We ultimitely decided to leave Shirewilt, but not before we searched a few more houses. I offered to check one on my own, but Rick quickly jumped in, insisting on going with me. It was odd; Rick has let me go off on my own before. What was the big deal this time?
"I just.. Don't want another accident to happen," Rick explained as we entered the house. I don't know why, but his words rubbed me the wrong way. He was treating me like I was weak!
"I can take care of myself, y'know," I grunted, walking into the kitchen. The house was surprisingly clean, and was designed like the house we had been in before.
There wasn't a whole lot of food, besides a few cans and expired items, like milk. Whoever lived here must've been smart, taking everything they could. I stuffed the cans into my duffel bag and continued searching. I opened one of the cabinets to find several first-aid kits.
Okay, so maybe these people weren't that smart, I thought as I grabbed the first-aid kits and put them in the bag. I searched the living room while Rick checked the bedrooms, but neither of us found anything worth taking.
"There's a basement," I pointed out.
"I can go down there and check it out."
Rick shook his head, holding out his arm in front of me.
"No need to get greedy. We've got enough, and we don't know what's down there," he argued, walking towards the door. Once again, his words angered me. I wasn't that mad about it, I guess I just wanted an excuse to yell, without anyone having to know the real reason.
So, before I knew it, I was lashing out, acting like a five-year-old. Just as I had with Beth.
"Why are you acting like I can't do anything? Hell, I'm probably the strongest out of all y'all! I'm gonna be the last one standing and you know it!" I shouted, slamming my fist on the kitchen counter. Rick stopped and turned around, a look of confusion on his face.
"Daryl, keep your voice down!" he warned, looking around frantically. But I didn't listen, I just kept yelling.
"You shouldn't be scared for me, you should be scared of me!" I scowled, taking a step towards him.
"I'm a lot stronger than you, Rick."
Rick stayed silent for a moment, looking at me with narrow eyes.
"Maybe," he said calmly, "but that's not why you're mad. You're mad because we left her. You're mad at yourself for letting her die."
My eyes went wide with shock. He'd seen right through me. Was it really that obvious?
"I'm sorry we left her, but what else were we supposed to do? Look for her as a walker and then shoot her in the head again? Daryl, seeing her as a walker and then putting her down would've made things even worse for you and Maggie. And what happened wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could've done."
I opened my mouth to argue, but I wasn't sure what to say. The way Rick said it was just too convincing. Maybe there really was nothing we could've done.
Even so, I still knew nothing would ever be the same. We were all broken beyond repair.
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Bethyl: Remember Me
FanfictionAfter Beth died, no one was ever the same. Tyreese was killed while he and Noah were scouting Shirewilt Estates, where Noah used to live. We had a funeral for him. Buried him and everything. We never did that for Beth. We tried to, but before we cou...
