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(This is my first story so sorry if it's not too good)
This takes place after the episode where Beth is kidnapped.
Daryl:
I was walking, well running, for miles and miles. I don't know why I had the will to keep running, to keep trying to find that car, the car that took all I had away from me. Beth.
I wish I had told her how I felt, how she had grown on me and brought the real me out into the open. She did that, she was able to break through my walls and make me crumble into the small child I once was.
All I could do as I ran was say to myself and whatever any god forsaken creature was listening, "I won't give up, not again" "I must keep going"
I approached a junction in the road, "which way did they go...no not her" I just sat down in the middle of the quite desolate road and felt like giving up.
That's when Joe and his gang of 'merry men' rocked up, can my day get any better?
I ended up being with this gang of fucked up men for a while, turns out they were looking for some guy that killed their buddy or some shit, I didn't really give a damn what happened to them, we had all lost someone.
