[Out of the shadows walked a familiar, if older and more worn, face. His hair was longer and shaggier, the lines on his face deeper, but there was no mistaking Daryl for anyone else.
And for him, there was no mistaking Beth for anyone else.
He'd been fighting the idea that this place was some sort of afterlife for the few days he and Jesus had been here. Seeing her, though, he couldn't help but accept it. He'd carried her out of the hospital in his arms. Blood dripping from the hole in her head that asshole cop had blasted into it before he delivered one through her head in return.
Daryl gulped and blinked for a second, mind blanking on anything to say. He just ended up staring with tears forming in his eyes.]
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And for him, there was no mistaking Beth for anyone else.
He'd been fighting the idea that this place was some sort of afterlife for the few days he and Jesus had been here. Seeing her, though, he couldn't help but accept it. He'd carried her out of the hospital in his arms. Blood dripping from the hole in her head that asshole cop had blasted into it before he delivered one through her head in return.
Daryl gulped and blinked for a second, mind blanking on anything to say. He just ended up staring with tears forming in his eyes.]