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

Chapter fifteen: Selfish.

Chapter fifteen: Selfish.

"We can't leave!" I pulled away from Daryl as I stood, staring at the walkers disappearing. We lost her again and there was nothing we could do about it.

"Forget it, Beth. She's gone like the rest of them and she is never coming back. We have to leave." Daryl snapped, making me flinch.

"Like the rest of them? You mean Maggie and Glenn? Screw you, Daryl." I yelled as I watched the last walker disappear.

"We don't have time for this!" Daryl yelled back.

"We do." I snapped in a hash tone.

"She's not coming." Daryl grabbed my arm and started pulling me away. Tara was gone and so were we.

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I fast walked ahead of Daryl who was slowly pacing himself. I was so mad at how little he cared about the people we had come to known. You don't just leave someone to die like that, you help them. Daryl only thought about himself. But he had saved your life many times in the past, the little voice in my head echoed. Oh, shut up.

This world made people more selfish. They all wanted to survive, it didn't matter because whoever got in the way of that was going to suffer.

"Beth, slow down." Daryl mumbled, making me walk faster ahead.

I closed my eyes for a split second and bumped into a walker. And how did I know that? Well, because it was trying to eat me.

"Watch where you are going." Daryl yelled. It was a little too late for that. It tackled me to the ground and Daryl didn't seem to help. He watched me struggle with a smirk on his face.

I pushed the walker up with my hands and turned my face away before it ripped the flesh of my face. I quickly took out my knife and with one shot, I stabbed it in the skull and pushed it off my body.

"Thanks for your help." I said sarcastically as I got myself up.

"It looked like you didn't need help." Daryl pushed past me. Idiot.

I slowly followed behind him. It was just the two of us again in this lonely world where people only thought about themselves. Like Daryl Dixon. I kept thinking back at Tara and how she could be dead right now or running for her life. Why would she do that? She risked her life to save ours. How could Daryl not want to go back for her? If I had it my way, I would go back and find Tara before it was too late. But no, apparently Daryl was in charge between the two of us.

Selfish.

We traveled through the woods and came across a huge field with a small house in the distance. Walkers trailed along a few miles back, noticing us. It would take them a while to get to us.

"Come on." Daryl said as he headed to the direction of the small house in the background. I followed him, wondering what would be in that house. Anything could be in that house. Walkers, food, people. It could be anything.

As we approached the small house, I noticed how clean it was. The white paint hadn't come off and the floorboards didn't creak. It was like somebody had lived here this whole time, surviving. I hoped this person was nice. I needed niceness in my life right now, not selfishness.

We headed up the stairs and Daryl slowly opened the door with his crossbow ready to use if any walkers were inside. But, Silence. We both entered the small house and locked the door, leaving the dead outside. Daryl put his crossbow down but I kept my knife secure in my pocket. I was not leaving it out of my sight.

Daryl looked through the house as I looked at old photographs of the family that I assumed lived here. There was a TV and a couch in the corner and a fireplace. I noticed the house was completely tidy and there was nothing out of place. Someone had been living here. There was already wood in the fireplace and matches on top of the fireplace.

I started a small fire and lied on the clean ground next to it. Daryl soon appeared with a can of beer and a bag of chips.

"What are you doing down there?" He asked, eating the chips.

"Save some for the people who live here," I said softly, "don't be selfish."

"I'm not. They're not here and they might never come back. I could get used to this." He said as he sat on a single chair.

"They might come back." I said as I closed my eyes and let the warmth surround my body. It felt like home and I missed home. Home was where I belonged, on a farm with horses and my family. Now all of that was gone. It disappeared in the blink of an eye and I never thought I would miss it this much.

Daryl chugged the rest of his beer and finished off his chips. He left the rubbish lying around and surprisingly, he came and lied next to me by the fire.

"What are you doing?" I turned my head to face him as he stared at the ceiling.

"What does it look like?" He asked.

"I'm still mad at you." I pointed out.

He chuckled to himself. "Nah, you couldn't stay mad at me."

"Oh, really?" I eventually laughed with him. "I bet I could."

"We stick together, how could you stay mad at that?" He said with a small smile.

My smile grew wider. "Maybe I can let you off."

"That's more like it." He nudged me and we lied here in silence for a while, taking in each other's company like we had been doing for a long time.

And it was perfect.

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