Poison & Wine - Bethyl

Months

It's been months. 

Months since the crew has seen the prison. 
Months since Hershel died. 
Months since Beth or Maggie have said a word about their father's death. 
Months since they've all been on the run. 
Months since the hoard of walkers grew bigger and bigger everyday.
Months since everyone felt like everything was okay. 
And finally, months until they finally found somewhere to stay. With the help of some new faces.
For months on end, the group has been running every single day just to find a new place to stay ever since the prison got taken over by a hoard of walkers. They never thought they were safe. Hell, they weren't safe. They could die any minute. Just like Hershel did. 
After Hershel passed by being bitten by a walker, Beth and Maggie moped around for weeks. They wouldn't eat, sleep, talk. They just sat in their cells all day, together and mourned. Which wasn't a big deal to anyone except Daryl, Carol, and Glenn. 
Rick knew to leave them alone, as did Carl. Because they knew how if felt to lose someone. Daryl did too, but he couldn't stand to see Beth the way she was. Glenn just could never leave Maggie's side. Unless she yelled at him and pushed him away.
That went on for another month, then? In came the walkers. 
Everyone finally did something productive. 
They grabbed all of their items as fast as they could, and ran. 
After a couple of days, they found a small home that they stayed at. Until yet again, more walkers showed up. 
They ran, and ran, and ran. For a month straight. Which felt like a year to them. Days grew hotter, and everyone grew more agitated. But, they never stopped working together. 
But finally, one scorching hot day, the group of eight people, grew lucky. 
They stumbled upon a large closure, which was guarded well. People left and right standing and watching for walkers to slip by, just so they can shoot. There was a door that was managed by pulling a large chain, and there were so many people there. 
As the group stumbled upon the large "colony" like place, the people guarding; drew their guns.
"Wait!" Rick chimed in, holding his hands up. "We aren't here to fight."
Two guys looked at each other and talked barely above a whisper.
"What should we do?"
"Call for Kayla?" 
"She went on a run, dumbass." 
"Should we just hear them out until Kayla gets back then let her determine?"
"I guess. But if Kayla is pissed, then the only one she needs to beat is you. It was all your idea."
"Shut up, Liam." The unknown male, muttered before turning back to look at Rick. "What are you here for?"
"My group, we need shelter. We have been running for months and we can't take it anymore. Usually we are strong but, this heat is getting to us, and we can't lose another." Rick said, coughing some in between his words.
"Come forward." The male said.
Everyone stepped forward before the two men sauntered down some steps, and stood in front of the group. They scanned everyone then turned and banged four times on what looked like a metal wall. They all waited until the door loudly opened. 
"Walk this way." The male said, pointing forward. 
As everyone stepped through the large door, Daryl looked down at Beth and smiled slightly at her. Rick took notice to all of the people that were walking around unarmed, and talking like nothing ever happened. He was confused. Carl took notice too, and he looked confused. But no one said a word.
After a couple of minutes walking, the two males led them into a building.
"I'm Jerred, and this is Liam." The male who introduced himself as Jerred, had quiffed brown hair, and the other male, Liam, had shaggy blonde hair.
Daryl made sure he put his arm around Beth so no one would get any ideas towards her. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes, as if this life didn't bother her anymore. He didn't blame her. 
Rick cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other before speaking. 
"I'm Rick, this is Carl, Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Carol, Daryl, and Beth." 
Jerred looked down the line of people before nodding and picking up a bin after shutting the door. There was a table in the middle of the room they were standing in. There was light, air condition, everything that no one would expect to see, or feel again in a world full of walkers. 
Liam offered a seat to everyone, so everyone gladly took it after standing on their feet for what felt like ages. 
Jerred started to speak again, setting the bin in the middle of the table. "Please set any item that could harm someone in this bin."
"Why?" Daryl asked, shooting darts with his eyes.
"Safety precautions." Liam said, sighing.
"What the hell do you think we are gonna do? Kill everyone here? No. I feel much safer with my weapons."
"Do you want a place to stay or do you want to get the fuck out?" The blonde spit back. 
Daryl sighed and placed his crossbow into the bin, along with a pocket knife. Everyone had already placed their items into the bin because they wanted the weight off of their shoulders. 
Before anyone could say anything else, the door swung open. Everyone whipped their head in the direction of the noise. 
A lady with long brown hair stepped in, smiling at everyone in the room. 
"Andrea told me that you two goons walked into this building with a group of people. I didn't want to believe it, but looks like I have to. So, want to explain?" The woman said, crossing her arms at Jerred and Liam. 
"They stumbled up and we aimed at them, that one right there, Rick?" Rick nodded. "He said that they didn't want a fight. They just needed somewhere to stay. They said-"
The woman stopped the brown haired 'goon' in mid sentence, and pointed at the door. 
"Get out. I'll handle them."
Jerred and Liam left the building in a hurry as the lady laughed and shut the door, walking over to an empty chair.
"I'm Kayla. I am in charge of this place. As you people can tell, it is a very well run place."
Glenn and Daryl scoffed, as if to say 'duh.' Which caused Maggie to kick her fiance under the table, and Carol to hit the greasy redneck in the head. Kayla laughed and shook her head. 
"I am not a hard person to get along with. I just need to know if you guys are up to commitment." She looked around the table and watched as everyone nodded their head.
"What kind of commitment?" Beth asked, crossing her arms on the table. 
"Work. Training. Stuff like that." Kayla said, shrugging. 
"We can do that." The blonde girl said, smiling. 
"Great! Well, you can stay. Under a few conditions." 
"And that is?" Glenn asked in unison with Daryl. 
Kayla sat up in her seat and smirked, watching everyone's face wash over in worry. 
"Do not try to leave unless given permission. Do not discuss the past unless further question. Do not discuss your life before the outbreak. Always answer when the phone rings. Work hard, and be happy. Also? Enjoy your life here!"