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chapter two

Daryl's POV

'A fucking wizard?' I thought, 'Is that what she wants?'

I stormed down the hall way and out the back door.

"Damn it," I muttered.

I sat down on the porch step and thought everything out. Beth thinks the only thing I can do is get drunk and kill.

'All you can do is kill and get drunk!'

Her words echo in my mind and she's right. Getting drunk isn't much of an option these days but it's like her words stung my mind and convinced me that it's the truth. I'd do anything she asked, or believe anything she told me. But she thinks I'm a drunk. A man who kills. What does she think I can do? I can't get drunk, but I kill to live.

I run my hands over my face and rest my arms on my knees. The door opens behind me and I tense.

"Daryl?" Beth says quietly.

"What?" I snap.

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

"So? Are you a fucking wizard?" I mimic her words and her tone.

"I didn't mean it. I just directed my anger toward you and that wasn't right, I'm sorry."

"I know," I lie.

"Do you want me to go look for some food?"

"I don't care." I hear her sigh and walk back into the house.

I stand up and wander around the yard. It's fenced in and the grass have grown to knee height. The back yard isn't very pretty, all you can see behind the fence are trees. The dark brown paint on the fences are faded and chipped, just like the paint on the house.

My feet drag me back into the house, where Beth is looking through the cabinets.

"There's plenty of food to last us a few days in here," she smiles but it quickly disappears off her face when she sees my expression.

I watch her close the cabinets and wander to the living room. Her hair is up it in its usual pony tail, with the little braid. Nothing has changed with her jeans or light yellow shirt, besides that they have faded and got blood and mud on them. I study her face as she settles into the couch, and her eyes meet mine.

I'm the first to look away after a few second before she says, "I'm gonna go see if I can find some clothes."

I blink, thinking she may have been able to see my glances at her outfit.

"Uh, yea me too," I agree, awkwardly.

She smiles before walking down the hall to the girls bedroom. After she shuts the door, I don't see her for the rest of the night.

Beth's POV

'I totally caught him staring at me.' I laugh to myself.

Then I remember, specifically at my outfit. I look down to the dirty rags on my body and wrinkle my nose. He had a right to stare.

I shake my head and open the closet. At first I feel bad looking through, probably a dead, girls clothes. After a while I have fun looking through them and settling with a warm simple shirt and jacket with jeans. The clothes don't fit me perfectly, but I can grow into them.

Hunger is the last thing on my mind when I lay down on the bed. I probably just screwed up my entire relationship with Daryl. The things I said weren't horrible, but they still weren't ok.

My common sense tells me to got talk to him but I don't think that's my common sense anymore.

I think it's my heart.
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The night turns into dawn, and I wake up with a jolt. In the corner of my mind, something says, something isn't right. I stretch and grab my gun, ready to shoot. Outside my door there's loud footsteps, and I press my ear against the door to listen.

"Daryl?" I say, not yelling but not whispering.

I crack the door open a peek out. A walker charges at the door, swinging it open, and taking me off guard.

"Daryl!" I scream. The walker has its arms extended, ready to grab and take a bite. "Daryl! Help!"

Before I can get my gun up, my body is down on the ground with the walker on me.

Daryl's POV

I put my crossbow down and grab my bag of dead rabbits. Since it's been just barely light out, I went to get some better food. With two rabbits, I feel satisfied and head back to the house.

I'm only ten yards away when I hear. "Daryl!"

My pace picks up and I run to the house. The front door is wide open, when I run in.

I get my crossbow ready to shoot and Beth calls out again, "Daryl! Help!" I run to the girl's room, and see Beth on the floor, pinned down by a walker.

Not hesitating, I grab the walker and shoot it in the head, then lift the walker off Beth and help her up.

"Thanks," she mumbles.

"Yea." I start out the door and stop when she speaks up,

"How could it get in here? Where were you?"

"I went out, I might have forgot to shut the door. Sorry." I keep my back to her and can feel her eyes on me.

"Okay," she sighs. "Daryl, I'm sorry about last night."

"Me too," I whisper and walk away.

"Please stop doing that!" she yells after me.

"What?" I turn around to face her.

"Shutting me out." She looks down to her feet and her cheeks become slightly pink.

"You shut me out."

"I said I'm sorry."

"Ok. I'm sorry too."

She smiles and nods her head.

"Good."