Waiting on Superman
Tears streamed down her eyes as Zach pressed closer to her in the showers. She'd been down there to wash up a little bit, but he'd cornered her, quickly covering her mouth so she couldn't scream for help, not that anyone would hear her anyways. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to do this. He didn't care though. He turned her around violently, slamming her into the wall, pulling her hands behind her back and forcing them to stay there with a bit of cord he'd found. "I'm sick of you teasing me, Beth," he growled into her ear, pressing his body closer against hers, pulling her knife from her belt. "It's about time you give me what I want."
"Zach, please," she begged, trying to push him off of her.
"Shut the fuck up." He cut her shirt and bra off of her, letting them fall to the cold floor. Beth sobbed as he started to pull her jeans down her legs. She whimpered once he'd fully pulled all of her clothes off. She was praying that someone would come find them, hoping against hope. She heard Zach pull his belt free and she shivered against the wall, trying to shrink into it. This wasn't happening.
"Son of a bitch." They both froze when they heard Daryl's angry voice. Beth's head snapped around and looked at him, tears falling from her eyes. He growled and walked forward, grabbing Zach and putting him in a choke hold with his arms behind his back. He looked up at Beth, his eyes intense. "I'll be right back." Beth nodded her head and listened to Daryl drag Zach out, yelling for Rick and Glenn. She shut her eyes tight and crouched low on the ground, trying to curl into a ball without the use of her hands as she sobbed. "Beth…" Daryl slowly walked in his hands up as he looked at her. She just swallowed hard and nodded her head. He crouched behind her and cut the cord around her wrists before quickly pulling his shirt off and helping her slip it on. "Did he hurt you?" he asked softly.
Beth shook her head and wiped her face, trying to regain control of her emotions that were running haywire. Daryl scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the showers, leaving her ruined clothes behind. She was suddenly grateful she was so small and Daryl's shirt covered everything. He carried her up to his cell. "Where's Zach?" she asked as he lay her down on his bed.
"Rick and Glenn are dealing with him." He knelt beside her on the ground and looked her over. "I'll go get you some clothes."
Beth's hand shot out and she grabbed his hand. "Not yet, please…I… I don't want to be alone." Daryl nodded his head and sat on the bed beside her. They just sat there for hours. "Thank you," she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder.
Daryl slipped an arm around her waist and rested his head atop hers. "Always."