A/N: I had time to get this chapter out for y'all.

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Wrong About You

Chapter 9

Daryl-

"Daryl!" Maggie slung tha door ta tha guard tower open, "Daryl, have you seen Beth?"

What tha hell kinda question is that? She knows I ain't seen 'er.

"If you've seen her, we need to know."

"I ain't fuckin' seen 'er."

"Shit," she rubbed 'er face, "Daryl, Beth's gone."

I stood up, "What tha fuck ya mean 'gone'?"

"She's gone. No one's seen her in two days. We thought she was in her cell like she has been but she's not."

"Fuck," I started pacin'.

"Daryl, I know what she did was fucked up but we need your help. She's pregnant."

"If y'all are so fuckin' worried 'bout 'er ya need ta get Rick ta look for 'er. She ain't my problem no more, she's his."

"Rick's been down in the tombs lookin' for her. You do know the baby could be yours, right?"

Fuck.

"Aight, let's go."

Ever'one was goin' crazy inside tha prison.

We've searched ever' inch of this place we could but ain't found nothin'.

I ain't gon' admit it ta no one but I'm worried 'bout 'er.

I've looked 'round tha fence an' in tha woods nearby but I ain't seen anythin' an' it don't help that it's been rainin'.

If she did go outside tha fence, it don't matter none. We wouldn't be able ta find 'er. She's as good as dead.

Beth-

I never realized how scary things are until I came out here.

It's not like before all this when I would go into the woods alone. I wasn't scared then, I wasn't pregnant and I sure as hell wasn't prayin' it would all end soon.

This was the only way I could think of to fix the situation.

I couldn't cut my wrist and have everyone see that. I couldn't take the risk of doin' anythin' at the prison and have them put me down.

No, I needed to be alone for whatever I do. Alone and far enough away from the prison that I won't wander back there as a walker.

I'm not sayin' I'm gonna do anythin' but I know my chances out here alone ain't good.

Rick-

No, no, no!

She's gone. She's fuckin' gone.

After we looked for Beth, I went down to the boiler room again. I couldn't be around everyone. It's my fault she's gone.

"Shit, Rick. You really fucked up good," Shane laughed.

"Now, you see why it was so easy for me and Lori? Do you see why you and Beth couldn't pull it off? She's too innocent, well, she was," he laughed, "and you, always tryin' to do the right thing. What was it this time? Were you tryin' to make her feel better or were you tryin' to make yourself feel better?"

I slid down the wall and put my head in my hands.

"You probably didn't even think about her or that dumbass redneck, did ya? You just wanted to feel somethin', huh? Ain't that much different from what me and Lori did except that I was willin' to fight for Lori, I was willin' to kill for her."

I rubbed my eyes, tryin' to make him go away but he wouldn't.

"C'mon man, you ain't cut out for this world. You should be the one out there instead of Beth. Better yet, why don't you go see Daryl. I'm sure he'd like to get in a few more hits," he laughed again, "you ain't got the balls to stand up to him, do ya?"

"It ain't like that!" I lunged at him with my knife but I ended up landin' on a table.

Shane was laughin' again and leaned up against the wall where I had been sittin'.

"Rick, you couldn't kill me before and you can't do it now. Maybe you should get Carl to come put me down."

I went after him again and plunged my knife into his stomach and looked him in eyes.

"I'm nothin' like you, Shane!"

I pulled my knife out and took a step back but it wasn't Shane I was seein' anymore.

"Oh God, no. No, no, Lori!"

I knelt down but she disappeared.

I jumped up when I heard the door open.

"Lori?"

"Hell naw."

Daryl was standin' there with his crossbow aimed at me.

"'Bout time you an' me have us a lil' talk, don't ya think?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

He dropped his crossbow and grabbed my shirt collar as he threw me against the wall.

"Why Beth?"

"I...I don't know."

"Ya don't know? Ya knew how I felt 'bout 'er. Ya fuckin' knew!" He threw a punch that felt like it broke my jaw.

"I'm not gonna fight you, Daryl. I admit I fucked up. I shouldn't have. Just do whatever you have to."

"Why? So ya ain't gotta see what ya did? So I have ta live knowin' I killed ya? Naw man, that shit ain't gon' happen. She's gone an' you an' me are gon' go look for 'er. But if she's fuckin' dead, it's on you!" he growled and threw another punch.

Beth-

I was so exhausted and cold from the rain that I collapsed against a tree and curled into a ball.

I had to keep tellin' myself that what I was doin' was for the best. I wasn't gonna put the blame on anyone but myself.

I must've been asleep for awhile but it didn't seem like it helped much. I had to keep movin'.

I'm not sure how long I had been walkin' when I heard a twig snap behind me.

I took off runnin'. I didn't want to wait to find out if it was an animal or a walker. I was too weak to run very fast but I tried anyway.

I could hear the footsteps of someone runnin' behind me and then I heard the moans.

There was a herd of walkers and I was headed straight for them.

When suddenly a hand covered my mouth.