Chapter 1

As soon as Beth saw the headlights coming towards her, she froze. She knew that all types of things were possible in the apocalypse. She saw her dad's head get cut off! But she didn't think people would ever want to kidnap anyone anymore. What would be the purpose of that? Beth had no clue. So, she was more that a little shocked when she saw two bright yellow lights coming her way at full speed down the dark road.

She saw the car speed up as she stood there like a deer in the headlights. "Beth!" She heard. It was muffled. Is this what it's like right before you die, she thought to herself. Then, suddenly, two arms grabbed her waist and pulled her to the side.

Beth grunted as she hit the ground. She quickly came to her senses as she realized what was happening. A shudder rolled down her spine as she jump up off of the dirt and looked down around to find Daryl getting onto his feet. He pulls her into the shadow of a tree as the car abruptly stops and someone steps out of the passenger seat with a crowbar. The figure swears as he whips his head to side-to-side looking for the blonde.

Daryl lets out a relieved breath after the person gets back inside of the vehicle. Then he realizes that they're temporary safe house was bombarded with walkers, so he grabs Beth's arm gently, then stops when ehe notices she's shaking. He looks down at the small girl. "Hey. We gotta go." He tells her. She looks at him with wild eyes and he gently grabs her elbow to move her out from the side of the tree. "Where's your stuff?" he asks. She slowly takes back her elbow and steps onto the side of the road, looking both ways first.

She then snatches her backpack off of the ground and slings it quickly onto her back. She glances back to look at Daryl and he nods forward to signal to her to start moving. She takes off at a running start with Daryl right beside her as they spring away from their only sanctuary since they've found since the prison. And, like the prison, it didn't last for very long.

Daryl speaks up after almost a mile of transitioning from running to walking to jogging all night when the duo comes to a crossroads. "Which way do ya' wanna go, girl?" he grunts. Beth shrugs her weak shoulders. They've had to take a few breaks throughout the rest of the night due to her ankle injury. After a short moment of contemplation, she points to the direction of the way the sun is coming up.

They decide to turn to the right after a while, and follow the sun. This time, they stick to just walking. Beth speaks up after hours of silence. "Thanks." She says. Daryl glances at Beth, squinting. He notices how dirty she looks. She has mud in her hair that almost makes it brown, and her polo has multiple red blood stains.

He grunts. "Didn't do nothin.'" Her jaw almost drops and it takes her a few seconds to think of a right answer. "You pulled me out from the middle of the road while I just stood there like an idiot." After this statement, Beth gazes down at the road in front of her. "You were just in shock, that's all." He replies. "Yeah, but-" And she gets cut off.

She looked sideways at Daryl as she was speaking and what she noticed behind him was what she stopped speaking at. Then she roughly grabs his arm and pulls him back into the woods. "What was that for?" Daryl demands. Beth just puts a finger up to her mouth to shush him. Taking her word for it, he obeys.

When they've waited some minutes, they hear voices. "-s this way." They hear. The voice belongs to a man. Beth and Daryl hear leaves crunching as many people approach the forest that they're momentarily hiding in.

They realize their mistake a minute too late. They freeze when they hear a gun cock and the same voice say, "Lookie what we got here. A bowman, and a girl. What to do, what to do…"

The two allies slowly turn around to face the group of men all pointing some sort of weapon at them. The group leader analyzes them, and vice versa. Then, he lowers his rifle and sticks his barrell of it in the ground. Daryl stays stiff and shifts to the right a bit, more in front of Beth instead of just next to her. It doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of the people surrounding him. The leader speaks in a soft, yet intimidating voice. "Now, if you don't hurt us, we won't hurt you."

Beth can feel the pocket knife in her back pocket like weights are pulling her down. Her hand itches to pull it out, but she knows that that would just cause more trouble. She know Daryl thinks the same because he hasn't moved his crossbow from his side. The next thing the man says makes both of them go on edge and stiffen so tight their bones ache. "But, we do need you to come with us. Or be forced to come." He shrugs. "Your choice."

A/N: Hey guys! First of all, thx for reading this, if you finished this chapter! Please review, favorite, and follow the story! That would just make me feel sssooo warm and fuzzy inside! Also, please check out my other stories, Walking On Hot Coals, and Broken; A TWD Story. I update all of my stories daily, and this is a brand new one. Feel free to tell me in the reviews who you think the group is that Daryl and Beth ran into! I'll give you a hint; it's someone from the TV Show and/or comics. THX FOR READING! :)