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chapter three

Beth's POV

I set myself up with some crackers and water out in the living room and looked out the window. It wasn't a pretty view out the window, but it was a distraction from everything. All the pain from loosing my dad, missing Maggie, that would never leave but how sad the world has become. Everything is gone, and I believe I won't survive much longer. Daryl could make it on his own. It would be easier for him, if I were dead.

Tears clung to my eyes at the thought of death, where dad would be. How easy it would be able to do.

"I'm gonna cook this," Daryl says, bringing me out of my thoughts and startling me.

"Okay, I can gather some more food to eat with it," I glance at him and he smiles.

"You ok?" He asks as he starts to the door.

"Yeah," I smile and walk to the kitchen. "I already had a few crackers we can just finish them."

Daryl nods his head and walks outside. I follow him and help him gather wood and set up a little fire. We use an old lighter we found in the house to light it and Daryl cooks the rabbits.

"We should look for the others," I say breaking the silence.

"Hmm, I know," Daryl mumbles.

"I'm serious," I look at Daryl.

He sighs, "I think we should gather supplies and wander around a bit before leaving this place."

"I didn't say we had to leave," I rolled my eyes at his stupid response.

"Then, after we get our shit together we can look."

"What shit? Our group is out there and may need us! They don't have time for us to get our shit together," I snapped.

"Don't think I already know that? By shit I mean getting an idea of where the hell we are and how to find everyone! If you didn't notice, we found this place by running through a shit ton of woods!" Daryl raised his voice.

"I'm not doing this," I mumbled and stood up.

"What? Doing what?"

"Fighting with you! We are both angry! I lost my dad and I have no idea where my sister is!" I took a breath. "I have no clue as to what is going on with you, but we both need to suck it up," I clench my jaw.

"No you do! I'm perfectly fine," Daryl stands up.

"Oh yeah? We just lost a whole group of people and you're just fine. You don't know how to care about anyone."

"Don't talk to me about caring about people."

"Like you could even know how to," Our voices have dropped to a low angry tone.

"I do," He looked me dead in the eye and took a step towards me.

"Prove it, Daryl," I hadn't noticed how close we were, our faces inches apart. His breath brushed my face, causing goosebumps to spread up my arms.

"I will."

He closes the gap between us and pulls me in. Our lips connected, his crushing against mine. I closed my eyes and felt something leap in my heart, and twist in my stomach. His lips were hard against mine, pushing and forcing themselves onto me. I didn't fight back, I let my lips lock with his. Whatever was happening I knew I wouldn't like it later, but my common sense was long gone now. I felt it everywhere, my mind, my heart and my stomach fluttered. My thoughts spilled out into a mess in my mind and I let myself get lost, but as soon as the kiss started it ended.

His lips parted from mine and my eyes opened. He took a step back and placed his hands on his lips. The cold air clung to my lips and I touched them just like he had, already missing the touch. We stood there in silence for a second before he spoke,

"I'm sorry," He mumbled and walked into the house.

I felt my heart crack.

"No," I whispered. "Not Daryl."

I glanced back to the house and shook my head.

'That was a mistake.' I thought, convincing myself. 'That meant nothing to me.'

Daryl's POV

"Shit," I whispered and slammed the bedroom door shut. "What the hell was I thinking?" I kicked the bed.

I fucking kissed Beth. The feeling I had, it was something different. Before shit hit the fan on the world, getting drunk and sleeping with any woman I could was my life. Every kiss was numb, cold and meant nothing. That, was very different. Something I wish didn't happen.

Forgetting about the fire and the food, I laid myself down on the bed and closed my eyes.

"That was a mistake," I whispered to myself.

I can't ignore the way it felt, but I couldn't understand why. I knew what it was but I didn't want to. That kiss meant nothing. I don't like Beth like that, not a bit.

It was just a kiss.
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Author note:

I know this chapter is, eh, but I promise it's just about to get goooodd :)
I'm so sorry I didn't update! Things got a bit busy due to the holidays.