I Run to You
Daryl grunted as he took another lead pipe to the ribs. They wanted him to talk, to give information on the group, on how many of them were still out there, but he refused. He was staring to become numb to the pain. He kept his eyes closed and he went back to that house, back to that table in the candle light, went back to her. They could do whatever they wanted to him, as long as he could run to her, even in his head, he was stronger than they would ever be. They said something to him, demanded an answer to a question, but he ignored them, going back to Beth. They were at the table and she had asked him what had changed his mind. This time, instead of just staring at her like an idiot, instead of wasting time, wasting a chance, he told her. Told her that it was her that had changed his mind, told her it was her that changed his world. She'd gotten up from her chair then. She'd walked over to him, straddled his hips, the candle light playing against her skin, coloring her white flesh in an orange glow. She'd wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They'd ignored the dog as he carried her to the counter and put her up on it. They'd stayed safe as he made love to her. Gareth could do whatever he wanted, he could beat him to death, he didn't care, not when he was with her.