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

The First Kiss

Amateurs.

They were clearly amateurs— the way they shakily held their guns, the way they've put on such a bright source of light that could attract both the living and the dead from a distant and the fact that they hadn't barricaded the cabin, altogether suggested that these people didn't possess the basic knowledge of the apocalyptic world.

"Drop your weapons."

Those words came along with two guns being point at Daryl's and Beth's faces, held by two guys who appeared to be of the same age as Beth, and in the middle, a few steps back there was a girl who tightly clutched a pocket knife in her hands. She also seemed to share the same age as her fellow companions and the look on her face visibly implied that she was frightened to the utmost. They all were.

It was a small cabin with just a hall and attached kitchen, and door leading to what might be bedroom. The hall had a couch in the centre and there were empty cans scattered all over the place. A few candles were lying here and there and two sleeping bags were placed at the corner. There was a stove in the kitchen with a kettle over it and alongside there were a few canned jars still unopened. By the looks of it, these people had been staying here for a while and were well stocked. But still for some reason they were awfully terrified.

Daryl studied them for a moment— surely they looked like amateurs, but they were scared and pointing gun at their faces. Any reckless action would lead them to pull the trigger in panic and that certainly would not be a good way to go after surviving through so much.

Beth's heart was beating rapidly in her chest as they all remained silent and she shot a peek at Daryl who in return nodded at her and lowered his crossbow, instructing her to do the same.

"Okay." She whispered as she laid down her knife on the wooden floor and took out the gun from the sheath and reluctantly placed it on the floor beside her knife.

"Are we good now?" Daryl raised his hands up in surrender and so did Beth.

The guns were still being pointed at them but one of the guys came a tad forward, "Wh . . . at do you want?" His voice was shaky and clearly displayed that he was petrified. The other two remained still at their position and fixed their gazes on the scene unfolding in front of them.

Daryl was about to reply but Beth voice cut him midway. "We lost the way back to our camp." Her voice came out soft and gentle, like the way it always have been, and Daryl hoped that it would calm down the teenagers who seemed to be scared out of their wits.

And so it did. "You guys have a camp?" The girl in the middle was surprised and shot a hopeful glance at her mates who had now partially lowered their guns but not entirely.

"Yea." Daryl muttered, unfazed by the abrupt exhilaration.

The girl was noticeably contented with the answer and came closer to her companions. "Did you hear that? They have a camp!"

The other two were also stunned but their faces still held back some reluctance. "How do we know that they're telling the truth?" One of them whispered to the girl but it was audible enough for everyone to hear it.

Both Daryl and Beth were able to hear that and threw confused gazes at one another, hesitant to do anything that could put their safety into jeopardy. And by the look on his face, Beth could make it out that Daryl was getting quite impatient and could lash out at any moment by now. "Calm down." She squeezed his hand earning a weak glare from the archer.

They could see that the two of them were now debating something amongst themselves in whispers in the corner of the cabin while one of guys stood in his previous position; his hand still clutched to his gun which wasn't pointed at them anymore.