BETHYL AND #12
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#12 – things you said when you thought I was asleep
It was one of the warmer nights, where the mosquitos would linger in the air and the crickets chirped until day broke. Beth was laying down on the ground of the forest, leaves sneaking their way through her golden locks as she watched the stars wink at her from above. Daryl was sitting down next to her, his arms resting on his knees as he stared into the trees, knife clutched in one hand.
‘You should get some sleep.’ Beth advised, yawning. ‘We’ve set up the traps, we’ve checked the area.’ She dropped her voice slightly so it sounded gentler. ‘Daryl, nothing’s coming. Nothing’s chasing us. Not tonight.’
He looked down, finding her wide blue eyes on his, watching her upside-down mouth twitch into a smile. ‘C’mon.’ She said, her hand reaching up and tugging on his vest. He scanned the trees one last time before giving in. Daryl lay down so his head was just touching hers, the knife still in his hand, but loosely held. They usually slept like that, not side by side, but opposite each other, so when they’d wake up in the middle of the night, they could sit up and check in front of them for danger, and then behind them for reassurance. Just to make sure the other was still there.
‘You think we’re gonna find them soon?’ Beth asked tiredly. Daryl could hear the lull in her voice, a sound he had grown well-accustomed to since they had been separated from everyone. Since they had been alone.
He shrugged, and Beth seemed to know he had, because she let out a breath of laughter and said quietly, ‘goodnight, Daryl.’
He swallowed, and managed, ‘night.’
Beth wasn’t sure how long had passed, but somehow she couldn’t block out the crickets, couldn’t find sleep. She played with a stick she found on the ground next to her, then ripped up some leaves, hoping the movement would make her tired. As she finally began to feel her eyes grow heavy, she let her hand fall next to her side and heard the sound of her breathing even out. Halfway between sleeping and awake, she heard the familiar sound of Daryl’s low voice.
‘Sorry.’ He didn’t move, didn’t turn his head, and Beth had a suspicion that he thought she was sleeping. ‘I – sorry ‘bout your dad. Sorry ‘bout Maggie.’ He let out a shaky breath and Beth didn’t dare move until he finished. There was a bit of silence, where Beth had to remember not to hold her breath.
‘Sorry ‘bout it all, Beth.’
And she felt her insides twist at his words, her heart race with anticipation for his next ones.
She heard his ripping up leaves in his hands and she bit back a smile. He let out a low sigh, his voice shaking. ‘Sorry if I ain’t enough.’
And at his words, she felt tears coming to her eyes, because even though she had no-one else, she had him. And he had her. And he was enough. They were enough.
She sat up slightly, turning her head so she could leave a lingering kiss on his forehead, and she heard his breath hitch at the realization that she had heard it all. Laying back down, she tried to calm the beating of her heart as she looked back to the stars and said softly, ‘you’re enough, Daryl.’ And it took him a few more minutes to be able to breathe again properly, but when he finally did, he found the hammering of his heart wasn’t as painful against his ribcage as before and her voice seemed to linger sweetly around him in the warm air.