A Dream or a Nightmare
He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, maybe everything he remembered was a dream. Nothing made sense anymore. People were walking in the streets, living normal lives, driving cars, shopping, kids were running around playing. He was confused, out of place. He felt around in his pockets, found a wallet full of cash, a small baggie with some joints, bike keys, and a pack of smokes.
He pulled a cigarette out and lit it, inhaling the sweet flavor and looked around, exhaling slowly. Nothing was really making sense. The world was back to normal, there weren't any walkers running around trying to kill people. Maybe that whole world had been one bad head trip, just a bad dream. Hell if she knew. If things were back to normal, he could live with that. He looked around for his bike, planning on heading home to find Merle.
That's when he saw her. Her blonde hair around her shoulders, her storm blue eyes looking over at him before she turned and looked away. He walked over to her; he hadn't thought he'd see her. "Beth?"
She stopped and looked at him. "Yeah?"
He saw it in her eyes; she didn't know who he was. "Beth, it's me, Daryl."
She shook her head. "I'm sorry…have we met?"
He shook his head a little and stepped back. "No, my mistake…" He turned and walked away, staring at the ground. What the hell? She didn't remember him, didn't know who he was. How could he live in a world where she didn't know who he was?
He turned, hearing the groans of the walker. "Fuck," He reached for his knife but it wasn't there, his crossbow wasn't there. The walker attacked him, pinning him to the ground. Daryl screamed when he felt the teeth sinking into his neck, ripping flesh and spilling blood.
Daryl jackknifed in bed, panting, sweaty, looking around. He heard the groan from the walker outside and looked around. He was back in his tent, back at camp; Beth was curled up next to him, her arms around him. He huffed a breath and slowly laid back down, scrubbing his hands over his face. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily.
"Bad dream," he whispered. "Rick, you got it?" he called out hearing him outside.
"Yeah, it's just one, I got it."
Daryl nodded and pulled Beth into his arms, burying his head into her neck. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, still half asleep. "You sure you're okay?" she asked.
"I got you, I'm good." He kissed her shoulder, closing his eyes. He'd rather live in a world with walkers then live in a world where he didn't have Beth.