Hope- The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Ch 4- I'm Sorry, Don't Leave Me

~Beth~

I woke up to the sound of silence. Utter silence. Not even the wind was blowing. I looked over to see myself wrapped in Daryl's arms. He actually looked quite nice when he was sleeping. Not acting like a jerk to anyone, or acting all badass. He looked kind of peaceful.

As I watched, him I realize how creepy it would look if he woke up. An 18 year old girl just staring at him, pressed all against him. I took one last glance, before pinching his shoulder, then burying my head into his chest and closing my eyes.

I heard him groan, then start moving. He tried to sit up, and hit his head on the trunk. "Fuck," he murmured angrily. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. I heard his breathing for a little bit, just him breathing, not really moving. He was staring at me. He was staring at me! He was staring at me?

I began to stir, pretending like I was just waking up. He shook me, and I looked up at him, putting a finger to his lips. I nodded. He opened the trunk slowly, and when it was all the way up, he jumped out, making sure the coast was clear.

"We all good," he murmured, giving me his hand. I took it, and he pulled me out of the trunk gently.

"Thanks," I murmured with a smile. He nodded. And began walking in silence. I sort of glared at him from behind. Is he seriously not gonna talk about it?

"Are ya seriously not even gonna talk," I asked. He turned around.

"What's 'dere to talk 'bout," he asked with his regular Daryl attitude.

"Wow. Daryl back to his badass self again," I murmured, walking past him. I felt his wrist clamp onto my arm.

"What? What is there to talk about? All of our friends and family was just killed and ya wanna make small talk," he asked. "Hey Beth! How's your day? Good! Mine too, besides the fact that all of our group is gone! How are ya dealing with the death of your daddy," the words spit out of his mouth.

"I dunno? Maybe about how ya acted in the trunk and how ya stared at me for a good ten minutes when ya thought I was asleep," I yelled. He stared at me, I couldn't tell if we was scared or surprised. I attempted to pull my wrist from his grasp, but to no avail.

"Let go," I hissed.

"Listen, I dunno what you are taking bout," he mumbled.

"Ahuh," I murmured sarcastically, still trying to pull my wrist from his grasp.

He looked me straight in the eye," Twist towards the thumb."

I have him a confused look. He looked down at my wrist. I did what he told, and I twisted my arm out of him grip with ease. He walked off, mumbling swear words. I liked sleeping Daryl better.

~Daryl~

Fuck. She was awake? She probably thinks I'm some perv now... But what do I care? I shake it off, walking ahead of her. "Fuck. Pussy. Ass. Bitch. Dick," I continued muttering every swear word I could think of.

We walked for awhile, until it was about sundown. I walked into a clearing, thinking this was a good place to set up camp. I turned around towards Beth, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I wave of panic flew over me. Fuck. I lost her? "BETH," I yelled. There was no response. "BEETTHH," I yelled even louder. It was silent, until I heard a scream coming from my left, and I saw birds flying off from that area.

"Beth," I continued to yell, running towards the screaming. I continued yelling her name. I just kept running towards the screaming. I couldn't lose her. I finally got closer to the screaming, to see Beth, pushed up against a tree, with a walker desperately trying to get her. She had her hands on its chest, attempting to push it away. "Beth," I yelled, and took out my crossbow. I couldn't get a clear shot though, as she kept moving her head, along with the walker. I walk up behind it, and hit it in the head with my crossbow, knocking it away. I then stepped on its head, crushing it's skull underneath my foot.

I looked over at her. She was breathing heavily, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. When she took notice of me staring, she wiped them away, ran up, and I felt her arms around my waist.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispered. I stood there for a moment, taken aback from what she was doing. But it just felt natural to hug back. I wrapped my arms around her as well. We stood there hugging in silence, and I mentally argued with myself.

Say sorry.

Don't say sorry. Sorry is for Pussies. I could practically here Merle saying to me. But... Really what had Merle done for me.

"I-I- I am sorry," the last part came out a whisper, barely audible to myself. I felt her grip loosen, and she looked up at me.

Her eyes sparkled, with hope. Something I had never had... Hope. She smiled, then put her palms on my shoulders, getting on her tippy toes, and lightly brushing her lips against mine.

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Let's just say... Shit went down... 💩⬇️

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