Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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IN THE WEEK THAT EVERYBODY had run away from the prison, Daryl had been stuck with Beth. They'd been setting up camp in the woods night after night, building fires and searching for any sign of anyone from the prison. But, all of their trails had gone cold a long while ago now.
"Peach schnapps." Beth said, holding up a bottle. "Is it good?"
"No."
"Well it's the only thing left." She shrugged. "Who needs a glass?"
Daryl snatched the bottle of off her and threw it onto the ground, smashing the glass into pieces and spilling the alcohol on the floor.
Beth had been adamant, to say that the least, that she was going to have her first drink today. Daryl didn't understand why that was on top of her priorities when they were cut off from everybody, but then again, maybe that was why.
"Ain't gonna have your first drink be no dammed peach schnapps." He grunted. "Come on."
They then began to leave the abandoned building and went back into the woods.
"A motorcycle mechanic." She blurted out after a moment.
"What?"
"That's my guess for what you were doing before the turn." She explained. "Did Zach ever guess that one?"
Daryl shrugged. "Don't matter. Hasn't mattered in a long time."
"It's just what people talk about, you know to feel normal."
"Yeah well that never felt normal to me." He replied bluntly, before nodding at a small house. "Found this place with Michonne."
The two of them then walked inside of the small house—it was messy and it didn't have much room, but it'll do for one night.
"I was expecting a liquor store." Beth said, as she closed the door behind her.
"No this is better." Daryl insisted, holding up a different bottle of alcohol.
"What's that?" She asked with furrowed brows.
"Moonshine." He told her. "Thats a real first drink right there."
He then noticed that she looked scared. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing...it's just my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind." She said nervously.
