Survive - Daryl Dixon - Follow The Plot Fanfic

One

We ran through the trees, a small group of walkers from the Prison following us. I glance back every now and again to make sure they aren't getting too close and other times to make sure Beth is still close behind us. 

Daryl running in front of me, his crossbow swinging like an extension of his arms. We stop for a second to catch our breath, I look back at Beth who has a walker coming towards her. I watch as she lifts her gun to shoot it but all I heard was a few pathetic clicks, she's out.

"Shit" I mumble as I lift my gun to shoot, but before it even comes level with my shoulder the walker drops to the floor, an arrow in its head.

I look back at Daryl, who had his crossbow raised to eye level before he swings it roughly, hitting the limb across the side of a walkers head. As it falls to the floor, he quickly raises his leg and kicks the other body away as he uses his hand, signalling for us to run.

"Go!" He yells as he runs towards the walker he just shot.

Beth starts to run instantly but I just start walking backwards, making sure to keep an eye on Daryl, he grabs his arrow from the head of the walker and runs towards me, once I know he's okay I turn around and start to run with Beth.

With Beth leading the way, we run into a field of long grass and overgrown plants, weaving through different trodden down paths, the outstretched branches of the plants whipping our bare skin as we run. We stop for a split second before running again, panting as we force ourselves to keep going. 

After a while, we fall onto the floor, laying on our backs, panting heavily with our chests heaving as we try and catch our breaths. Our lungs burning, mouths dry as we lift our arms in an effort to open out our lungs for more air. I look up and notice a kettle of vultures, circling overhead waiting patiently for us to die.

"We... need to... keep moving..." I mumble through my desperate attempts for air.

After a while of rest and catching our breaths, Daryl gets up and collects sticks and twigs to make a fire, I get up and help him by collecting anything I can find, once my lungs stop burning.

Once the fire is lit and crackling we all sit down around it in complete silence, before Beth breaks it with her soft, gentle voice.

"We should do something..." her voice a little hesitant and unsure as she looks between Daryl and I. When she gets no reply, she repeats it, a little louder this time.

"We should do something." she says, as she watches Daryl, he looks up at her, completely and utterly silent. "We aren't the only survivors. We cant be.. Rick, Michonne, they could be out here. Maggie and Glenn could've made it out of A Block." 

When she notices no difference in the way Daryl is looking at her and that my eyes are glued to the floor, she starts to get frustrated. "They could've!" 

Daryl looks down, still completely silent, not even changing his facial expression the tiniest, Beth gets up as I look up at her, ready to stop her if she try's anything stupid. 

"You're both trackers, you can track. Come on. The sun will be out soon, if we head out now, we can..." She hesitates when neither of us reply. She looks at me.

"Robyn?" I simply give her a sympathetic smile and shake my head a little.

"We're all tired, we need to rest, and, he may not say it, but Daryl does too..." I say, trying to convince her to wait until we are all sufficiently rested.

"Fine. If you guys wont track. I will. " She murmurs as she grabs her knife, storming off into the woods.

I look over at Daryl once she's gone, he was watching her.