Through the Door
Beth sighed, resting her head against the wooden door, Judith in her arms, asleep, while the other kids ran around, trying to find some way to keep themselves entertained in the second of the prison they were sealed off in. Beth didn't mind staying with them, someone needed to, and honestly, watching them helped her forget what was going on sometimes. There was a knock on the other side of the door. "Beth?" She smiled a little hearing Daryl's voice.
"Yeah?" she called back.
"Bout to go on a run," he said. She heard him lean against the door, sliding down it until he was sitting on the floor like she was. She wished she could feel him. "You alright in there?" he asked.
"Yeah, we're all okay. Judith is teething so that's fun," she sighed. She rested her head back again and turned it a little. "Be safe, okay?"
"Always. I'll be back before you know it. Once we get our people healed we'll get you outta there."
"Wanna hug you," she whispered, not even sure he could hear her through the crack in her voice as tears stung her eyes.
"Me too baby."