Archer's Angel
Daryl didnt know how long he had been on his knees, didn't know if he was going crazy. He was seeing things. Maybe he had been out here too long. Hell, they all had. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shake his vision back into focus. As he attempted to make sense of this crazy mirage his hearing finally decided to cooperate as he heard a man yelling in a terrified voice. "I said son, are you good people? I don't want to kill you, now you hear me? Do you hear me? I got to get this girl help. Either speak or I shove this staff through your heart there!" Daryl looked up at this man, covered in blood and ready to strike. But that's not why he couldn't seem to form an answer- the girl. It was her. Beth lay on a homemade cot in a makeshift wheelbarrow. He shook his head again, meeting the mans intense stare. "It can't be. It, its her. But I saw her go down. She was shot. She-" Morgan stopped Daryls words, looking just as freaked out about meeting this man who at the moment looked defeated. "Wait, wait. Son are you Daryl? Um uh Dixon?" Daryl felt faint. How is this happening? And worst of all, he left her alone-and alive. "Son I need you to focus. I have to help her. We don't have time for this. Ill explain it on the way," Daryl couldnt form a word to save his life. He knew finding her as a walker would kill him, but this? He didn't know How to feel anything but numb.
After miles of silence, Daryl still hadn't looked in her direction. He didn't want this to be a dream. But he also couldn't deal knowing he left her- they left her. Alive. " She talks about you a lot. Has since I found her. Sweet girl. Tough girl," Morgan kept his gaze forward but smiled at how tough she really was. Daryl finally smiled a halfsmile, remembering how far she had come since the farm. "How? I still don't get it. I carried her in my arms. She was lifeless after that bitch cop shot her," He hung his head, trying to avoid having those memories flood his brain. "I found her being held captive by some garbage looking folks. She looked worse for wear, confused. I got her out then she told me bout the gunshot, her rehab with some doc at Grady. Boy the doc there pulled some miracles. At first she had speech problems, coordination was off. Often struggled to find words, but months and months she said, working towards her rehabilitation. Girl wouldn't give up. Stubborn thang. I figured that one out quickly" Morgan laughed, Daryl smiled. His girl. She fought so hard. And he wasn't there. "But she regained it all. Constantly sang, talked about you and how you saved her. Wrote in that damn journal just because she worked diligently to grasp the coordination to hold a pen again. And she did. She always defeated, ways overcame. To me she was a sign, one of hope in this fucked up world. She made me a believer again. All I wanted to do before her was kill. I cleared. I was a sick man. My brain jus succumbed to the horrors of the dead rising and taking all that I cared for, away from me." Morgans face showed his pain, his journey and losses. "Let me guess, she taught you there are still good people," Daryl could actually hear her voice resonate through his brain, making all those memories bubble to the top. Morgan immediately laughed and shook his head in agreement. "So what happened after? I mean why is she like this now?" Daryl had yet to pull strength to look upon her face, but he was trying. "We tried to find shelter in a store. She wasn't payin no 'ttention and a walker fell onto her and a glass case broke her fall. She be ok, but needs stitches. A lot of em. I gotta get her back to that doc she talked 'bout." Morgan picked up the pace, seeing a road sign with a large H on it. Daryl watched his feet as they continued on. He hadnt been there to protect her, it was his fault she experienced all the painful terrors. "She talk about anyone else? Our family?" Daryl asked, noticing Morgan's confused look. "Naw, made it seem like it was just you and her ," Daryl was happy she talked highly of him, but hoped she hadn't forgot them all. Although they made him leave her body. And no-one wanted to go back. Maybe she could sense that. "We got a big group. Her sister, Rick.."Daryl barely got his name out and morgan stopped in his tracks. "What did you say? Rick? Grimes?" Daryl looked confused but as they connected all the dots both were amazed at their luck. "See Daryl, this girl is special." "I know." Daryl said, finally looking back to see that golden hair move with the breeze and a few strands that kissed her face. She really was an angel, only now, one that could walk the earth with a broken archer.