Break Down
Daryl marked off another day in Beth's journal, marking the end of the fifth month she'd been missing. He sighed and closed the book, putting it back in his bag. He was starting to lose hope that they'd find her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it, you could only last so long out there by yourself and he had no idea who'd taken her to begin with. He sighed and rubbed his face, leaning back against the tree he was resting against. His chest hurt every time he thought about her, he missed her so damn much.
"Daryl!" Glenn called. There was some kind of commotion going on. Daryl quickly got up and grabbed his crossbow, aiming as he walked, ready to kill anyone or anything. "Daryl!" He walked around the trucks and stopped dead in his tracks. Her storm blue eyes locked on him. He dropped the crossbow, tears welling up in his eyes and he didn't even care that everyone was staring at him as they started to fall. She looked like hell, but she was alive.
He hit his knees as she ran to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzled her belly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and fisted her hands in his hair. "I missed you so much," he told her.
She smiled a little, kissing his head. "I told you so."