Eleanor Winchester has lived around monsters her entire life. As much as her father tried to hide her from it, he had no choice but to train her along side her older brothers.
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I wake up in Rick's arms and on the floor of a church. Once I can see clearly, I look around for Judith. She's sleeping peacefully beside me while Carl is asleep on the other side of her. I rub her head gently and lean over to rub Carl's head. He stirs at my touch but stays asleep.
I lay back down and cuddle up against Rick. It's still dark out and most people are still sleeping. The only people awake are Dean and Abraham.
Rick's lips find mine, taking me by surprise. I definitely thought he was asleep. I grip onto his shirt and kiss him eagerly.
"I can hear you," Dean interrupts us.
I groan, "shut up."
Dean huffs in response but I can hear his footsteps then the church door open and shut.
Rick chuckles and pulls my lips back to his. We are interrupted again by Judith's soft cries. This is an interruption I don't mind. I move away from Rick to comfort Judith. She immediately stops crying once she feels my touch. I brush my finger tips over her cheek to wipe away her tears.
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I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest as I walk beside Daryl. He's holding Beth's limp body in his arms. I instantly meet Maggie's eyes. She begins to sob.
How the fuck did this happen? After we took care of the guys from Terminus, Daryl came back to let us know he found Beth. Carol was taken by the same people. What choice did we have but to go after them? We left Michonne, Carl, Judith, and the Gabriel at the church. Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Eugene, and Rosita had left that morning to go their own way. They must have came back.
I feel terrible for Maggie. First her father and now her sister. She's mourning the death of her sister twice. I know how that feels thinking you have lost your sibling. I glance at Sam to seem him holding in tears. We all loved Beth so much.
Rick pulls me into his arms and I let him hold me as well all take a moment. Every single one of us are heartbroken. Judith will never know how much Beth loved and cared for her. I want her memory to live on within Judith somehow.
Dean insists that we need to give Beth a proper hunter's funeral so that is what we do. Dean salts and burns Beth's body as we all stand around to say our goodbyes.
"You guys have really weird traditions," Carl mutters as he walks into my embrace.
"I know," I mumble, kissing the top of his head. He's almost as tall as I am.
"Let's keep moving before we draw too much attention," Rick tells the group.
We can't go back to the church as it is now overrun. I'm not sure any of us know where to go anymore. Eugene lied about knowing a cure for the apocalypse. There's no longer that hope to hold onto.
Our group has grown and is stronger. Hopefully we can stay this way. We have lost people but we have also gained people. Sasha lost Bob and we all lost Beth. Abraham and his group lost their purpose. Dean lost Jo. We are a damn mess.
I keep ahold of Carl as we walk. He doesn't say anything but glances at me occasionally. I wonder if he's just afraid of losing me as I am of him.
We scavenge what we can as we walk. I notice Daryl begin to take off towards the woods.
"Watch them," I mumble to Rick before I stalk off behind Daryl. I don't give Rick a chance to answer. I just hope he will understand.
I try to follow Daryl quietly but I know he hears me. I reach him once he has stopped to sit on a tree. He doesn't say a word as I sit next to him.
"Daryl.."
"I don't want to talk about it."
I sigh as he lights up a cigarette. My mouth stays closed as we both stare off into the distance. There's a barn near by that catches my attention. I wonder if anything is in it. My mind wanders back to Hershel's farm and how he kept walkers in his barn.
My eyes dart back to Daryl when I notice he's putting his cigarette out on his arm. I nearly smack him but restrain myself by grabbing his arm instead. Burn marks litter his arm and hand.
"Daryl Dixon," I angrily glare at his arm as I examine it.
He pulls his arm away from me, "Like you give a damn."
"I do!" I snap at him.
"No you don't," He stands up.
"Of course I do! Just because we aren't together anymore doesn't mean I haven't stopped loving you!"
"You don't love me."
"I do, Daryl. I just don't love you in the same way anymore. I'm not in love with you."
"You never were. If you did, you wouldn't have given up on me so easily," He mutters.
"That's not fair."
"Life's not fair. Run back to Rick and leave me the hell alone."
"I can't stand you and your shitty attitude," I snap before walking off towards the road.
It doesn't take me long to catch up with group and take my rightful place next to Rick. He holds out his hand for me to take and I do just that. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
