When Bethyl Happened

Chapter 3- Finding My Strength, In You

~Beth's POV~

I woke up on the sofa and not on Daryl much to my disappointment. Stretching my arms out, I let out a content sigh. I could feel the suns warmth seeping through the boarded up windows. Daryl snored, still fast asleep at the foot of the sofa. Even with sleeping on the floor, he looked almost peaceful. I thought back to yesterday and rembered how nice it was with just the two of us. Daryl and I never mentioned the prison when we talked. It is not that we were in denial, we are just putting it behind us. Sure it hadn't even been a week, but life with Daryl seemed so normal and right. We are finding strength in each other. Together as a team, we are invincible. I felt a smile spread across my face. With Daryl I am secure. He is my foundation.

Yesterday, I felt like I was making serious progress with him. Since the day we lost the prison, Daryl had rebuilt his emotional walls. However, It didn't take me long to make substantial damage on them. Back at the prison I had destroyed them completely. Daryl had let me almost fully into his heart. I did it before and I could do it again. My thoughts were put to a halt when I heard a low groan.

"Mornin Daryl," I said not bothering to conceal my happiness.

"What's got you all perky?" he said in a husky morning voice. His hair was messed up and his shirt was off. The sight of him was incredibly sexy and I felt something that I haven't felt before. Was this lust? God no, Daryl is like an older protextive brother. Just a really attractive one that I wouldn't mind- stop it Beth. I really had lost my innocence! I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I knew there was no hiding it from Daryl. "Beth?" Daryl questioned with amusement clear in his voice. He gave me a grin and said with a laugh, "Maybe, I don't wanna know!" I just stood there silent and drowning in my own humiliation. This was a moment that years from now, if I'm still alive, I will cringe about.

I watched him grab his shirt and cover my perfect view of his upper body. I let out a silent sigh. Daryl then slung his trusty crossbow over his shoulder. "You stay here. Imma go catch us some breakfast," he stated firmly. I wanted to argue and come with him, but Daryl needed to hunt alone. The day before when we went hunting we got so caught up in each others company, we talked instead of hunted. In doing that we probably scared off every creature in a mile radius of us. I don't think I can go another day with having to split a squirrel with Daryl so, he can go hunting alone. "Ok, just be safe," I murmured.

"Ain't nothin can touch me," he snorted. I walked right up to him and wrapped my arms around his strong body. "Except me," I retorted and seperated myself from him. Daryl looked almost unsure for a moment and I found his confusion adorable. I giggled and pushed him out the door. "Bring back more than just one squirrel, this time!" I exclaimed and gave him a wave through the doorway. As usual I got only a grunt in acknowledgement.

I closed the door behind me and pushed the sofa back in front of the door, just for precautionary measures. We hadn't seen another walker since escaping the prison. It was only a matter of time before a herd of those brain eating mother fuckers come strolling by. At that thought, I became pissed. This cabin was just starting to feel like home and I wasn't ready to lose it. Then again, I wouldn't mind losing this place as long a I still had Daryl. After all, it was Daryl who really made this place feel so much like a real home.

Since Daryl probably wouldn't catch anything for a while, I decided to keep myself busy. I commenced tidying up the kitchen. As I cleaned, I collected all of the kitchen knives in a pile. They would come in handy for later. I opened one of the drawers and I came across a handheld mirror. I brought it up to my face and saw a pair of sharp grey eyes peering back at me. I then noticed how much of a complete disaster my hair was. Frizz was the least of my problems. My ponytail barely even passed for a real ponytail. Only half of my hair was still secured in the hair tie. To think Daryl saw me like this! I immediately did my best to fix my hair and even though it didn't look exactly like a beauty queen's hair, I felt less self conscious.

After fixing my hair and the kitchen, I decided to go to the back rooms. There were only three other rooms other than the closet in the hall. There were two bedrooms and one bathroom. Daryl  had already checked for walkers so it would be safe for me to investigate. I walked into the first room. There was just a single bed in the middle and a pile of dirty clothes to the side. The rooms seemed quite lonely if you asked me. I pushed the clothe pile over and began searching for anything useful or interesting. As I searched, I began to wonder again what kind of people lived here. Where were they and what had happened to them? 

I checked all of the rooms and came across nothing useful, other then some bandages. Daryl should be back soon, I thought to myself. I walked back to the kitchen and picked up the mirror again. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang on one of the walls and dropped my mirror on the tiled floor in surprise. Then came another thud. The banging was now repetitive. It was coming from outside and there was only one explanation. Walkers. I had to kill them now. If I don't, the noise they are making will attract even more. I walked over to the collected pile of knives on the counter and forgot about the broken mirror. The shattered glass went through my thick boots and I felt a searing pain on the bottom of my foot.  I immediately lifted my foot and the sight of a large shard of glass stuck in my foot was not pleasant. With a tug, I pulled the glass out. In the process I had cut my wrist.

Then came the flashback. "Not now!" I cried out in desperation. The memory of my self harm kept forcing itself back into my mind. I tried to push it away, but I was being pulled into it anyways. I was losing the fight, with my own mind.

It felt like I was there, back at my daddy's farm. The helplessness began to consume me. There I was again, smashing the mirror and dragging the pieces across my wrists. Andrea was there telling me it was my choice. She was right, but it was the wrong the one. I could feel the pain become stronger and stronger as my mind became more and more numb. Blood trickled down my wrist. All I could do was scream.

"Go away! Daryl, help! Daryl, help me!"

Tears streamed down my face and I couldn't tell what was real and what was in my head. My legs gave in from underneath me and I hit the floor. "Please," I begged in a whimper.

I could feel myself slowly slipping away. The last thing I saw was a yelling Daryl hovering over me and covered in blood.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey, so first of all holy crap. 100 reads? You guys are amazing.  The twd fandom is really the best. Thank you, so much!  So yes, same as always every Saturday I post. Please vote and comment! Your input is always welcome. Sorry this chapter came so late, I have mad procastination skills :p. See you next Saturday.