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

What's Best For Us

The next morning Beth was the one to wake up first. She took a moment to process her whereabouts and the events of last night, before her eyes went to Daryl who was fast asleep on the couch, slumping against the it, in a sitting position few inches away from her.

Her eyes were slurry as she rose up from her slumber and recalled the events of the night before. On remembering the last thing, her lips involuntarily twisted into a bright smile, which had been none other than the kiss she shared with Daryl.

She peeked over at him. He was sleeping peacefully with his hair covering his forehead and some portion of his eyes. His crossbow was on the floor along his vest and his other weapons as well, all sited together with her own gun and knife.

There were no signs of Hazel and the others in the hall where she and Daryl had been sleeping and so she stood up and went to check the other room.

She creaked open the door slowly and peeked inside the room without entering it. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room and found the three of them sleeping, with Hazel huddled against Jerome and Justin a little away from them.

Finding everything to be okay, Beth sighed in relief and closed the door. She returned to the hall and glanced at Daryl, who was still fast asleep. She couldn't help but notice, how for once the hunter looked peaceful and calm unlike his usual gruff appearance that he portrayed always.

Not wanting to wake him up, Beth went up to the windows and looked outside. It was just past dawn and the sun wasn't totally up, making the view drench in a bluish-grey tone, but still visible enough to go out for a stroll. There we no walkers, not one in her sight and a wave of relief flushed through her as she squinted her eyes to scan outside through the boarded windows.

She was glad that the herd from the previous night had passed without causing much problem except some occasional bumping against the door. But other than that that, the night seemed to pass rather well, except the awkward closeness between her and the archer who was still fast asleep on the couch.

The room felt a bit suffocated with the close enclosure and Beth decided to grab some fresh morning air. She headed outside the cabin with her weapons tucked in well— just in case some lingering walkers stumbled by and she needed to defend herself.

The morning air was mild and refreshing as Beth had expected. She inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh air and for once she forgot about the foul and rotting smell that they've been so accustomed to these days. Even if it was just past dawn, she could hear the chirping of birds and after a while she could see the mild sun rays emerging through the canopy of the trees and striking her eyes.

Though the world had crumbled into shit, these certain things didn't falter to fill Beth with hope and enthusiasm—a feeling that there was still goodness amidst the worse.

And just when she thought that the world was still beautiful, her ears grasped the sound of an incoming growl from behind and soon she found herself to succumb beneath a walker who had lunged at her. It was a heavy one and Beth couldn't flip it over. She squirmed beneath it and grabbed its neck and yanked it up to keep away its decaying teeth from sinking into her flesh. There was no way that she could load her gun and use it and so she went for the knife, as she held back the walker from taking a chunk out of her.

She desperately tried to reach for her knife as she extended one of her hands towards her belt and the other grabbing the walker's neck. But the weight of the walker was pinning her down. The growls and decaying smell from it increased as she tried her best to get a hold of her knife. After a moment of futile attempts she though that this was the end. Just then she heard the flick of an arrow and the next thing she knew was that the walker's body went limp as blood splattered from the skull where the bold had made its impact.