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Beth could see the gentle rays of sunlight peeking through her window, that of which was slowly starting to seem a bit aged. She opened up her sky blue irises, and they turned to gaze towards the streams of light passing through her bedroom. She could see the tiny specs of dust floating about the air as she gazed upon the sight, and she slowly turned over on her bed after a couple moments. She couldn't help the feeling of not wanting to get up, especially after all that had happened. However, she had made a silent promise to herself after the exchange of words she and Daryl shared.
She wanted to honor her family's memory, rather than "shit on" it.
After letting out a gentle groan, Beth slowly sat up on her mattress. Her arm stung a little from where she had slit through the skin, probably due to the fact that she hasn't applied any disinfectant. That was the least of her worries, however. She knew that she'd probably be dead right now if it wasn't for the makeshift tourniquet that Daryl made, and she gave herself an internal reminder to swallow her pride and thank him for it. Now that she was less frustrated and enraged, she could calmly look at the situation through his eyes. The fact that he returned to a gruesome scene such as that probably shocked him.
She could still remember the tears in his eyes whenever he first picked her up out of the bathtub.
I really should thank him when I get the chance.. She thought to herself, letting out a sigh as she raked her fingers through her silken blonde hair. He did come back, after all. She pursed her lips together as she gently nodded to herself, finally gathering up the strength to get up and off of her bed. Due to the fact that she hasn't eaten in what felt like forever, she almost fell back over once she got back on her feet. After wobbling for a moment, she leaned up against the wall for support. She had never felt so weak in her entire life, and she knew that a meal was probably what she needed most right about now. That, and a first aid kit. I wonder where dad kept our spare.. She thought to herself. It was moved from her bathroom; more than likely, it was in the bathroom in the master bedroom downstairs. She made a small note to herself to check the cabinets there later after grabbing a bite to eat.
Slowly but surely, Beth made her way down the stairs, grabbing the rail tightly in order to steady herself. A couple times, she almost felt like she was going to fall over. She didn't know if it was because of all the blood she lost, the food she hasn't eaten, or both, but she felt like a hollow shell. Soon enough, she made her way into the kitchen, and she was greeted by the sight of Abigail and Daryl. She caught the end of their conversation, that of which was Daryl commenting on the fact that the two of them weren't eating. "This is the damn apocalypse. I'm stuffin' myself 'till I die." He finished off his statement, and Beth simply entered the room silently afterwards. She watched as Daryl raided the fridge, taking out some leftover casserole that her mother had made. It was from a few nights ago, the night just before the walkers arrived at their doors. She didn't speak as she watched Daryl from just past the corner of the entrance, noticing him pushing the meal aside.
She couldn't help but smile.
"Good morning," she called out to them both, meeting the stare of the young Abigail. "Good morning, Miss Beth," she spoke, wiping away at her tear stained cheeks. Beth saw this, and it made her chest ache a little. In a way, she couldn't help but see herself in the small girl. Offering her a small smile, she made her way over to her, kneeling beside her where she sat in one of the chairs at the dining table. "You can just call me Beth, sweetie," she spoke to her kindly. As if responding to Beth's warm expression, the small girl couldn't help but smile. "I don't have that much of an appetite, neither, but we gotta eat somethin'. How 'bout we all share the yummy casserole my mama made?" She offered, showing Daryl a kind glance. "She made a hefty servin', like always. I'm sure there's enough to share between us three. That woman always made enough to feed an army," she let out a small laugh, genuine, but with a hint of sadness behind it.
"I can make somethin' else to go with it. We should have a couple of things to put together, right?" Beth began as she began rummaging through the cabinets.
"Any ideas?" She asked, offering Daryl a small smile as she gazed over at him.
Her expression was slightly apologetic, as well as forgiving.