Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Fifteen.

*Sarah's POV*

It's been three weeks since Atlanta. Since Beth. 

To make matters worse, we had lost Tyreese not long after. 

We had hit rock bottom and it didn't look like we were going to be leaving anytime soon. 

Maggie still wasn't over the loss of her sister. I don't think she's went a day without crying and Sasha...well she was just angry. At everything and everyone. 

Daryl. He was different too. Distant. He wouldn't talk to me, to anyone. He'd go off and try to find food or water for hours or he'd walk beside me silently until we stopped for the night. 

I think that over the past few weeks, it's really hit him that Beth is gone and as much as it pains me to say this and that I wish it wasn't true, she isn't coming back.

The sun's beating down on us as we sit in the van we found in the middle of the road. Daryl, Maggie and Sasha have all gone to try and find water. Try being the key word there. It hasn't rained in days and we're all getting desperate. 

"Sarah?" Rick asked, snapping me out of my trance, "You mind holding Judy for a bit while I go take a look around here?" 

"Of course," I whispered, standing up, "I'll take her in the van. Make sure she doesn't get too hot." 

I sat down just as Daryl and the two women came over the hill and judging by their expressions and empty hands, they didn't manage to find anything. 

"Shit." I whispered, resting my chin on top of the little girl's head. 

"They didn't get anything?" both Carl and Sophia asked quietly. 

"No."

Carl groaned and rest his head back against the van's wall, "I'm so thirsty." 

"We all are." Sophia muttered. 

I handed Judith over to her brother and slid out of the vehicle, moving towards Daryl as he shook his head at Glenn, "Hey." 

He gave me a nod, turning his back to me to talk to Glenn but he glanced back at me, "'m fine before you ask." 

I sighed, watching as he spoke to Glenn and then made his way towards the forest edge; most likely going to talk to Rick. 

"You okay?" Carol asked, her hand resting on my shoulder. 

I shrugged, watching as Daryl's vest disappeared further into the trees, "I'm just worried about him." 

"It would be strange if you weren't." 

"I just want him to talk to me. Let me know why he's feeling like this." I then looked at her, an idea brewing in my head, "You talk to him!" 

"What?" 

"Please," I begged, "He'll talk to you. I don't know what it is but please. He obviously feels connected to you." 

She pursed her lips, looking behind me when Rick and Daryl emerged again and I faintly heard Rick telling us to get back in the van and that we were going to get going, "Fine. If I get a chance." 

My eyes shut as I let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

I'll admit, it used to bother me just how close the two of them were and it did bum me out that he felt as if he could talk to her and not me but what was I gonna do? Tie him to a tree and demand that he tell me what's going on in his head? 

Speaking of Daryl, he sat down beside in the back of the van, keeping his gaze on the space between Maggie and Tara and if he felt my gaze on him, he didn't let me know.