Hope- The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Ch 7- Not a Lil Girl

~Beth~

I hopped down from the tree, landing on my foot wrong. I groaned, but tried to ignore it. What is his problem? He is all nice to me one minute and the next he is so rude.

"Ya okay," he muttered.

"I'm fine," I stated bitterly to him. What happened to him. When I first met him at the farm he was a jerk, then he changed, was really nice to me, but then he was a jerk again. Now this? I feel like I'm in a drama show more than an apocalypse. (Lol)

We walked for awhile. He trailed behind me, stopping every now and then when he found a rabbit or a snake. He usually didn't catch it, but by the time it was noon he had caught two small rabbits.

"Hey, Beth," he called out from behind me. I didn't stop. "Beth," he yelled, a bit of anger and frustration in his voice.

"What," I yelled back at him, turning around.

"We should se' up camp ere for the night," he muttered. I nodded.

I took the rope we had and tied it around four trees to make a little square. I tied cans to the rope, and tested it out. I stepped over it, to hear clinking sound.

"Think y'all hear that when yer sleeping," he muttered at me.

"We will take watch, at midnight we switch," I said to him. He only nodded, digging through his bag for the rabbits he had just killed. He put them over the fire.

"I gotta go take a piss, stay here," he said before walking off.

"I'll do what I want," I muttered angrily to myself. I sat there for a bit. I chuckled to myself. "Pretty long piss, Daryl," I laughed to myself. But I stopped, what if he got in trouble.

I reached for my knife, making sure it is still there. Then I go through the backpack, to find the pistol. I stepped over the string and began walking in the same direction that Daryl walked.

I walked for awhile, before stopping at a sound. The unforgettable sound of a walker tearing into flesh. I walked in that direct, afraid of what I might find. In a clearing, I saw a walker bending over something that looks to be a deer, tearing into its flesh. I quietly walked up to it from behind, took out my knife, and stabbed it in the head. It went limp, and I put my foot on it's back, to get better leverage so I could pull out the knife.

I smile at myself. What was Daryl worried about. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I smiled to myself, then froze when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around slowly, my knife in my hand, to see Daryl standing there.

"I tol' ya to stay dere," he murmured.

"Ya took too long. I went out to look for ya," I said angrily," I can take care of myself ya know." I began to walk back to camp, wanting to punch someone.

He grabbed my wrist, and I turned around fast, punching him with my free fist. "Ow. Fuck," I yelled. I felt like I broke my hand.

"What the fuck was that for," he yelled at me. "Listen, Beth. What if that wasn't me, and it was a walker. He woulda bit ya."

He rubbed his jaw, it looked like he was in slight pain. He dragged be back to camp. "Since when do you care," I asked in a yelling tone," Rick was never this protective with Carl, and Carl was his own son. I'm not related-"

"I care about you, alright," he cut me off. He seemed pissed, "If you wasn't here, I dunno what I would be doing right now!"

I stood in shock. "D-Daryl?"

"C'mon let's go. We should sleep," he muttered. It was as if he had completely forgotten about what he had said seconds ago.

"I'm not a lil girl, ya know. I'm eighteen," I said, sitting down by the campfire.

"Yeh," he murmured closing his eyes.

"I need a drink," I murmured. He through a bottle of water at me.

"No, a real drink. I'm not a little girl anymore, I can drink," I whispered nervously.

He opened one of his eyes," Kay."