Fighting Walkers - With Him (The Walking Dead, Series three - Beth and Daryl) ✔️

Chapter four: The Silent Guy.

Chapter four: The Silent Guy.

Blood. It was all I could see when I closed my eyes to sleep. Sleep. I didn't even know what it was these days since I never got enough of it. My mind crossed back to the prison and how we lost everybody that we came to love.

"Hold up." Daryl stopped in his tracks, making us stop too.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling anxious. I just wanted to keep going and not stop until something good came out of it.

"People." He whispered, making me shiver with fear. Around the corner we could hear laughter and chatter come from a bunch of guys and maybe one girl. "We should head back." Daryl said as he turned around.

"No," I snapped, "we must keep going, I don't want to keep backtracking when we need to find Maggie and the others."

"Beth, you know how people are in this world now. We could get killed." He told me seriously.

"I know, I know," I stopped to think, "but they could be nice people, not wanting trouble." Tara stayed silent this entire time that we were debating this. I know we shouldn't, it was wrong and deadly but we had to take risks. We just had to.

"Why can't you understand that Maggie might not be alive anymore?" Daryl said.

"Why can't you understand that she might? Don't you have faith anymore?" I questioned.

He laughed. "I never had faith." Of course he didn't, it was Daryl Dixon we're talking about.

"Maybe we should go through the forest." Tara finally spoke up, making me smile.

"Good idea, now why didn't you think of that?" I turned to Daryl.

He grunted. "Fine but if I have to save your ass one last time, you might not be so lucky next time."

I chuckled. "Oh Daryl, you couldn't live without me." Tara and I brushed past him and headed into the forest where we went around the people that could be deadly. "You know?" I turned my head to Daryl who trailed behind us. "There are some good people out there."

Daryl chuckled. "You gotta be kidding me. Who have you met that has been 'good people'?"

"Bob," I smiled, "he was a good guy."

"But we found him, alone. The governor wasn't good and look how that turned out." Daryl raised his eyebrows. He had a point. But so did I and I believed that there were good people out there who were in the same situation as us

"People do bad things sometimes because they are defending themselves." I said, looking up ahead to see a bunch of trees that blocked our way.

"Well, tell that to your father." He snapped, making me flinch. I spun around as Tara stopped. It all fell silent as we stared at each other. "I mean, you can't even cry over a boyfriend that you lost to those things and your father? Well, you barely mention him anymore."

"Asshole." I muttered as I stormed off into the woods, leaving Tara and Daryl alone.

I trailed through the woods, stepping over leaves and branches and making my way through the trees. I needed to cool off from that jackass. How could he say that? Yes, I made a packed about not crying anymore but that was because I was stronger than before. Crying wouldn't bring anybody back so I've stopped. Except when my father got killed, I didn't care about my stupid rule that I made with myself. I was stronger now. Those loses that I had faced had made me a different person now and that person could fend for herself. She didn't need Daryl or anybody else. She could survive without any help from him and his crossbow.

At the corner of my eye, I noticed a small group of walkers trailing in my direction. I ducked behind a tree and grabbed my knife, getting ready to take them all down.

Daryl soon appeared without Tara and as he approached, I placed my finger to my lips, indicating for him to be quiet. I was faced away from the walkers and Daryl hid behind a tree that stood in front of me. I heard the walkers moan as they noticed me.

One walker opened his mouth to bite me but I screamed and plunged my knife into its head, killing it instantly. Daryl appeared and whistled to distract them from me. Blood was splattered all over me as I killed the last walker before Daryl handled the rest. See? I could handle myself.

Daryl killed the last walker and picked up his arrows. "Where's Tara?" I asked, wiping the blood from my knife and onto my shirt.

"She just disappeared." He said.

"What, how?" I asked, feeling shocked.

"I turn around one minute to fight off a walker and the next minute she's just gone."  Daryl explained.

"What did you do?" I yelled. I knew he hated her because of the prison but she didn't do anything to harm our people. Couldn't he see that?

"Nothing," he shrugged, "let's keep moving?"

"But we gotta find her." I said.

"No, Beth. She's a lost cause, let's just get out of here and find shelter." He said, continuing to walk straight ahead. I sighed, knowing that I had no choice. I knew I said I could handle myself but it was nice to be with someone who knew what they were doing. Even though he was a jerk.

"What made you like this?" I asked as I caught up to him.

"Made me like what?" He asked.

"A jerk." I stated and not regretting it. He said nothing. I wondered what he was thinking about as the silence between us grew into a loud noise. He was a very silent guy, making it in the world. Maybe I shouldn't have called him a jerk, after all, he had saved my life multiple times.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "for calling you a jerk."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Let's just keep moving."

It was silent after that I until night fall and it was time to find a safe place to sleep. I didn't like being out at night because you never know what was out there to rip you open and feed on your flesh.