Beth held tight to Daryl on the back of his bike. She had wanted to be a part of this grand plan of there's. Originally, Daryl had been greatly against her coming with them into this, but after a long time of convincing, he finally agreed. But only if she stayed with him the whole time. She gripped his middle and and rested her head on his shoulder. Other than the herd of walkers coming behind them, it seemed like a normal bike ride. She allowed herself to fantasise about how it would be like if they they were just on an afternoon bike ride.
What if they had been together before the apocalypse, she knew it was kind of a silly thought. If it weren't for the dead people walking around, they wouldn't be the way they were. But still, she let herself think. Fantasies could be whatever you wanted them to be. So she let herself think about them living on a quiet little farm. Daryl having his own little motorcycle prepare shop on the property. Her teaching at a kindergarten class. But she would take time off when she had their children.
Beth didn't know if she could tell Daryl, but she wanted to have kids with him. She had even thought about what they would look like. To think, a little girl with his ravenous brown hair and blue eyes. A little boy with her light coloured hair and shade of blue eyes. They would have cute little kids. She knew that she wanted at least two. Maybe three. A world without walkers. A world where they lived together in peace on a farm out in the country. That could be their life. If it weren't for these bastards.
But then, she allowed herself to think of something else for a minute. If they got these walkers away. Maybe they could have such a thing in Alexandria. Maybe they could have children there. It wasn't a farm, but she was sure that―if nothing else―they could share a house with just Maggie and Glenn. Then, all of their kids could grow up together. They'd be cousins, but the close kind of cousins and none of them would ever be alone.
"You zonin' out a bit back there?" Daryl asked, his hand on her hands.
"Hm?" she asked.
"Got ya yer mind somewhere else?" he asked.
"Yeah, a little bit," she snuggled closer into his shoulder. Kissing his neck.
"What 'bout?"
"You," she admitted, shyly. "Just that I love you," she added. She didn't want to tell him of her fantasy. She was kind of afraid of how he would react. She doubted that he actually wanted kids. And she knew, deep down, that this was a pipe dream. It wouldn't actually happen. You had to have hope. She could only hope that she and Daryl would one day have little blue eyed children.
A loud noise came from their left. It was like a siren. It drew the walkers from the road where they had been following behind the bike and the car. Something went over the walkie and Beth couldn't hear it. All Beth knew, was that this was not good.
Daryl did what manoeuvring he could from his end and after much struggle from most of the group, they got everything back on track. The four on the road had no idea what was going on with the rest of the larger group, but they stuck to their task. That was until Daryl went rouge. "What are you doing?" Beth asked. As he turned the bike away and started back towards what she had expected to be Alexandria. She knew Daryl. He wanted to save the group who was there.
Some of the walkers had broken off from the larger herd and went in the direction of the horn that was blaring. There had to be chaos going on there. But still, Beth had to ask Daryl of his intentions.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"We gotta save 'em, Beth. Best we can. We gotta."
"What about Sasha and Abraham? Without the roar of the bike, the walkers could veer off, or go for them," she countered.
"They'll be okay. There're more people back at home."
Home. Daryl just called Alexandria home. Beth wanted to smile in that moment, but she knew that it was inappropriate.
"But Daryl―"
"We gotta go," he stated.
After driving for a short while, Alexandria was within reach. It was only a few more miles before they would be there and she felt the nervousness start to build in her stomach. That was, before another voice came over the walkie talkie. She―somehow―knew it was Rick. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. She couldn't hear it, but Daryl could and with that, he turned the bike around once more. He took a route that confused her a little and before she knew it, they were back at the front of the herd. Leading them away.
With any luck, they would get all the walkers away―far away―and then, they could go back to Alexandria and if Beth hoped for it long enough, they could have a family. She wanted nothing more than to have a family with Daryl. That was what she had realised. She knew that would progress their relationship a lot, but in this world, the only thing you could do was live for the now. And that was what she wanted. Even if it was fast.
AN: I know I said that I want to stop with these sad excuses for short little chapters, but the problem is, I literally can't take this chapter any further or I will have nothing to write for a month. There are like two-ish chapters left before I have to wait until the show returns...
I would love to hit 100 reviews with this chapter!
On another note, I just realised how different the two Walking Dead stories I am working are. Holy crap. Beth and Sadie (my OC from "Pointless") are literally a different species from each other. They're like polar opposites and for me, writing from the two angles is interesting. Even if I relate a bit more to Sadie.