Daryl sat in the trunk of the car with Beth, his crossbow pointed at the small space that gave them the tiniest of views to the outside. Neither one of them were talking, they were simply sitting there, waiting for the herd to pass.
He was so tired, and god, he missed her.
He had been angry at Rick, so angry at what he had done to Carol, letting her go off on her own. And now, everything was terrible, everything was gone, and it was him and Beth and not only did he not have Carol, but he didn't have Rick.
How had it come to this? This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to live in that prison until they died of old age, and that's it.
Carol had done something that she thought was right. Hell, once upon a time, Daryl thought it was right. He said it from day one, zero tolerance for walkers, and Karen and David were dying. Carol was trying to help, in her own way.
It reminded him of himself.
But they had both changed, the world though, didn't.
And now he was stuck in a car with Beth, who he had to protect, because Jesus Christ, if he couldn't protect the one person he had left, what the fuck was the point of anything?
He only hoped that things would get better.
Maybe Carol would find him.