That night they sat by the fire. Beth and Daryl as close as humanly possible.
"Why don't you sing?"
She glared at Maggie. She didn't understand.
"I.. Uh... I can't."
Singing was something personal and something she hadn't done since the funeral home. It scared her. If she sung would she be weak again.
Daryl nudged her. His eyes pleading.
"Please finish that song."
And the words flowed.
"It's unclear now what we intend
We're alone in our own world
And you don't want to be my boyfriend and I don't wanna be your girl
And that's a relief
We'll drink our grief
And pine for summer
And we'll buy a beer to shotgun
And we'll lay in the lawn
And we'll be good
Now I'm laughing at my boredom
And my string of failed attempts
Cause you think that it's important
And I welcome the sentiment
And we'll talk on the phone at night
Until it's daylight and I feel clever
And I hear a slow in your speech
Yeah your half asleep
The love in Daryl's eyes made her almost faint.
Everyone went to bed but beth snuck into Daryl's tent and no words were exchanged he just wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep with a smile.
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Resurrection Book One(Bethyl story)Fanfiction
Hi First of all, I want to thank everyone that reads this. It is so amazing to have over 9 thousand reviews! A lot of people said they like this story but I still have issues with it. I wrote this at school during lunch period after Beth was killed...