“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.” // @madeiit
Daryl grunted, avoiding Beth's burning gaze. It was late into the evening, Daryl had taken up an extra few night shifts because he couldn't seem to sleep since she came back.
Beth fuckin' Greene. Alive, in the flesh, with a man named Morgan lookin' for Rick Grimes. Daryl had been sure he was hallucinating; it wouldn't be the first time. Back after he had lost Merle, back in Georgia, he was taunted by Merle's voice in his head. He still heard it some days, Merle calling him Darlina and callin' him a bitch for the lifestyle he was living now.
It was the same with Beth, but the opposite. Her voice was soft and calming, telling him he was doing the right thing, that he was good, that there was something left to hold onto in this world when he was feeling his lowest or pushing himself too far off the brink of sanity. It had been a bumpy road to Alexandria.
Seeing her, that blonde with a slightly different face than what he remembered, (in his visions, her skin wasn't scarred from her time at Grady. He remembered her beautiful face illuminated in the candlelight from the coffin of the funeral home, that smile, the "Oh,"-) he froze in his spot. Her name came out of his mouth without hesitation, his heart sped up, he could feel the beat of his blood pumping in his ears echoing over his own word: she was alive.
"Suit yourself," He finally rasped, taking a deep breath and glancing at his feet. His crossbow suddenly felt heavy in his arms, remembering the last time it was just the two of them. He gestured quietly with his arms, offering the weapon to her. "Been a while since ya practiced."
