walk with me

Chapter twelve

***2 weeks later***

"Beth please!" I felt tears running down my cheek as I handed Beth her lunch. "You have to eat something!"

Beth kept staring at the ground. It had been two weeks since Glenn's and Maggie's death. The prison was as lonely as ever and everybody was still hurt. We had all loved them.

"Leave me alone, Erin." Beth demanded with a soft voice.

"You'll die, Beth. You'll starve!" I was still crying. Beth had refused to eat anything since then.

"Why don't you guys get it!?" She screamed at me and, honestly, it scared me.

"Get what Beth!? Fuck!" We were screaming at each other now and it wouldn't be long before anyone would show up asking what the hell was going on.

"I don't want to live anymore!" She burst into tears as she finished saying the sentence.

"Beth," I began. "I know it's hard. I've been through that. But you have to stay strong for your dad. Plus, you are one of the few people I have left...."

Beth said nothing, she just stared at me.

"Did you ever think about it?" She asked. "Killing yourself?"

I signed. Of coarse I had! After my mom died, my dad, Paul... The first night I spent in this prison I remember thinking about suicide. I had almost convinced myself it was the right thing to do but something stopped me. I guess I'm scared of what might be after death; maybe there is nothing but still. It's creepy.

"Yeah..." I told Beth; my voice calm again. "But I didn't. I have no idea why but I just... I wanted to stay alive, just not this way."

Beth nodded and an awkward silence followed.

"Eat." I told her. "Maggie would want that."

I walked out of her cell and met Daryl in the cafeteria area. He was cleaning his knives.

"Hey." I said as I wrapped my arm around him and kissed his neck.

Daryl grunted in response and continued being lost in his own world.

"I can't make her to eat." I was trying to have a conversation with him. I didn't feel like talking to Carl.

"Let the bitch be." He said coldly. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Ye' heard me."

"Son of a bitch." I said under my breath.

"Got that." He said showing that cute smirk of his.

"Of coarse you did." I rolled my eyes at him an started walking away.

"Wait." He called back.

I turned around as Daryl got up and walked to me. I smiled a bit as he began kissing my neck. Then he placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"I love you." I said as we pulled apart.

"Love you too, babe." He said and then walked to his knives. 

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I had nothing better to do so I walked to one of the towers to keep watch and met Carol there.

"Hello." She said to me as I joined her.

"Hey..." I said.

There was a long silence before Carol began breathing heavily.

"Something wrong?" I asked her tired of her irritating breathing.

"He loves you...." She chocked on her words.

"Yeah, so?"

"I'm in love with him, too." Tears were accumulating in her eyes.

I didn't know what to say or feel. Should I feel angry? Sad for her? Frustrated? Jealous?

"You don't have to say anything." She said, interrupting my thoughts. "But, before you came, we were close friends and.... I just..."

"Is this why you tried to push me away from him?" I asked and Carol nodded her head.

"It would be nice that you two would make an effort in hiding your hickeys and scratches...."

"Sorry...." I said awkwardly and touched my hickey-filled neck.

"Don't hurt him... I just want him to be happy..." Carol pleaded and I nodded.

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I was back in the cell I shared with Daryl when I felt someone hug me from behind and kiss my neck. I groaned a little and Daryl continued. 

I turned myself around and met his lips. The kiss got hotter and more intense. He began pushing me until we reached the bed and threw ourselves to it.

Daryl put himself on top of me and took off my shirt his hands were all over me. I let him take the lead all the way and the next morning I woke up in his arms (something that was happening a lot lately).

"Goodmorning." I said to him. He yawned and nodded his head. I chuckled a bit and began to dress myself.

I was still struggling to put my clothes on with just one hand but it was getting easier every time. I even knew how to shoot with one hand now.

Being in my bra and pants, I hugged and French-kissed Daryl as he was getting his crossbow.

"Stop." He said pulling apart. I made a confused face.

"Ye' getting me exited." He chuckled.

"Is that bad?" I asked confused.

"It is when I'm about to go downstairs. Everybody would be like, 'oh look! Daryl has a-"

I burst out laughing before he could finish the sentence and I finished getting dressed.

We went to breakfast together just to meet Rick talking to everybody about the fate of someone.

"What did we miss?" I asked him.

"A girl about your age tried to get in the prison. She attacked Carl when he was just helping her not get torn apart and so, we're deciding what to do with her." Said Rick. It sounded like he actually enjoyed this kind of stuff.

"She was scared, dad." Carl said to him. As usual, Rick didn't listen.

"Well, who is she?" I asked Rick. He left the cafeteria and came back with a pale skin, brunette with green eyes. She was as scared as hell and I saw Daryl's and her eyes widen.

"Daryl?" She asked and it sounded she was about to cry.

"Melanie?" He asked disbelieved.

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