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Summary: Betty was far from the typical refined southern heritage. Having drifted from her family at a young age, she never saw or heard from then again.
So when a apocalypse hits, she doesn't really care. That is until she meets her brother again.

On the drive back to the highway, Betty had managed to tell Daryl about Shane sending her to Juvi. Naturally he had been so angered that he had to pull over, he had climbed back on however and promised to beat the hell out of Shane when they got to the highway. Once they had arrived, he didn't even greet the three people that were waiting patiently.

"Wheres Shane, Imma kill 'im." He cursed.

Rick's eyes fell to the ground at that time, and Betty frowned. "He's gone" He announced.

Betty covered her mouth quickly, unable to say anything. Luckily for her, the rest of the group drove back and the awkward silence that had fell on the group, was suddenly turned into a more comfortable one. High spirits were around the group, Lori, T-Dog, Beth, Maggie and Glen had returned unharmed, but Patricia and Andrea were missing. Soon Carol, Johnny and Valerie came but something was dreadfully wrong.

Once the vehicle was parked, Betty squinted to see that Valerie was drooping in the passenger seat.

"She alright?" Daryl asked, having caught on to Betty's changed mood.

Johnny shook his head, he dragged Valerie out of the passenger seat and placed her on the ground, so her back was leaning up against the car door. The group surrounded her, only to see a large wound on her neck, one resembling a bite mark.

Betty felt her body quake with dread, she sunk to her knees beside Valerie's body, barely registering the strong hands that gripped her shoulders. Valerie coughed violently from the ground, her skin paling drastically while she struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Valerie" She whispered.

"Ah-ah found 'em on her, ah didn't git thar in time" Johnny choked.

Betty nodded in recognition, she grabbed Valerie's delicate hand and squeezed it softly. Valerie gently regarded her, her lips trying their hardest to form a proper sentence. Frustration was evident in her face, but she squeezed Betty's hand back.

"S-shoot me now" She pleaded.

Betty shook her head, tears freely falling down her cheeks. "No!" She hissed.

Valerie propped herself up with difficulty, gazing at both Betty and Johnny hard. "I-i don't want to turn into one of them. Please do this for me, y-you promised. Remember?" She begged, her own tears forming in her eyes.

Betty and Johnny both remembered. They had all made a pact, if one was to be bit, the rest of the group was to kill the infected one. Now it was her turn to go, Betty felt her heart pang but Valerie was smiling slightly.

"It'll be alright" She reassured.

Betty nodded, and Daryl slipped a gun into her hand. The rest of the group backed away, while Johnny and Betty both held the gun together. They aimed it in the centre of Valerie's skull, and she stared up at them.

"We love you" Johnny whispered.

"Ditto" Valerie replied, before the trigger was pulled.

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It had been two weeks since the group departed from the highway, leaving Valerie's small grave on the side of the road behind. Andrea had gone missing and the group assumed she was dead, and everyone found out that Rick had killed Shane. Lori and Rick weren't talking and tensions had risen between the two. Although Rick's relationship with Lori had turned sour, he had turned to someone he thought unlikely.

Betty had forgiven Rick.

She had decided that she had too many loses, and she wasn't going to lose her brother now. She was grieving Valerie's death still, but every day was becoming easier and easier. Rick had been over the moon that Betty wanted to start over, and it seemed like they were children again, doing stupid things together when they could.

Unfortunately as the days went on, things started to become more serious.

Betty's relationship with Daryl had taken another turn, they had basically come out about their relationship to the group and now Betty stayed in Daryl's tent. Johnny was happy for the pair, but every now and then he would feel lonely and in Carol, he found companionship.

Betty was happy for the pair, both of them had lost so much and they had found one another. It was the same for her and Daryl.

Now she was sitting beside Daryl by a small campfire, her tucked into his side while his arm circled her shoulders. She was sharpening his knife for him, while he secretly fed her a mouthful or two of squirrel.

"Ya'll are like a married couple" Johnny remarked, laughing slightly.

Daryl grinned, glancing down at Betty affectionately. "Sumthin' like that" He mumbled.

Johnny made a vomiting noise, and hauled Carol up. Together they walked back over to Rick, who had the group surrounding a large fire pit. Betty looked up at Daryl questionably, tugging at his shirt for attention.

"Wha' did ye mean like that? We ain't married" She mumbled.

"Dun' mean ah dun love ya" He whispered softly.

Betty froze and she sat upright, staring at him with wide eyes. "Ye love me?" She whispered. He nodded and she claimed his lips with her own. "Ah love ye too" She said in between kisses.

He grabbed her and tucked her beneath his arm again, and then and there, Betty realised that even if the world had turned to shit. She still had Daryl Dixon to make it all better.

Sorry guys, I have to end it there. I have no motivation to continue this story, but I thank you for the great reviews and feedback. Check out my page for other stories, and so sorry for the abrupt way it ended.