just another dead girl;

Daryl felt truly disgusting after the weeks of living in that fucking closet, feeling better and a little sick after changing his clothes and gorging on an entire jar of peanut butter. He hadn’t hesitated to make his way outside, remembering where the his bike was. He didn’t care who saw him as he attacked Fat Joey, letting out all his rage, all his pent up humiliation, his aching in his heart over the loss of his family that he’d been living with all alone these several weeks. // @deadgrlxwalking

“Someone call the fifties, they’re missing their zombies,” he laughed. “It’d be a trip and a half. Even better if they were blurting out random memories or something, grocery lists. Anything but that awful noise they make now.” 

It was a terrible rasping sound and Peter couldn’t stand it. That sound kept him up most of the night when he was around ground level. “That’s cool. It’s great to meet you too, actually. I uh.. well, I don’t know where I am. Do you know where the nearest road is?”

Beth laughed at his response but it was quickly followed by silence “Oh man, that’d be more terrifying, I think. What if the walkers tried starting having conversations with people that weren’t there?” Beth made even herself feel creeped out at this thought.

Beth figured she could deal with the rasping sound over actual speech. It told her that these things weren’t human anymore. “You lost?” was all she asked.

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                ’ She’s been cryin’ all mornin’ , but it’s nothin’ I can’t HANDLE .                   Carl was fussy , too , y’just gotta give it time . ’

I've survived and you don't get it 'cause I'm not like you or them. But I made it and you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid.

Michonne realized the game too late. She tried to pull her head back, but the liquid from the can sloshed upwards, catching some on her nose, but her lips and chin caught the full force of it.

She sputtered a bit, moving her head back to wipe the liquid off. A smile broke out. “And I fell for that. Fair enough.”

Beth laughed at the whole ordeal. It was nice to have a little fun, especially since things could get pretty dark and drab. 

“Well?” She asked Michonne, still laughing “What’s it smell like?”

Blonde hair. For a moment, Peter was reminded of Gwen and had to stop himself from making the connection. That would likely fail though.

He waved at her lamely. “Right, I mean they don’t talk or anything, that’d be trippy. Not that we need more weird things going on anyway. I’m Peter. Uh, Peter Parker, I’m from New York. I take it you’re from around here then? You know, accent and all.”

Beth noticed him looking at her a little strange. But she was used to that, people always did. 

At his words, Beth laughed. Really, truly laughed. It had been awhile. “Oh, could you imagine? I wonder what the walkers would say. Probably just talk about needing more brains to eat or something.”

Then, once she could breath again “Oh, yeah. I’m from around here. I’m Beth. Beth Greene. It’s nice to meet you Peter.”

It was definitely out of character, especially to the Saviors, of Shane to be hugging a woman. Or hugging anyone, for that matter.

“Thank God.”

He whispered quietly, pulling away from her. He searched her for any injuries. The only one being the cut on her face.

“Are.. You okay?”

Beth wanted to tell him everything, she had wanted to tell anyone the truth about it all for a long time now. But she had learned that biting your tongue was far better than speaking the truth. For everyone involved. 

When Beth spoke, she didn’t look at Shane but at the people behind them--they were still staring.

“Shrimp what-ever.” Daryl grumbled back, quietly thinking to himself to go hunting early the next morning. “Get us squirrel tomorrow. Or a rabbit.” He didn’t lie to himself and imagine getting a buck. It wasn’t the season where they were just roaming around, and he had no leads. And he wasn’t sure if he could bother with dragging Beth around the forest, for both of their sake. She had been a good sport so far, but he knew he didn’t always have the best patience. 

Shane had ended up with the Saviors after quite a few other groups. Survivors, Joe, Woodbury, Terminus, he had stayed with Kingdom for a little bit. But ended up leaving.

Negan had heard of this hospital, and naturally went to go intimidate them. It was a hell of a surprise when Shane’s name was called, and all guns were immediately fixed on Beth.

It took Shane a moment to recognize her, but the second he did, he found himself dropping his gun, and making a run for her. He was quick to pull her into a tight embrace. Why? Who knows. It just felt right. Nice to know that she got off the farm safely.

Beth hadn’t expected what happened next. At first, and probably because being at the hospital for too long caused her to be on edge, Beth jumped when she was met with what seemed like a thousand gun barrels aimed right at her. Who were these people? Time seemed to stand still and a breath caught in Beth’s throat. For a second, she thought that this was the end. It felt like a relief.