This is the first ever piece of my writing I have ever put out here. I've never written fanfiction before, usually, all my writings are private, but I love the character of Beth Greene. Also, this fic will be focusing on Beth/Daryl but Beth is my main focus here, her story, her life (which Daryl plays an important part in) so yeah, slow build fic.

Enjoy!

Death. That's all there is. There are milky eyes with all life gone from them. Hands, grasping for flesh. Any flesh. No one is safe. Their nails, cracked and caked in blood. Teeth that snap, now blackened from lack of care, filled with the insides of the latest meal. Limbs missing, not that they're needed anymore. The only means for them is the living. The living to be turned like them. They are dragging her under, turning her with them. Her family's gone, their milky eyes staring at her. No recognition of who they once were. Death has taken them. Now, it's come for her too.

ooOoo

Beth sits up in her bed, she can feel the sweat covering her body. She kicks her covers to the end of the bed, remembering where she is. What she did. A sharp pain pings across her wrist, stinging, an indicator of choices. Her decision, to live, ultimately. She knows she could have saved herself and awful death from being torn apart to shreds at the hands of the dead. Those things like her mother. A life of heartache that she knew was to come. But she remains here. Her business with the world unfinished. When she took that first shard to her wrist she knew; knew that she couldn't die, at least not yet. She remembers the feeling of the cool mirror glass in her hands. The life that bloomed from within her, the need to remain here swelled inside of her. Her choice. Not one that could be made by Maggie, or her father, or even Jimmy... Just her.

It's still dark outside when she decides to finally leave the confinements of her room. Closing her door as soft as she can behind her, she practically tip-toes down the stairs; less the need to want to wake her family. The back door creaks as she opens it and takes the first couple of steps outside.

Breathing in the fresh air, she revels in the feeling of the breeze on her face. The fact that she has not been outside for days just brings tears to form in her eyes. This is the life she chose. The home, the people. Her. She will Survive and she will Live. Beth puts her hands through the grass around the stairs, it's grown long without the usual care the farm has been accustomed to. The end of the world has not only changed her but her home. Ripping out the grass from the ground, she scatters them around her feet. It reminds her of when Shawn and her were younger and they would cover Maggie in the grassy leaves. Maggie would yell at them and they would laugh. But that's not how it is now, what once was could never be the same. A battle between the two lives. Old home vs. new home. New life vs. Old life.

A sound startles her to her left and she sees the members of the camp that have taken up residence in her home. Invaders or imposters? Where would her life be without them? It's Lori and the other police officer she notices. Shane is the officer's name, she recalls. Beth slinks back into the darkness, avoiding hearing the conflict going on in the others lives. She walks until she reaches the tree where she loved to play her guitar. It's sad how music would not be of help to her now. Another loss she has given up. Old life vs. new life.

Sitting down under the shade she chooses to see the beauty of life, a life that can begin anew before her. The day starting again. Just as Beth chose to do. She was starting again, just like a new day. The sunrise brings light. Roosters and chickens, ready for the day to start. What does she bring to the new day? Beth brings her life.

She sees the extra campers starting their day, ready to bring their problems into her home. Beth feels bitter towards them. It's not really the group's fault, Beth knows. But if it wasn't for Rick and his people, things would be different. She hears Maggie screaming her name and she know her peace is done. Ready to go ahead with the day under her sister's watchful eye. Maybe if she was a part of Ricks group she would have peace and quiet. Maybe she would be stronger. Maybe she would be dead. Maybe. Now all she knows is the comparisons of her life.

Old vs. New.

So I know Daryl isn't in it yet but soon. Also like I said Beth focus so I wanted her to take main priority first. Now I don't know 100% where I'm going with this fic but it will be kinda similar to canon relating to the areas where the characters have been (like the prison). Anyway. Let me know what you think!