Daryl's P.O.V
I stare blankly at the necklace in my hand as I play with it, Gwen's necklace. I found it just outside the gates to the courtyard, covered in blood.
"We should do something. We should do something." Beth's voice pulls me from my deep thoughts "We aren't the only survivors. We can't be. Rick, Gwen, Michonne, they could be out here." My heart hurts when my wife's name comes out of Beth's mouth "Maggie and Glenn could have made it out of A block. They could've. You're a tracker. You can track. Come on. The sun will be up soon. If we head out now, we can- Fine. If you won't track, I will."
She gets up and storms away. In all honestly, I wasn't really listening after she said Gwen. She was shot. I saw her go down… She's dead. Doesn't explain how her necklace got all the way to the gates, unless someone ripped it off her neck. I pull myself off the ground, pocket the necklace, grab my crossbow and follow the teenager. I let Beth 'track' for a while, until the sun rises, then I take over. I spot some footprints in the dirt, under some leaves.
Beth comes over as I move the leaves aside "Could be Luke's. Or Molly's. Whoever they are, it means they're alive."
"No. This means they were alive four or five hours ago." I reply
"They're alive." Beth snaps at me and follows the direction of the footsteps.
I sigh and follow her. I notice the stride of the footsteps grow "They picked up the pace right here. Got out in a hurry. Things went bad."
"Wouldn't kill you to have a little faith." Beth says
Anger boils in my stomach, my wife is dead and she wants me to have faith? "Yeah, faith. Faith ain't done shit for us. Sure as hell didn't do nothing for your father." I snap at her and instantly regret it.
Beth turns to the bush full of berries next to her and starts picking "They'll be hungry when we find them."
I pull the bandana out of my back pocket and hold it out to Beth as a piece offering. We carry on following the tracks, three walkers later we come across a train track and I see exactly what I expected to see. People from the prison, dead, being eaten by walkers. Curiosity gets the better of me and I advance on them and take them out, one by one. Gwen isn't amongst the dead. She wouldn't be, she's lying dead back at the prison. Beth starts to cry. I look back at her miserably. Gwen told her it was okay to cry, that it wasn't a sign of weakness.
I set a fire as the sunsets, Beth uses pages from her diary so keep the fire going. I pull a photograph out of my pocket and stare at it. My wife was beautiful. Always has been, don't care what she said about her past looks.
"What's that?" Beth asks
I look up at her ready to snap at her and tell her to mind her own business but something in me made me change my mind and, careful to avoid the fire, I hand the girl the photo.
She takes and stares at him for a moment and a sad smile spreads over her face "She is beautiful, isn't she. I've never seen her with make-up on before" She hands me the photo back "Where did you get that?"
"She gave it to me, back at the farm" I tell her and look back down at those black curls and bright eyes, the pale skin and the pink lips.
"She's alive" Beth says
My eyes snap up to her "No, she's not. We all saw her go down"
"No, we saw her take a bullet in the arm. If I've learned anything about Gwen, she's a survivor. She's alive I know it! I reckon she's with Maggie." Beth says
"Yeah, why?" I ask
Beth shrugs "It's just my guess"
I look back down at the picture. No she's not.