doing- whatever we did." Beth wasn't scared. She thought she knew what she was in for.
"We could've not done, uh, that." Daryl said, but Beth glared at him. "I'm not complaining."
"You remember?" Beth remembered some of it, but not a lot. She couldn't remember what he was telling her last night... Something about Carol... She remembered how good of a kisser he was...
"Yeah. Some of it." his voice was scratchy. "There's no way they didn't hear us talking."
Beth rolled her eyes. "Great."
She walked out of the room, and Daryl followed as they walked downstairs. Tara was asleep on the big ugly rug in the middle of the room next to Eugene, who was spooning her. Ew.
Rick and Michonne were on the couch, and either Darl or Beth didn't want to know why she was in his t-shirt, but she had an idea. They both laughed quietly and walked into the kitchen, where Carol was holding a paper cup of what Beth thought was water and sitting at the breakfast table.
"Get out, Beth." Carol's voice sounded rigid, but she was serious. Beth shot her a look and turned to leave, but only because she didn't want whatever was going to happen to Daryl to be any worse.
Daryl's POV:
Waking up next to his favorite person in the world was nothing like he imagined it would be. They had just found a note, one particularly nasty one at that. He knew she was going to hurt her, and it wasn't even his fault he told her: he was drunk.
"Don't touch her." he warned her and he wrapped his fingers tightly around his knife.
"You slept with her... After what I told you, you had the nerve to do that."
"I don't remember anythi-" he interupted her, but she talked over him.
"I SAW IT! We went to find you, and I saw! Did you not understand when I said don't do anything like that?! This is for your own good, Daryl."
"Carol, this isn't you. Please don't do this." he started but she wouldn't listen. He just wanted the old Carol back.
"Beth and I are going for a walk." she lifted herself from the chair and walked toward the door.
"Oh, and if you come after us, or tell them, I'll make it worse for her."
"Carol!" she turned around, and looked at him as he reached for her with his knife. She snatched it out of his hand.
"Come and tell Beth its going to be fine, and you don't want to come." She was now pointing the knife at his chest. "I'll do it."
Daryl and Carol walked into the living room, where Beth was sitting against the bookshelf.
"Go on with Carol." Beth looked at him confused, but he tried to get her to see this was serious, which she got clearly.
She got up and Carol grabbed her arm and put away the knife. The second they walked out the front door, Daryl sat down on the floor and couldn't help but imagine what she was going to do to her...
Beth's POV:
"Where are we going?" Beth was looking at Carol, who had her hand gripped around her arm.
"LET GO OF ME!" She finally yelled as she and Carol were in the woods.
"I'm not going to kill you. I just hope that Daryl learned his lesson..."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! What lesson?" Beth was struggling frantically to get out of Carol's grip around her arm. She was taking out a knife- Daryl's knife?
"STOP!" Carol was trying to hold her still, but she wasn't going to stop fighting.
"He... said.. you... were... strong... -stop fighting!- But... you're... weak..." Carol said, between breaths, holding her down. Finally, she got her still and Beth's heart was pounding in her ears.
"And weak, doesn't survive, Beth."
WARNING HERE IS WHERE IT GETS WEIRD, FEEL FREE TO SKIP UNTIL YOU SEE THE BOLD AGAIN, YOU'LL BE ALL GOOD THERE. ITS NOT EVEN THAT BAD, I'M ONLY WARNING YOU BECAUSE I DON'T WANT HATE FOR NOT DOING IT.
She took the knife and drew it closer to Beth's forearm, which was being held against a large boulder they were leaning against.
Carol pressured it to Beth's skin, and Beth kept fighting until she felt a pain so immense she couldn't help but try to fight Carol with her free hand.
Carol was carving something so deep into her arm that nothing could stop the bleeding. And she was doing it slowly, each letter deeper into her arm.
She was screaming now, and out of weakness, she fainted. blood was trickling down her arm and on the rock they were leaning against. When she awoke, there was a dead walker (she could tell it wasn't Carol) in the leaves across from her, and she was on the ground.
WELCOME BACK. :) YOU'RE GOOD. IT WASN'T THAT BAD.
Why didn't she just kill me. Beth had no idea where she was, but she was alone. Her arm was throbbing, and it was bleeding so much that she had to wrap it in the bottom of her shirt. She didn't care enough to see what Carol had carved into her arm so she continued walking.
She was wondering why Daryl hadn't come to help her, until she realized that she was strong. "Weak? I'm not w-weak." she was talking to herself, but that was what kept her going.
