CHAPTER 3

Daryl's POV

This morning was weird. In tons of ways. I woke up to the sound of walkers and realizing we were strapped. Thanks to Miss Greene's amazing idea! And then she gets up, no pants on! Just a long shirt and underwear. That was an even bigger surprise. Her legs were so long. They were pale and looked delicate but had some muscle, probably from running around. I couldn't help it, I just stared at her legs. The only thing I was glad for, was that she didn't notice my hips shift away. She wasn't the only thing to wake up. I'm not proud of it, but my little friend wanted those legs. Well, he wanted her frilly pink underwear, actually.

I was glad, and disappointed when she jumped back in the sleeping bag. I wouldn't of minded a couple more seconds of those gorgeous legs, but I was glad because she was Beth! She was only eighteen, she just saw her father's head being chopped off a couple weeks ago, and her father was Hershel. It wasn't right, I was old enough to be her father. I knew it wasn't right, so I had pushed the image of her to the back of my mind, where I'd hopefully forget it. I had acting like a school girl with a crush! Ugh, it was actually pretty gross. Beth is also a Georgia peach! No way she'd go for a scarred, baggage filled redneck!

As we ran, I squinted at our surroundings. We didn't need to be seeing anymore walkers, or even worse, actual living people who were dickheads. We didn't need anymore enemies at the moment. So once we got to a small clearing, he pushed Beth behind him, looking around for either walkers or people. I didn't see any, but I still didn't like it. I had been on edge ever sense the prison went down. I hated seeing people or shadows or anything that could be a person, good or bad. Good people didn't survive. Murderers, or anything on that line of dickwads actually survive in this world. They don't feel, they don't give a shit if they have to kill people to get what they want. A life.

But there were good people. They're were people like us. Like Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, Tyrese, Sasha, everyone in our group were amazing. Then there's me. A redneck given way to much credit for stupid shit I do! Like go on runs, kill a couple walkers, stupid stuff. I shouldn't be looked up to, as a brother, or leader or anything. I had given up on finding the governer. I shouldn't of. I could of saved our people, our prison!

I blinked away my thoughts. No time for the past. Only the present. So I slowly crept out of the trees, my hand out and telling Beth to stay put. She probably wouldn't, knowing that stubborn brat. I looked to my left, then my right. There was mlre trees to the left. Looked like a mix of oak and fern trees. Maybe a couple of evergreens too. To the right was what looked like a small farm or something. I was weary, I hated houses. They're could be people or walkers or both! I was way too skittish these days.

"Come on," I grumbled, not looking back. She knew I wasn't in the best of moods the past weeks, so I knew she'd just follow, hopefully without objection or even words. I hated talking. It was time wasting and just stupid. Well, I was use to being treated like shit, like my words didn't madder so I guess it explained my lack of words or need to speak or be heard.

I sprinted toward the house, making sure to check our surroundings multiple times, okay, maybe I little to much. But, better safe then sorry right? Anyway, I reached to house and knocked, waiting for people with guns or walkers ready to chew up our faces.

Neither came. I tried to door, and with a concerned facial expression, it opened without even the slightest bit of resistant. I cast a quick glance behind me, making sure Beth was still here. She was. So I swung open the door and jumped back.

"Fuck!" I screamed out, the two walkers charging at me. I went to grab my knife, and quickly swung it at walkers, who was just dead weight on my now. I looke up to see Beth's knife up to the hilt in his skull. I retreated back and then smashed into the other's skull, the blood spraying us both. I calmed and pushed them off me.

"Welcome," Beth muttered, walking into the house. I rolled my eyes but let a smirk play on my face. Beth had changed, and I hated this, but she was changing into someone who daryl would consider, his type, per say. She was cussing more, being a bit more bitchy, and well, less innocent. It kind of annoyed and made me feel like a perv to think that Beth was innocent. I was pretty sure she was, considering the way she had acted around Zach. She pushed him away sexually, but not fully away. I had seen her be fiesty, and now I couldn't help but replay the times I had witnessed it.

But seeing Beth with Ass Kicker was my favorite memories. She was always so good with the youngster. She was always able to calm her, feed her, and love her like her own. It was Beth's only real job, and I realized it. She wanted to feel like an adult. It was why she was changing. She was showing she wasn't a kid, she wasn't helpless. I snickered as I quickly entered the house, realizing how Beth could he attacke by a stray walker who didn't come to my knocking or the tussle we had. Though it was unlikely.

Author's Note:

Well, apparently using my phone to write gives me muse. I don't know, but here's another chapter! I hope Daryl wasn't too out of character. I tried to keep him like he's written, but I couldn't quite follow, I'm not the writers after all.

I'd like to thank, Bad Ass Blye! She was quick to give me a review and helped me put in a couple more paragraphs! So thank you!

Until Next Time

-Vix