Hope- The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Ch 2- Campfire

~Beth~

It had been a day since we left the prison. Just me and Daryl. We were sitting by the campfire in silence. Just looking at him, I could tell something was bothering him. I wasn't sure what. He was never usually bothered by stuff, but there was obviously something wrong.

"Do you want me to sing something. To cheer us up," I asked slowly.

"No," he murmured, in his don't give a fuck voice. It confused me though, I haven't heard this voice in awhile.

"W-why not? Everyone likes my singing," I asked.

He chuckled," You don't get it do ya? Beth, nothing is always happy anymore. It rarely is. Get out of that little world you think you live in, where you think everything is okay. Where everything will get better... Cuz it won't. Stop being so ignorant, about the bad shit that happens. Because it happens. Don't think it doesn't. The world don't revolve around you."He said it with bitterness, and I was taken a back.

"I never said the world revolved around me. I sang to make people happy during these times, and you don't help. You always remind people of the shit that was going on," I yelled, I was now standing. " Sometimes, people need to be told everything is gonna be okay, because otherwise, they ain't gonna be able to keep going, to never give up! We need to have hope!"

He didn't respond, and I felt a anger practically radiating off of me.

Everyone misunderstood me. Everything would be okay. No. It wouldn't. I knew it wouldn't. But sometimes people needed to think it would be. We just had to keep hope. We can't live through the basics, every extra thing counts.

He put his finger to his lips, and we both listened. Groans and moans could be heard from the distance, along with footsteps and twigs breaking. "Then people forget about what's actually going on. They ain't aware, they think everything will be okay, then something happens. Nobody is prepared. Nobody gotta plan," he whispered, walking off.

He was right. But it still upset me. Why don't people keep hope. Why do they give up on life so easily. Why don't they just have a couple little things to remind them of how life used to be. It would never be the same, but why can't we remember it. Keep the memories, and use the memories as fuel. Have something, anything to keep them sane.

I know it is stupid. A petty crush. A crush on a guy way older than me, a guy that doesn't really care about others. A guy who doesn't share his feelings, and keep em locked up inside. When they do slip out, it's hell.

I don't understand why I do. What draws me towards him. Maybe it is God. God telling me that I am supposed to be with him, but then again, where has God been all this time?

I walk behind Daryl. I was only a foot behind him maybe, so that I could still see where he was in the dark. I focused on the back of his head, and couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't help it.