She ran.

She had ran out of the funeral home when walkers had broken through the front door of the funeral home. She ran until she was knocked out of the way by something, she didn't know what, until she was being dragged into the trunk of a car.

"Daryl! Daryl, please!"

The car that took her away from what had been their safe place. From him.

And she had ran after seeing an arm get amputated right in front her, because the man had been bitten. She stood while the police officer slapped her in the face, telling her she was part of a system. And she ran after killing the same woman a day after. She ran through the woods, no idea in the world where she was running to, or where she was. No idea where he was.

Then her legs gave out, and now Beth was trudging through the woods, her boots muddy, her clothes bloody and ripped, and her face had a fairly impressive wound on her left cheek.

"I'm not gonna leave you!" Beth yelled as walkers kept pushing her back, pushing her away from Daryl, out of his sight.

And that's exactly what she had done. She didn't want to, she fought her way to untangle herself from her captor's arms, but had failed. There was not one day when she didn't think about him, about his whereabouts…whether he was alive. Flashbacks of their last conversation kept rolling through like a film through her head.

"What changed your mind?" Beth asked curiously, her smile getting bigger and she noticed his cheeks flushing the faintest red.

And then when he looked at her, those piercing eyes staring at her. He looked both uncomfortable and calm at the same time. She knew he was waiting for her to say something, anything at all. But what could she say?

Beth stared back, smile fading, but not exactly turning into a frown. She was finally able to let one word escape her lips. "Oh".

She had wanted more than anything to finish that conversation, and find a way how to deal with everything that had happened between them. However, she needed to find him first. She needed to know he was alive.

The snapping of a tree branch startled Beth, as she quickly spun around, eyeing her surroundings; she pulled out her knife just as fast. She waited in silence for a few seconds, then when the coast was clear, she continued on her way through the leaves.

Of course, she thought of the others too. Maggie, Rick, Glenn, Judith, Carl, Michonne, Tyreese...everyone. Her dad. But she had convinced herself that they were gone, erased. She truly believed her and Daryl were the only ones left. Boy, was she wrong.

About 15 minutes later, she heard a voice.

"Beth!"

She stopped and grabbed her knife. It was far away, and hard to hear, but she had sworn it sounded like Daryl. Like his Redneck accent.

Then again, she'd been hearing a lot of things recently. Her daddy telling her she could be whatever she wants to be when she grows up, Maggie singing with her whenever she felt sad, his voice whenever she thought of him…so she continued walking, still alert.

"Beth! Are you out there?"

This time Beth didn't stop in her tracks, she drew towards the voice, it getting louder every few steps.

"Beth!"

This was frustrating the blonde now, as the voice was loud and clear, but there was no image. No body, no nothing. Then she turned her head, and focused on a small group of people. She noticed a tall, shorter haired brunette, walking with a man who looked a lot like…Glenn.

She walked quickly now, trying to see the faces more clearly. Maggie. Rick. Carl. Michonne. Tyreese. Sasha. Bob. And Carol? They were all there. Except one.

She quietly made her way closer, almost too close. The fall leaves couldn't keep her cover though, as the group pointed their gun to the sound of them crumbling and crunching beneath her shoes. Beth stood still, breathing heavily. Her eyes started to water. "Maggie?" she choked out.

Maggie dropped her knife and ran over to her sister in shock. "Beth!"

The water works began, as they started to sob into each other shoulder. They had started to laugh in disbelief, as they hugged each other tighter than ever before. Then everybody else joined in. All but one.

After a few minutes of joy and tears, Beth stepped back and looked around, tears still going down her face. Where was he?

"What happened to your face, and your clothes?" Maggie asked quickly, noticing her appearance now that her vision wasn't so blurry with tears.

Beth smiled. "I can tell you anything you need to know later. I promise. I just need to take a breath…" she exclaimed, putting her hand up to her chest. Her hands felt where her heart would be, her chest rising and falling quickly. "Where is he—where's Daryl?" she eventually asked.

"He, uh, he stays behind a little bit. He says he's looking for food, but…" Rick trailed off.

"But what?" Beth asked.

Rick smiled. "Nothin'. You know how much he loves his rabbits. He should be catchin' up to us now," pointing behind him.

She took a deep breath. "I'll be right back! Promise," she yelled as she backed away from the group.

And then she ran again.

Author's note: Hey guys! So I've started this. What have I done to myself? Seriously?! I'm setting myself up for heartbreak and a tremendous amount of feelings. I hope to update once a week, (if you guys keep comin' back for more…) haha I really hope you enjoy this, the next chapter will be a bethyl reunion so this is just to get started and for you to just see what her mindset is at the moment. I know you probably read this same kind of story over and over on here, but I'll try and take them different routes And I'll try to make it as heartbreaking and heartwarming as possible , haha. So leave a review and tell me what you think! -Courtney