Daryl could barely believe his eyes after the trade off in the hospital corridor- Beth, Beth, walking down towards them, hugging Rick with all her might. He was feeling so much in that moment: rage at the officers that stole her from him, that night at the funeral home, a moment he often beat himself up over every night since he lost her. He was finally able to breathe again knowing she was so close, so real, still alive. Alive. He knew she would make it through, he knew he had to find her, and here she was again.
He cleared his throat, glancing at his feet after realizing he had been staring at her for quite a bit. Daryl really couldn't help himself, he wanted to drink in this moment, hoping to never have to feel this worry of her being gone from all of them again. After losing everyone at the prison, Beth had been his beacon of hope in the darkness. He raised his eyes, glancing around before his eyes set back on Beth, waiting for the go ahead to get the hell out of this hospital. As the group started walking back down the stairwell, Daryl slowed his pace, trying to linger back to speak to Beth for the first time in weeks.
