Make it Till You Don't

Confession

I walked down the steps coming around the building. "You want to shoot?" Daryl asked Beth.

I noticed Daryl had shot a Walker, pinning it to the tree. "I don't know how." She replied, clearly not liking his sudden change.

Daryl grabbed her, aiming the bow. "Oh, it's easy. Come here, right corner." He shot another arrow into its leg.

"Let's practice later." Beth turned to Daryl, trying to get him to go back inside.

He just ignored her, reloading the bow. "Come on, it's fun."

"Beth, let's just go back inside." I turned to her, going to grab her arm. "He's just being an ass."

"Just stop it!" She tried again, stepping closer to Daryl. "Daryl!"

He went to grab Beth once more, as I stepped in. "Daryl would you fucking quit?!" I grabbed his arm, tugging on it to get him to stop.

He shrugged me off, causing me to fall to the ground as he grabbed Beth again, shooting the Walker. "Eight ball."

"Just kill it!" She exclaimed, breaking out of his grasp once more.

Daryl walked over to the Walker, still purposefully ignoring her. "Come here, Greene. Let's pull these out. Get a little more target practice." He started walking over to retrieve his arrows.

Having enough, Beth stepped forward and killed the Walker, glaring at Daryl. I let out an annoyed sigh, picking myself up off the ground.

"What the hell you do that for? We was having fun." Daryl turned to Beth as if she were the one acting irrationally.

"No, you were being a jackass!" She shouted at him. "If anyone found my dad-"

"Don't!" Daryl interrupted Beth. "That ain't even remotely the same."

Beth shook her head. "Killing them is not supposed to be fun!"

"What do you want from me, girl, huh?" Daryl got in Beth's face.

"I want you to stop acting like you don't give a crap about anything." She told him. "Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It's bullshit!"

"Is that what you think?" He asked her in disbelief.

Beth gestured to him, nodding. "It's what I know." I stood back, letting the two go, hoping Beth could get through Daryl's thick skull.

"You don't know nothing." Daryl replied defensively.

"I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl." Beth explained. "I'm not Michonne. I'm not Carol. I'm not Maggie. I survived and you don't get it 'cause I'm not like you or them. But I made it and you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid."

Daryl looked at Beth and glared. "I ain't afraid of nothing."

"Daryl, let's just go inside." I sighed, tired of the constant arguing and his stunt just now. Ever since the prison we all have been at each other's throats.

"I remember." Beth spoke up after a moment. "When that little girl came out of the barn... after my mom. You were like me." I paused at her words, remembering that day. "And now God forbid you ever let anybody get too close."