Blind
Daryl growled as Beth gently took his hands and guided him to his vest. "I fuckin' hate this," he muttered. "Ya'll should'a let me die."
Beth huffed and slapped his shoulder. "Daryl Dixon don't you ever say that again." She watched him pull his vest on before she took his hand again and gently led him out of the tent. "You're blind, not bitten." She led him over to the fire where breakfast was waiting. Thanks to Beth, they were the only ones there. Daryl grumbled as they sat down and Beth put a plate in his hand. "I'm going to help you, you'd be surprised what blind people are capable of."
"Won't be able to shoot anymore. I'm useless."
He was breaking her heart and she had to force back tears. "Daryl, stop," she begged, unable to hide the hurt in her voice. "Please." He sighed but didn't say anything as he ate. Beth looked at her lap, picking at her food. Her appetite gone. They'd almost lost Daryl. They hadn't know it was there, the chemicals, but when they rounded the corner, the men from Terminus had gotten Daryl with them, right in the eyes. He'd slowly lost his sight and now he couldn't see anything anymore. She hated it as much as he did.
Once they were finished eating she helped him around camp, helping him memorize where things were. When he ran into a truck for the third time he swore and sat down. "Daryl, it's alright, it's going to take time."
"The fuck it is." He looked up at her even though he couldn't see her. "This is fuckin' pointless, ya'll might as well lead me out to the woods and leave me for the damn walkers." He glared back at the ground. "It's what you do with an animal that ain't no good anymore."
Beth couldn't fight the tears anymore as her heart broke. Why couldn't he realize what he was doing to her? "You wanna die? Fine." She threw a knife down onto his lap. "Go fuckin' kill yourself but don't ask me to watch or sit here and listen to this." She shook her head and walked off, finding the most secluded spot in camp she could. She pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her head in them. She loved Daryl, and he knew that, he knew how much she cared about him, but if none of that mattered to him, then why should it matter to her?
She was there for a good three hours before she saw Maggie and Glenn leading Daryl over. She glared at the ground as he sat down beside her and they walked off. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it's not your fault."
Beth looked at him. "That has nothing to do with it. I thought you were going to die and it ripped me apart. Now I have to listen to you say that shit every ten minutes. Daryl, it's killing me."
He reached out, pulling her into him. "I'm not goin' anywhere." He kissed her hair and held her close. "I'm sorry." Beth sighed and nodded her head a little bit. She was still furious with him. "I love you."
She kissed his jaw. "I love you too, idiot."