Hello dears, I know it's been a little while since the las time I updated, being honest I had some troubles arranging the story and also got distracted by writing small prompts.

Here I present you a chapter of Beth and Daryl having their own sufferings for each other.

Once again I want to thank you for taking the time to read and comment my work. I'll be checking on your reviews and suggestions, any kind of comment you want to express.

Well, hope you enjoy it.

;D


"I'm not gonna leave you" Beth yelled from upstairs, who now was out of Daryl's sight. Walkers ran the house like a tide, filling every space inside. Daryl fought the panic of leaving Beth behind as three walkers stumbled over him, making him fall to the hardwood floor. With his hunting knife he pierced the skulls of each walker over him and stood up again, searching for Beth who now was screaming intensley from some point usptairs.

"Beth, where are you?" Desperation was consuming him, his heart beating fast inside his chest as he prayed to God to keep her safe, even if he had to give his own life. One by one walkers were falling to the ground, skulls pierced and dead once for all. The only thing that broke the silence in the house were the goosebumping screams of Beth.

"No...no, please don't...!"

"Beth, hold on!" He ran upstairs kicking every door closed, his crossbow aimed. The shrieks continued, every time sounding louder and more and more desperate and hurting. This time, they came from downstairs. In just three seconds Daryl made it to the first floor, jumping from half the stairs, landing on his knees. He kept his crossbow raised, ready to shoot at any walker or other threat on Beth who kept screaming in pain, but Beth didn't show up, and this time she could be heard from any point of the house as loud as clear. Her sobbings, her cryings, her pleadings and 'no's were driving him mad.

Daryl fell to the floor dropping his crossbow, running both hands through his hair. He also screamed but his voice was muted as if someone used a remote. Suddenly the screams ceased and a heavy silence swamped inside the house. The corpses of the walkers turned into ashes in front of his eyes and vanished into the air. The cracks of Daryl's weight over the wooden floor echoed in his own mind. Beth started screaming again, this time it was from outisde.

Daryl ran towards the front door, twisting the knob with all the force he had in his body but didn't open. He dragged a chair to smash it agaist the window glass but it was too damn heavy to lift it up. He looked through the glass and saw her struggling against two men who were pulling her from her wrists, fisting her hair in their hands as her tears trails glowed like silver threads over her face.

The two men pulled Beth inside the car and sped up, Daryl's world falling apart. It' couldn't be real. Now that he has finally found a light at the end of the tunnel, now when he was saved from damnation by that sweet angel, those bastards took her away from him. He tried everything to open the door, kicks, thrusts, even scratching the wood but nothing worked. Desperation materialized in his throat, striking his breath with a cold hard knot. He emptied his lungs trying to scream, trying to call her name, at least hear it from his own voice but it was useless. Slowly his body stiffened, falling motionless to the ground, head looking to the ceiling and his arms straight and heavy. The dim light from the house faded into darkness as he tried to open his eyes but something heavier was over his body forcing him to stay still, just as if being inside a coffin. It was death overtaking him, fear consuming him as he still was able to listen to Beth shrieking and two thick teardrops fell free from his eyes shut.


Beth had been walking for hours under the sun, her lips cracked and dried resenting her dehydration. The road was empty, not even a single car at sight where to rest a bit or scavenge to find anything useful or somethin to eat. She stopped from time to time, leaning against the hard bark of a pine tree but she knew she had to go on, even when she hadn't had a single bite of anything in the past few days. She escaped easily from those men who used her in the worst ways possible, and she preferred to starve to death than letting herself being caught again by those fuckers.

She was stil learning how to hunt, but she had nothing to use as a hunting weapon, and with her knife couldn't do any miracle for her than just cutting roots, or in the worst cases fight againts a wild animal and gut it to have meat but she knew she wasn't strong enough to fight a bear or a bobcat.

