The End of a New Beginning // Daryl Dixon

Part 36

Daryl

I GOT UP from the ground and followed after Beth. I easily spotted her, hiding behind a tree, throwing off the walkers that came close to us. I stepped down on a twig and she turns her head to see me. I nodded my head, having her follow me.

"I think we made it a way." She announces behind me. "I'm pretty sure we gotta go that way to find the booze." I step over our security system, entering camp. Everything begins clanging and Beth stops. "What the hell? You brought me back." She frowns at me. "I'm not staying in this suck-ass camp." She raises her hand and flips me off.

"Hey!" I growl, snatching up her wrist in my hand. "You had your fun."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She questions. "Do you feel anything? Yeah, you think everything's screwed. I guess that's a feeling. So you wanna spend the rest of our lives staring into a fire and eating mud snakes? Screw that. We might as well do somethin. I can take care of myself and I'm gonna get me a damn drink." She turns away and walks off. I turn my head back to the camp, looking at it. She's got a point. It is a suck-ass camp. Hardly any coverage for our safety.

I followed Beth through the woods. We ended up finding some country club. We scoped it out, made sure it was clear of wakers and people. It was...for the most part. We ran into some trouble with the walkers that had caught up to us. We cleared out the entire country clubhouse. Found a mass-suicide room with walkers hangin from the ceiling. Wasn't a nice sight to see. Either way, we made it to the bar. Beth found a drink, grabbed a cub, but decided it was covered in blood and shit. Peach Schnapps. Ain't a real drink anyway.

We left the country club and I had an idea as to where we could go. I knew a place full of first time drinks and I knew it'd be perfect for Beth to have her first.

Along the way, I knew we were getting close. As we walked, Beth was doing the same thing Zach was doing- taking a guess to what I was doing before the world went to shit.

"A motorcycle mechanic." She guesses. "Did Zach ever guess that one?" She asks me.

"It don't matter." I shrug at her. "Hasn't mattered for a long time."

"It's just what people talk about." She explains. "you know, to feel normal."

"Yeah, well, that never felt normal to me." I tell her. I slowed my pace, remembering the area perfectly well. It was almost a relief to finally find the old shit-box home. We step out of the wooded trees and see the home.

"Found this place with Michonne." I inform her.

"I was expecting a liquor store." Beth says.

"Nah, this is better." I say. We walk over to the side of the house and approached the shed. I popped the door open and found the crates of clear, real authentic, homemade moonshine. Everything seemed to be intact. It's like nothing was ever touched.

"What's that?" Beth asks as I handed her the crate.

"Moonshine." I say. I walk past her and was get to the front door. I stepped inside first, seeing that it was all clear. Beth lays the crate down and I spotted a clean up. I walk over to her, grabbing a jar and pouring some in the cup.

"That's a real first drink right there." I tell her. I lay the cup before her and she takes it into her own hands. She holds it, but she doesn't take a drink to it. "What's the matter?" I ask.

"Nothing." She shakes her head. "It's just...my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind." She explains.

"Ain't nothing worth seeing out there anymore anyway." I shrug at her. My words seem to give her not a care anymore, as she brought the cup to her lips and she took her drink. Her face scrunches up and she pulls her head back.