Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Two.

A few people have messaged me saying that for this story, they want more of Daryl's POV since they're both separated and they want to know how Daryl's feeling and such. Most of them will be short, but since you guys asked, I have done it!

 I hope you like it!

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*Daryl's POV*

Darkness fell on us quicker than I had hoped it would. I had also hoped that people from the prison would have followed us. That Sarah would have followed. 

I stared into the small flame in front of me and then up at Beth. Poor kid's lost all of her family. 

"We should do something." she said quietly, groaning when I didn't reply. "We can't be the only one's left. Maggie, Rick, Sarah. They could have all gotten out. We can both track! Let's go!"

I didn't even acknowledged that I had heard her this time, instead I focused on the flame again and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her get up and pull her knife from the dirt. 

"Fine. I'll do it myself." 

I looked up and watched as she stormed away from me and into the trees, waiting until I couldn't see her before following, making sure to put the fire out. She was really serious about this.

I followed her silently through the trees, keeping an eye out for walkers but also anything that suggested that people had been through here but I wasn't expecting anything. 

Beth fell back into step with me, her eyes looking at the ground in front of her. Maybe all those tracking lessons I gave her and Sophia would come in handy now. 

Sophia...damn, I didn't even know if she was alive. She had gotten over the flu but now...who knows.

"Sarah could be alive, Daryl." Beth said quietly. 

"She ain't." I muttered, trying to shut down the conversation before it even began. I wouldn't, no couldn't, think about her. I just couldn't. I

I should've went after her, done something more to protect her or even stopped her from going to help that stupid dog. If I had done that, then maybe she would be here with us right now. But she wasn't. She was gone and it was my fault.

"You don't know that," Beth continued and I turned to glare down at her. 

"If she was alive, she would'a followed me outta there. She always follows me." 

"Well maybe she got cut off by walkers and had to go ano-"

"She's dead, Beth." I said again as I stalked away from her, "Now drop it. We'll find a place to crash for the night."

Thankfully she listened and followed behind me silently, following me further into the forest.

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The next day, we were back at it and while I was trying to find a place that we could maybe stay, Beth was trying to find others. People who were dead. 

We passed by a bunch of bushes and she stopped and began pulling berries off, "They'll be hungry when we find them." 

"If we find them," I muttered. 

"Would it kill you to have a little faith?" 

"Faith," I snorted, "Faith ain't done shit for us. Sure didn't do nothin' for your father." As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them.

 She turned to look at me with wide eyes, shaking her head before going back to the berries and I sighed, pulling an old but hopefully clean rag out of my pocket, reaching over to tap her arm, handing it over when she finally looked over her shoulder at me.