Love will keep us alive. (A bethyl fanfiction- TWD)

Into The Woods.

"Did you tell Maggie?" Hershel asked Beth while she was getting for the run today. It would be her first run ever, something she wanted to do since a long time. Something she wanted to learn and to contribute for; not to show or prove anything, but to do something for the people who had become her family now.

"Not yet. She was in the watch tower last night," Beth muttered as she combed through her blonde hair and tied it into a high ponytail. "Didn't get the chance to tell her."

Telling Maggie was something Beth was unsure of—as she knew that her sister would protest right away. Maggie had always been protective of her little sister and letting her risk her life wasn't something she would approve of. Beth knew it for sure. Hershel himself was quite reluctant about it at first but he was a wise men— he was aware of the fact that Beth was much more capable than what she appeared to be. And so he agreed to it without much hindrance.

"You not gonna tell her?" Hershel asked in a low voice as he got up from the cot in Beth's cell and walked towards her. She was now putting her boots on and decided to ignore her father's question. According to Beth, there was no point in debating about whether to tell Maggie or not. She knew that her sister cared about her but it wasn't Maggie's decision, and Beth was adamant about it.

Beth didn't want to lie but right now, debating with her father didn't seem plausible to her as she had more important things to focus on —the run, as a matter of fact. She wasn't nervous, not at all. It was her decision and she was exceedingly confident about it. After the farm, they all had been on the run continuously for months, not being able to find a secure and permanent place to settle in. That gave her quite the experience of what it was like to be out there and if she had survived then, she would survive now.

"Yes, I will. She must be awake by now and I will tell her before we leave." Beth lied even though she felt guilty about it and hugged her father. "And you daddy . . . you don't have to worry about anything. I'm a big girl and you gotta trust me." She pulled back and smiled at her father who nodded in return.

Hershel wasn't convinced, but still replied with a sigh. "Okay. . . Okay . . . I did allow you to go for the run but you're still my little girl. You'll always be." At this, Beth giggled softly and planted a kiss on her father's cheek who just silently prayed for the whole thing to go well.

They both then exited the cell and headed outside silently, not uttering anything to each other as they were both lost in their own thoughts—Beth thinking about how the day would go and Hershel about how to be positive about the entire thing.

The sun was blazing right up above them when they got outside, with the birds chirping around with their melodic noises and the smell of summer sank into Beth's senses. It made her miss the previous life she had, the life before the world went to shit and how she loved it.

Beth loved summer, she always did. She loved the way summer smelled, the warm feeling against her skin, the chirping of birds and the adorable summer dresses she could wear. But above all, she missed swimming. Not that she didn't get the chance to swim after the turn, as the group frequently stumbled upon small water resources to bathe and wash themselves before they found the prison, but it wasn't like it used to be, with everyone having to keep their guard up—looking for walkers or anything alive. It wasn't fun anymore; it was just 'surviving' now.

Beth shrugged her overwhelming thoughts and asked her father who was still standing beside her, his eyes searching for something she couldn't quite get herself.

"Did you tell Rick?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. He seemed to be fine with you going with Daryl." Hershel replied, as they both walked up to the courtyard, his eyes still looking for someone or something.