Teamdelusional Stories

A Bethyl fanfic, from after Beth is taken in Alone then AU after that.

Death isn't necessarily as black and white as we think. This story is about the grey death of Beth Greene. Because sometimes the music never stops.

It's been two months since Beth's death at the hospital. Daryl is still broken and shattered by the loss of the one girl he thought he could love. In her honor he's started to keep a journal of his own, telling his love about what he goes through without her. One day, when out by himself, he decides to make a list. A list containing his favorite things about her, his favorite moments with her. And Daryl finds, that by letting go, you can get things back.

“What would you do if I died today?” “I'd die tomorrow.” Rick Grimes has some thoughts as he watches Daryl carry a dead Beth Greene out of Grady.

This is the events after the midseason finale. I know episodes have aired. But this is how I see it played out on the other end.. a team delusional theories story.

"Wait" That damn doctor tellin' us to wait. What the hell can he do now - he can't save her! "There might be a way to save her," The hell's he talkin about? People die when they get shot through the damn brain - he's gotta be lyin'. "You can save my lil sister?" What's this bitch on, ain't no way he's tellin' us the truth. "Do it. I don't care what it takes - just save her." "Now, it might take some time, but it's possible." "Rick?" I don't wanna leave her side... I can't lose her again, I can't lose her to this place again. --------------------------------- How The Walking Dead should have gone about Coda and even more! Warning: this will contain a whole load of feels for Beth Greene fans, members of Team Delusional, Bethyl shippers, and Richonne shippers.

The storyline has nothing to do with any episodes of the walking dead, for it's all created from a dream I had last night!

After 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 could bury her, there was a storm. We had to take shelter, and when we went back to finish, Beth was GONE. We looked for her for days, but we never found her. Everyone else just assumed that she had somehow turned. I didn't want to believe them, but at some point I realized there was no more hope. Because the only source of hope we had was gone. Beth was gone.