The road shifted abruptly as she kept walking, going down a curve ahead of the road. She passed the curve and far away rested a small white house she recognized immediately: the farm. Aparently that herd of walkers passed by and left quickly because she saw not a single living dead wandering the surrounds. She ran, using the last saving of her strength to reach nearer her home. The punishing heat of the sun placed heavy on her shoulders, making her lose the last drops of water she had in her body running down her temples. Her heart stopped when she saw a figure in the middle of the road. It could be a walker or a living person. Either way, she gripped her knife and walked slowly toward the unknown man, prepared to attack. The proximity made everything clear now. It was Daryl walking towards her. She knew it was him for his way of walking, how he swayed his broad shoulders and fixed his hunting gaze straight to the road. She loosed her grip from the knife and ran to him, happiness streaming inside her veins when two hands pulled her from behind. She waved her arms but the man behind her held them against her back. She screamed, yelling at Daryl, asking for help.

"No...no, please don't...Daryl!"

She enterd in panick. Her breathing rushed inside her chest, her heart speeding fast risking to suddenly stop. Daryl was not too far, he could have listened to her, but Daryl didn't move or reacted to her screams. She shouted his name desperately, the only good thing to cling to in that moment.

Daryl looked to the road and she knew he saw her. He stopped and stared confused, as if he tried to recall on her face or what was going on in front of him.

"No, please, let me go, let me go, no!" The man behind Beth threw her on the road and fear started to grow inside her. It was him.

She turned her head to see Daryl but he seemed to not give a single damn about what was happening, standing still in the middle of the road with his sky-blue stare fixed in the nothingness. Beth cried, her tears rolling down her temples as the man started to cut cross-form wounds on her skin. She covered herself with her arms but she got injured anyways, small lines of blood streaming from the cuts. He grabbed her wrists and shook her slender frame "Beth...Beth!"


Lights faded out completely. He snapped his eyes open, his whole body covered in sweat as he jumped out of the bed. His mind came down slowly from the twisted nightmare he had but his body was still jerking and spinning trying to focus on reality. He jerked his head to his side, listening Maggie from the room next door calming Beth down.

When she opened her eyes, Maggie was the one holding her from her wrists, rubbing her wet face with her motherly hands. "Shh, Beth, sweetheart, it's just a nightmare, shh...relax...it's over, now." Her cryings not only woke up Daryl but the others sleeping in the rooms of Silvershell. Everybody stood at the door of Beth's room, wondering what happened. Daryl made his way between Glenn and Carol who looked as concerned as he was. She gave him a look of shame, a look of fear. He could hear his own heart crack watching those sweet sky blue eyes welling tears of pain. She broke the connection between their eyes and buried her head on Maggie's chest, emptying her tears on her night gown.

"Beth..." he came closer, but out of the blue Beth hissed and curled herself in a small ball.

"Leave me alone!"

Maggie frowned at Daryl blaming him of Beth's sudden rejection, even when she didn't know for sure what he did to cause her sister back off.

Daryl wanted to stay, chase away any bad feeling and watch for her sleep. Beth crawled back to the wall, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of her.

"You too." She said to him, her voice broken. He turned back and went out of the room stepping loudly on the wooden floor.

Daryl stood awake the rest of the night. A couple of minutes later his heart twisted in pain as he listened her sobbings and cryings going on for hours. It was her very first night with her family after being lost for months, and she was still haunted by her past demons. He couldn't permit to have some sleep until the girl next door began to have a better life free of nightmares and suffering. Beth didn't want to sleep either, she trembled in sweat, her whole body covered in blankets that worked as a temporal shield against the real world.

The velvet dark of the night began to fade into navy blue, announcing the rising of a new sun. Daryl got up from bed and grabbed his flannel and pants, put on his boots and went out to hunt, the only thing he used to do to distract himself and get busy at the same time. Beth's eyes started to close at the first sunrays. The warmth of that spring morning lulled her and made her feel drowsy, falling on a deep sleep like a thin feather swinging in the wind and falling over the ground.