CHAPTER TWELVE
Daryl's POV

I stared at the fire, Kyra's pocket watch in my fist, arms crossed. Beth was moaning about survivors, but I paid no attention to her.

Kyra...

When I got back to the truck, there was a dead girl and I instantly thought it was her. But I came to and realized it was someone else, someone neither Beth or me knew.

I checked the truck and Kyra's bag and the map was gone, so I assumed she was alive. For now.

But I didn't know if she was alone or not. Kyra wouldn't last alone. Beth kept telling me to be positive, but I needed to know if she was ok.

I should have left her with the stupid pocket watch. She hated not knowing dates and time. She felt like we lost all connection with the old world when she couldn't tell if it was Monday or Sunday. And I forgot to give her back her damn time piece.

We should have never went back to the prison. And I should have just turned around and left when Kyra said that she wanted to go back. I should have known something would have happened.

I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to hold her hand and be there to protect her. I wanted us to lay on the couch of some forgotten house, her head on my chest, and as she asked me if everything was ok, I could tell her yes and hug her the weird way she liked it. I wanted to kiss her neck and brush back her short hair.

I wish that I would have told her I loved her before I left. I didn't tell her often. I just wasn't the type of guy to use my words. But I should have. She would have wanted to hear it. And now who knows if I'll ever get to tell her that again.

In all honesty, I needed to get some serious sleep. But I didn't trust sleeping out here. I had barely gotten any last night.

"Daryl, are you even listening to me?"

My head slowly moved up, my eyes daring her to be a bitch. I nodded slowly, lips pursed. Beth knew she wasn't my favorite person.

"Anyway, we need to find them. You're a tracker, tomorrow morning you can start tracking people. I can find Maggie and..."

I ignored her again, trying not to cuss her out. Little bitch was worried about her sister when I didn't know if my wife was alive or not.

"... and we're not the only survivors, Daryl. There's other people. Tyreese, Rick, Carl, probably even Glenn-"

"Could you shut the fuck up?" I interrupted her, scowling at her, my grip tightening on the pocket watch.

"I... I'm sorry..." she looked confused and my gaze dropped back to the small fire.

I needed a game plan. I could go back to the truck and try to track her from there, try and find out where she was. But I don't even remember if she was wearing her shoes or her slipper things. Or if she had her gun. I noticed one of mine was missing, but the hand gun I gave her on her first raid was back at the house with Tray, I was pretty sure...

I could also head back to that house. I had told her to go there if we got separated, and we did. So maybe she was heading there now and I was wasting my time with Beth.

God, Kyra was going to kill me when she found out that I was helping Beth. They weren't exactly favorites right now.

Beth stood up, bringing me back to reality. I wondered what she was doing but then she came over and sat beside me, too close for my comfort.

"She's alive, Daryl," she laid her hand on mine and I jerked it back, standing. She stared up at me with her stupid doe eyes and all I seen was red.

"How the fuck do you know, Beth? While I'm out here stuck with you, she's probably all alone. So don't fucking tell me she's alive, ok? And keep your hands off me," I grabbed my bow and moved to the other side of the fire, awkwardly laying down on the ground. She stared at me and I didn't have the guts to stare back.

"You have first watch this time," I mumbled, hoping Kyra and the baby were ok.

I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept the night before either. I was listening to everything and I couldn't stop thinking about Kyra.

I just hoped that maybe she had someone. Even if it was Tyreese or Carol... No. Not Carol. God knows what she would do.

"Hey, Beth..." I leaned up, looking at her holding my knife, looking like a little kid. It was crazy that her and Kyra were the same age. But at the same time, it wasn't.

Beth looked at me and I could see how pissed off she was at me, chin tilted, stretching out her neck, her mouth tight.

"What?"

"You don't think she... Carol?" was all I could get out.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she put a thinking face on. I had to look down. She reminded me a lot of Kyra and I wasn't going to go there.

"You know... I wouldn't think so..." she said thoughtfully, looking at the stars. "I haven't seen Carol in a few days, so..." she shrugged, frowning down at me.

I nodded.

"Good... Wake me up if you hear anything..."

"Will do," she sighed.

She probably wasn't used to having the responsibility of being a lookout. But I wasn't about to wait on her hand and foot. I needed some sleep too.

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hey! So, sorry for the short chapter... But I fixed Chapter Ten and it's completely different. So, if you want to go back and read that, you can. :)