She tried to remember the way they had come, and she didn't have any weapons on her to fend for herself so she was getting scared. Trudging wearily through the crunching leaves beneath her, she grew so cold and pale that she wasn't shocked if she looked like a walker.
It wasn't more than 10 minutes that Beth walked straight from where she was, and she luckily reached the clearing the house was in and walked toward it, but fell to the ground.
She couldn't walk anymore, and she was losing too much blood to stay awake. She fought to keep open her eyes and she heard the thud of footsteps coming toward her. She couldn't stay awake to see who they were, and everything went black again...
Finding Beth, Daryl's POV
The group was still too hungover to be awake, even though he could guess it was around 2 PM. It had been less than twenty minutes until Carol and Beth disappeared from the doorway's view, so he followed them until he couldn't hear them anymore. He walked through the tall grass in the clearing with his crossbow up, ready to shoot anything in his way. He walked through the woods, crunching through the leaves and looking for signs of them, but there were no footprints in the leaves. He was going to get Beth back, even if he was going to die doing it, and he also wouldn't have minded if he could get his knife back too.
On the ground in front of him, he saw that newly fallen and untouched leaves had been scattered profusely over the path that the Group had followed to get to the house and back, which was weird because Tara had mentioned clearing out the path.
He walked the way he knew to go, but didn't see anything. Suddenly, he heard twigs snap somewhere behind him, so of course he followed them.
He was pushing aside branches and hurtling over roots toward the noise, which was continuing in front of him. The closer he got, the louder the noise got, and he could make out the sound of heavy footsteps in the leaves.
Finally, he got to a small patch of bloodstained grass and saw Carol herself standing there and facing him. "Shoot me if you have to. I think I made the impression I needed on Beth."
This remark made him so mad, he wanted to shoot her, and not to kill her either. He wanted her to feel whatever Beth had felt. "Where'd you leave her?"
He turned around, looking for her but she wasn't there. Carol stood there, a wild smile spread across her face. Her hair was wispy and she looked like she had lost it. "Hurry. She'll bleed out before she wakes up. I told you she was wea-"
Carol had started talking but he shot her in the knee and she let out a large cry of pain. "WHERE'S BETH?!" He was yelling- no screaming at her, and he lunged at her to search for his knife so he could-
Out from behind where Carol was lying, through the trees, he could make out the clearing. They had run in circles while she was chasing Carol, so he was right back to the edge of the woods from the house.
He ran through the trees to see if he had just seen what he thought he had: out in the middle of the clearing, stumbling through toward the house with her blonde hair shining in the afternoon sun, was a wearily walking, moaning Beth Greene. And it looked as if she was a walker; blood was all over her shirt and her arm was bleeding still, her face was bruised and she seemed to be walking aimlessly.
"NOOO!" He ran as fast as he could through the tall, thick meadow grass straight toward her, and to his surprise, Beth crumpled to the ground and didn't move.
He picked her up, held her to his chest, and ran toward the house. He didn't notice what was carved into her arm either, and didn't think to look as he ran straight through the front door.
In the living room, he pushed Michonne and Rick down from the couch, and put Beth onto it. Her arm was bleeding even more, and her face was so white that the bruises on her eyes and lip were like large purple circles that seemed to swallow her once-beautiful face.
Rick looked up at him and Beth, shook awake Michonne, and threw up on the rug before helping them.
He was so hungover that he couldn't walk straight, but he went to go get a towel from the kitchen and brought it back without saying anything while they cleaned up Beth.
Daryl could just make out the words on Beth's arm, but when he wiped away the blood long enough to read it, he could see what it was clearly. It was carved into her skin in tiny letters over and over again, but the last time it was written was very large and deep:
WEAK DOESN'T SURVIVE AND YOU ARE WEAK BETH
Author's Note: * PLEASE READ THIS*
Hey! Okay, so I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I was a little bit over the top with the warning, it wasn't bad at all but I really don't want people bothering me about it so I did it. Okay, so if you were going to comment about how dark that was (" OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO DARK AND SCARY WHY WOULD YOU EVER WRITE ABOUT THAT ") here's why I wrote it: I watched Harry Potter 7 pt. 1 (idk why) last night while I was writing, and Bellatrix cuts into Hermione's arm and writes words so I thought this would be cool. I was writing the sixth chapter during that scene, so I carried it into this. This is weird, I know, but I'm excited to see what my mind makes of it next because I have noooo idea. :) Sorry for this, hope you don't hate me!
