Hope || Bethyl Fan Fiction [UPDATING+EDITING]

chapter one

Beth's POV

I let out a heart breaking sob and put my finger down onto the trigger. My finger aches but not nearly as much as my heart. Just beside me I can hear Maggie screaming at me, but I'm too clouded by anger to care.

"Beth please! Come on!" she cries out. We both have lost our beloved father to the governor.

I'm ripped away from the fence before I even have control over myself. Still crying, I let whoever has me drag me to wherever they want. All I can think about is daddy. His sweet hugs and warm smile, things I'll never see again.

My body drops to the floor and pain shoots through my ankle, but I couldn't care less.

"Beth, let me help you." Instead of Maggie's voice, I hear someone who I would least expect at the moment, "Give me your hand, come one we've gotta go." Daryl says and he grabs my arm, pulling me up gently.

I wince from the pain in my ankle, but ignore it and wipe my eyes and stand up. Before I return to my sad state, I take a quick glance at him, he's in his normal vest and looks like Daryl, but the look on his face doesn't seem like something Daryl would have. I see concern, sadness, maybe even sorrow, but my glance becomes more of a stare and he notices.

"Come on." he says, not barking at me, nor not yelling.

I nod my head in response and keep my eyes off of him.

"We need to find Maggie and Glenn." I mutter.

"I think Maggie wen-"

A loud boom echoes from behind us, and short after, we are jolted forward. I catch my self with my hand, and wince.

"Beth! We gotta go!" Daryl doesn't hesitate to yank me from the ground and start running.

Before I follow him, I glance back and search the crowd of walkers for Maggie. I let out another sob and force myself to follow Daryl, limping along.

I don't look back. Nor do I think that I may never see Maggie again.

Daryl's POV

Beth's sobs have quieted, but the sadness is still evident on her face. Every time I look at her, a new tear has found its way down her cheek.

I don't say anything to her for a while and let her mourn. If I were her I would be doing the same thing. She doesn't know where her sister is, and she just lost her father. I may not have ever had a real father but I think I can understand.

My father was always drunk, never around, but when he was he was ordering Merle and I around. For the most part, I think he was like this because of our mom. She did all the same stuff he did but left by the time I was born.

After I grew up around all of that, I wanted that. Getting drunk off my ass and sleeping with every girl possible but not caring to take care of myself or others. I got to the point where I would come home, drunk for nights and nights. No one cared about me, and I didn't care about anyone. But I care about Beth now. I care about the others too. Beth is different though. Her innocence lures me to her, her sweet and caring personality makes my dark, and alone personality ache for more. I'm tired of aching.

Beth's POV

"This seems like a good one," I say and smile.

"Sure," Daryl agrees.

A small deserted house peeks in through all of the trees. We found our way to a road a few days ago and have been wondering down it since. The last few days have been a bit quiet and awkward but I think it's partially because we both are tired and sad. We don't talk much, but I think it's because he's not sure if I'm okay yet. Which I'm not, and I'm glad he's not forcing himself on me, at least not yet.

"Wait here," he mutters and walks to the front door. I watch him pound on the door and he presses his ear to the door. After a few minutes he signals me over. "Stay behind me."

Daryl opens the door and walks around the house with his bow ready to shoot. I do the same with my gun and find my way to the bedrooms. Each room is empty, but I walk back into one of the rooms that caught my eye.

It's walls are decorated with posters of bands and celebrities. The bed is built in the wall with curtains on it, and a window it's by it. I look at the desk and there's gifts and card, and all have dust on them.

I set my gun down and pick one up.

Happy 19 Birthday Sarah! It says.

Tears build up in my eyes. She was around my age. I take another look around the room and sob. I remember the farm, my room, daddy, Maggie, and mom. Every thing has been taken away from me. My home, and family. I'm all alone now.

I fall to the floor and curl up in a ball. My arms wrap around my legs and I bury my face in my knees.

Everything hurts. I want my old life back. The farm, home, family and friends. I'm stuck with Daryl Dixon, damn it. I'm probably never gonna see Maggie again. My dad is dead now, I don't even know if Judith is ok.

"Beth?! Beth?!" I hear Daryl yell, but I don't call back, or even move. I hear his footsteps moving closer but I sob louder to drown it out. "Beth."

I look up to him and hide my face again. "Go away," I mumble.

"No."

"Daryl!" I raise my voice.

"Beth-"

"No! Don't! Please save your breath!" I stand up. "I know you want me to stop crying! I see the pity on your face but I don't want your pity! I want daddy and Maggie!" I sob.

"I don't want you to stop, I just want to help." he reaches his hand out to me and steps closer.

"You can't help. Daddy's gone. I don't know where Maggie is or Rick, or Judith! I'm all alone now!"

"I'm right here!" he raises his voice.

"So? Are you a wizard? No! You can bring my dad back! All you can do is kill and get drunk!" I yell. But right as the words leave my mouth I regret it.

"Your right! I'm no fucking wizard but I'm here anyway, WITH YOU! Ya know why? I could have left your ass back there to burn with your daddy but I didn't. Nor, did I complain when you cried every step here!" Daryl spat back, and it stung.

"No one is keeping you here! You don't have to be a wizard to walk out a door!" I barked back.

"Your damn right." he growled before walking out the door. It's took me a minute to realize what I had said.

"Crap." I muttered when I heard a door slam shut.