CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Michonne's POV
I had already warned Beth today about making Kyra uncomfortable. Kyra knew something about her. She had ran away with Rick, had Rick said something? Or was this jealousy from when Daryl told her that Beth tried to make a move on him?
Either way, Kyra was no longer Beth's friend like she used to be. Her trying to claw Beth's eyes out was enough proof of that. I already told Morgan not to let them be alone together. They'd try to kill each other.
And, in my own opinion, Kyra would win. Beth may not be innocent, but she still had innocence. If that makes sense. Kyra had killed her biggest enemy, the guy she blamed for being an orphan. Even though she says she didn't kill him, he was shot twice in the chest with no medical help. He either died from the wounds she inflicted or a walker got him. The Governor was dead at her hands. She knew that. But she wouldn't admit it.
Beth had barely killed any walkers. Kyra was a real survivor now. Nobody doubted that anymore. Only she did. Because she didn't want to admit she had become part of this dirty, scum world. She wanted to remain innocent from it. But she wasn't.
And if it came to it, she would kill Beth. Or seriously harm her. Which ever one she needed to use to get her to leave her and Daryl alone. Because, although she didn't admit it, she used her survival skills.
Daryl and I were doing a quick patrol, Kyra was helping Morgan with some clothes, and Tray and Raul took Beth on a raid with them. Just to get her away from the wrath of Pregnant Kyra.
We hadn't talked yet, but I planned on telling Daryl to be careful with Kyra. She wasn't exactly concrete solid yet.
I looked over at him, scanning the tree line. I sighed loudly and he looked over at me.
"Something wrong?" he grunted, not looking at me. This was my time to jump.
"You know she's not stable."
"I know."
"So be careful."
He turned to look at me.
"What do you mean?" he asked, lowering his bow and stopping in his tracks. I stopped too, a hand on my hip.
"Just... Don't lie to her or anything. If you and Beth happened to do some thing, come clean."
"We didn't do nothin'. Jesus Christ, everyone seems to think we jumped each other. Well we didn't," he shot me a look and I shook my head.
"Don't hurt her, Daryl," I warned, my voice soft. His eyes completely widened, looking like I had back handed him. I'm pretty sure I just crossed a line and I know I shouldn't dabble in other peoples relationships. But someone needed to tell him to wake up. And I'll be damned if I let anyone else here do so.
"I would never hurt her, Michonne!"
"You're hurting her now," I retorted calmly, my gaze fixed on his. I wouldn't let him try and intimidate me.
He looked shocked or stunned or pissed. I didn't know. Daryl was hard to read.
"How?"
I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. How did he not get it?
"She's so hurt Daryl. She thought that she lost you. Not for a few weeks. But completely lost you. Do you know what that did to her? You weren't there to see her lose hope! It was terrifying! I knew that I wouldn't be able to bring her back from depression if she sunk into it. And she damn near did!" I tried to explain, but I don't think he would really understand unless he saw her like that. It would hurt him more than it hurt her.
"But she's ok now. I'm back." he said it more like a question than anything. He was unsure himself. He noticed she was different too. He was blind or stupid.
"She's not ok!" I nearly yelled, having to calm myself down. "Daryl, she's gone through a lot in the past month. It would really be a miracle if the stress... If it.." I couldn't finish my sentence and I swallowed hard, looking up at him, willing for him to understand what I was trying to say. I didn't want to have to say it.
"If what?" he asked.
"If the baby survives, Daryl," I whispered softly, like they were forbidden words. Like Ron Weasley whispering the name 'Voldemort.'
When Daryl looked like he had been slapped, and he looked like he was ready to slap me at the same time, I decided to jump in and explain myself.
"Last time she lost the baby, she was at four months, she was under a great deal of stress, and she miscarried. The same exact thing is happening to her now. Daryl, she needs you to be there for her." I paused and his anger slowly melted away. Maybe. He still didn't say anything. His eyes continually searched the ground.
"I'm not saying you did or didn't do anything with Beth Greene while you were away. But, if you did... Come clean to Kyra. Don't lie to her and let her find out from Beth..."
He looked up at me then and shook his head. The denial and anger curtain once again stood in front of his emotions. He wouldn't let me in. Why did he do this?
"My baby's gonna be fine, Kyra's gonna be fine, and I'm gonna be fine. Nothin's gonna happen."
And with that, he turned around and walked off.
I frowned and followed him, hoping he didn't hate me.
But that night I watched him walk into the kitchen and put his arm around Kyra, watched him kiss her neck when he thought no one was looking. And I watched her smile; seen her as she beamed at the man she loved. She loved to look at him when he wasn't looking; when he was taking with someone else or studying a situation. She looked so amazed and my heart broke.
Please, Daryl, I said to myself, Please don't hurt her again. Heal her broken.
