Hush Baby Im here

Chapter 8

We headed back inside, I wanted to grab his hand prance inside and just kiss him.
Kiss Daryl?

It was an odd thought, and before I wasn't even sure I felt it, maybe he was a brother to me. But now after our talk, after the butterflies and the floating, there was this feeling, more a craving for him.

I blushed at my thoughts. Daryl wouldn't want me, he saw me as little Beth, a girl he needs to protect because she's his sister. His friend. I felt let down at the thought.

I turned back to the horizon and I was almost positive it was walkers.

When we entered only Rick, Tara, Rosita, and Glenn were at the table.

"They caught up with us." I said. They all turned to look at me, "the walker herd." I pointed to the old dusty window.

"We gotta move!" Rick called out through the house. No one questioned him. We all gathered are things and packed the vehicles. When Maggie descended the stairs I could instantly see she looked a lot better. Her eyes didn't look so sunken in, and her son had some color in it.

She nodded at me and smiled, I returned the smile.

When we were ready I stared at the vast amount of bodies drifting towards us.

"Where are we going?" Carol asked, she handed Judith to Carl and he readied her in her car seat.

"We can go to Noah's home town. That's where I said we'd go together when we got out." Noah stared at me.

"Where that?"

"Richmond." Noah seemed delusional at the thought of going home, "Richmond Virginia."

"Alright I got a map, Daryl, you and Glenn will take Alex and Tireese-"

"And me." Interrupted Sasha, obviously wanting to be with her brother in case Alex tried anything.
That puts me with Rick, Carl, Judith, and Tara.

"Everyone follow me." Rick half shouted as the first walker stepped foot on the property. We all did as we were told. Speeding up as bloody hands slammed into our windows.

Someone was driving the back truck but the minivan was left on the property.

I wander if anyone has checked it yet, what if there was another person in the trunk, being left behind to be eaten.

...

It was dark now and Rick was still driving, Tara and I had offered to drive more then once, but he insisted that he was good for another day. Carl, Judith and Tara were in the back seat, all sleeping, when I jolted awake dreaming about an endless, and dark elevator shaft.

"Okay?" Rick asked as I rubbed my neck from the stiffness of sleeping against a car door.

"Yeah." I muttered not wanting to get into it.

"I used to have them, but now I don't dream at all anymore." he states matter of factual. 

"That's sad," Rick looked over at me, I continued: " I'd rather only have bad dreams rather than not dream at all."

"Why?" He asked.

"for me, dreams let me know that my brain isn't dead, its alive and can make images of its own, even if they are bad ones." It sounded stupid when it came out of my mouth. 

He stayed silent.

"Rick I saw Lori, after the incident." It was true, after my gunshot wound I was in a house with her, a bright house, and a bunch of others I had lost.

"She told me that she loves and misses you and Carl. And that Judith was more beautiful then she had thought. She told me to tell you that when I woke up. She knew I'd wake up. She also said that you should get the father of the year award." I almost wanted to laugh at my memory. Maybe I was going crazy, why would Lori have told me this.

Rick started to laugh, and soon the laughing was turned to tears. But he was still smiling.

"Thank you Beth." he looked at me, nodding. He wiped away his tears. And we kept driving.