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Along with Daryl, Beth helped in making sure that the house was all locked up. The last thing she wanted was any of those things getting in the house, as well, so she even bothered to double check while the two boys exchanged a few words. In a way, double checking helped calm her back down and eased her nerves.
We should be safe now, she thought to herself with a soft sigh.
As safe as safe can possibly be these days.
As Daryl situated himself across the couch, stating that he was going to get some sleep, Beth nodded towards him even though his eyes were covered. "I'll head off to bed too, then," she spoke, flashing Kevin a friendly smile. "I'll see y'all in the mornin', then."
The blonde haired girl bobbed her way up the stairs, making her way over to her bedroom. Abigail was sleeping soundly in her bed, and this brought a small smile to Beth's face. "Hey, scoot over," she spoke to the sleepy girl playfully. Less than half-conscious, she turned and looked over at Beth lazily. "Miss.. Beth?" she began, though Beth placed an index finger over her lips in hushing. "Just scoot," she spoke in a kind murmur, and soon the young girl obeyed.
Beth climbed into bed with her, getting comfortable. The bed was a full size, granting more than enough room for the both of them. With a pleasant sigh, Beth allowed Abigail to snuggle up against her, a teddy bear resting in the space between them. "Goodnight, Abbie," she spoke affectionately to the innocent next to her, giving her a small kiss on the crown of her head. She hummed contently, smiling to herself until she fell asleep once more. Beth just knew that she wouldn't be able to get any sleep alone that night, so she took some comfort from Abigail's presence, and she seemed to be doing just the same.
The two slept soundly all through the night despite themselves.
The two girls woke soon after the sunlight peeked through the window. A small ruckus could be heard from downstairs, and Beth took that as a sign that Daryl or Kevin were up and getting ready. "Come on, Abbie girl. Wake up," she spoke to the tired youngster beside her. She let out a small groan of displeasure in response. "What time is it?" she called out as she yawned, throwing her tiny arms above her head in a stretch. "Early," Beth responded as she looked out the window, giving her pale blue eyes a sleepy rub. "But, it's almost time for us to leave. Come on, I'll fix your hair for you," she smiled, and Abigail seemed to perk up at this.
"Okay!"
Beth combed out her light brown, dirty blonde locks gently. Abigail hummed contently at this, seemingly happy to have someone tending to her. Beth could understand her feelings completely, for Maggie and her mother used to always love putting her hair up when she was younger. I wonder if this is how they felt, she thought as she eased Abigail's hair into an adorable pair of pigtails.
It feels pretty nice.
Soon enough, Beth could hear Daryl calling from downstairs. "Go on. I'll be down in a minute," she told Abigail, and she gathered her things and scurried off obediently.
Afterwards, Beth packed some of her essentials into her old backpack—a few changes of clothes, a spare pair of shoes, a small teddy bear that her family gave her for sentimental value, etc—and made her way downstairs. Kevin was there in the living room, packing a few more things into a bag. "Hey, mornin'," he called out to her before nudging his head over to the window. "He and the little one are already out there in the truck."
"Alright, you ready?" she flashed him a polite smile as he adjusted the straps of the bag on his shoulder. He nodded in response.
"Okay, let's go."
The two made their way out into the truck. Abigail took the small seat in between the passenger and driver, and Beth went ahead and slid into the passenger's seat. Kevin didn't object to sitting in the back in the truck bed, and he got situated well enough. "So, where are we headed?" he began with a toothy grin as he rubbed his dark hands together excitedly, turning his head to face the three of them through the small window facing the back of the truck.
Beth turned towards Daryl, a small smile on her face as her expression repeated the question.
Just think of this as going on a camping trip of something, she reassured herself.
It's a lot less scary that way.
Daryl revved the old engine to life, giving the memory-filled farmhouse one final glance and attaching the pleasant past to it. He was always fond of this historic place, ever since he first stepped foot through the emerald door, greeted by Mrs. Greene and her beaming smile. He remembered Maggie's insistent questions and Hershel's nonchalant interview, accepting the job and getting started with farmwork, seeing Beth's innocent smile for the first time. Daryl had so many fond memories attached to the Greene family in the short time he'd known them, and he never appreciated them in the slightest--not until the family itself was taken away.