The arrow zipped through the air at the high speed and whizzed past Beth with her arm in the air. It sunk through the walker's skull, which soon fell to the ground. Beth lowered her knife, turning around with a scowl on her face. "I had that."

Daryl stood 10 feet behind her, crossbow raised. "Why didn't you get it then?" Beth fell silent, staring at the man questioning her as he lowered his crossbow. She didn't want to admit it, but she did hesitate when facing the walker. She couldn't help but think of if someone had encountered her deceased father like this. Growling, reaching for her to get her flesh. She saw it in every walker she killed now. After all, he had just died.

"It don't matter," Daryl said. "Let's keep going." Beth snapped out of her daze to see the man she was staring at now showed a softer expression on his face. He turned around quickly, picking up their black bag of supplies, and she paused for another second before following him.

The sun had just rose and started to shine through the trees. Water droplets were still falling off of branches and leaves after the storm they had gone through the night before. Neither of them had gotten any sleep, being locked in the trunk all night, weapons drawn, never relaxing.

Beth followed Daryl silently and tiredly. With the way she was walking, she almost resembled a walker, herself. Daryl spotted a tight opening in the forest where they could stop and start a small fire to cook whatever food wasn't scared away from the thunder.

He stopped, and Beth almost ran into him, stuck in her thoughts. "This will have to do." Daryl said, taking out their string with objects to be able to hear the monsters, ready to tie it to trees.

Beth bent down to help him. "How long are we staying?" She asked. When the trap was set, they both stood up, and Daryl looked at her.

It's been 17 days. Beth's leg was still hurting with every step, and Maggie was helping her walk down a long road with no end in sight. No one spoke while they walked in the hot Georgia sun.

Eventually, Rick started to slow as they approached a crossroads with signs pointing to a highway deeper in Georgia, then another sign pointing to Virginia. Beth spots it right away, remembering Noah. "Virginia," she whispers. Maggie looks at her in confusion.

Beth breaks free of Maggie's grip and limps forward, staring at the sign. "Virginia!" She shouts. The whole group looks at her as she goes to Noah's side. "That's your home. You have a camp." She says. Beth's head whips in the direction of Rick's and she almost falls over, but Daryl holds her up. "We have to go." She made a promise that she would get him there.

Rick glances at Noah. "You have a camp?"

The young man shrugs. "We did. It's been… a year. My childhood home is there. In Richmond."

Rick nods, looking at the sign. Next to it is a mile mark. It would be a lot of distance to cover, but they could do it. "We'll go," he says.

They start off in that direction, Beth still being helped by Daryl at the back of the group. Maggie had wandered forward Glenn as Beth heard them laughing and talking.

Beth couldn't help herself. "Daryl?" She spoke. He grunted in response to his name. It almost relaxed him every time her small, comforting voice said it. Beth hesitated before speaking, as if not wanting to know the answer to the question she would ask. "Did Maggie even try and look for me?"

Daryl waited to speak, trying to find the correct words to just say "no." He felt a change in the pace of Beth's breathing as she took his silence as a negative answer.

"She cares about ya'. She didn't think you would've made it this far, so she didn't search for an answer." Daryl responded. Beth's steps slowed against the road as tears came to her eyes.

"Did you look for me?" She questioned, wanting to hear the answer.

"Of course," Daryl said. "I didn't stop, girl." He spoke softly with his eyes glued to his feet with every step, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to say the words and show the emotions he felt. Beth could hear in his voice that he was being truthful and honest.

Beth turned to look at him and threw her arms around him in a hug, much like how she did at the shack in the woods. This time, it was a different feeling. Instead of aggression and emotion, it was just caring for each other, knowing that they had gone through stuff other people hadn't. In that moment, Daryl started to realize that maybe it was okay to talk to others about how he felt.

Before he thought about it too much, he drew back from Beth while clearing his throat and he nodded towards the group who had gained some distance since they had stopped. "We gotta go." He grabbed her waist as her arm went around him. The biggest smile since she had gotten Noah out was on her face, and Daryl fought back the urge to smile with her.

The group stopped when they reached a larger city with cars and trucks. Rick stumbled upon a van that would fit the majority of the group to go to Virginia, but the others would have to ride in a separate car.

Beth volunteered herself to travel in the car. "I could slow people down in the van, if someone happens."

Daryl stepped next to her, crushing the leaves of fall at his feet. "I'll go in the car with her." He knew she could take care of herself, but he'd be damned if something bad happened to her and she was separated from her family again. Not on his watch.

Tyreese volunteered to go with the two, as well as Sasha after him. After siphoning as much gas as they could from nearby, then they all climbed in the car and van, Noah in the van to provide directions while the car followed the van. Daryl and Beth climbed in the front, Daryl driving.

Tyreese and Sasha quickly fell asleep in the backseat, leaving Daryl and Beth to themselves. They sat in comfortable silence for the majority of the time, keeping their eyes on the road and around them as they looked for potential threats. As they got closer to the city and as night came, they found themselves spotting more and more walkers.

"Do you think it'll be there?" Beth asked Daryl early the next morning. It was almost time to switch with Sasha and Tyreese so they could sleep in the back. They had been driving for hours and were over halfway there.

"I guess we'll see," Daryl responded. The blonde woman looked over at him, trying to read his facial features. She had so many questions about the man that went unanswered.

"Do you want it to be there?" Beth asked him. Sometimes, she couldn't tell if Daryl wanted to find more people. She knew it was hard for him to open up, and she also knew that he would do anything to protect the people around him, even if he didn't always vocalize it.

"Do you?" Daryl shot back at her. He shifted in his seat, obviously slightly uncomfortable. Beth fell silent and sat back in her seat. She didn't want to think about if there were people at Noah's old camp that were anything like the people at Grady or Woodbury. She wasn't sure that she was ready to interact with a whole new group of people so soon after the fall of the prison and being stuck in Atlanta with people who had taken her.

"I don't know." She finally answered with a sigh. Another moment of silence passed between them, and Beth could tell that Daryl wanted to say something. "What is it," she asked.

Daryl waited another second before asking, eyes never moving from the road, "Did they hurt ya there?" His tone changed to a much more harsh one.

Beth sat for a second, unresponsive, not knowing how to answer the question. "Not much."

Though his face didn't change, his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel from gripping it so hard, and he slightly pressed on the gas harder. It was all his fault. He let her get away from him. He let her get taken. He couldn't stop her from getting hurt.

"I'm okay," Beth spoke. She knew that Daryl would try to blame himself, just like he did back at the shack when her daddy died. She had to let him know that she was okay, and would be okay. "Everything is fine, Daryl."

"'M sorry," he mumbled. He doesn't find it easily to apologize. No one around him growing up ever did. It was always a "my way or the highway" kind of deal. But, he felt the need to apologize to Beth.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Daryl Dixon. Stop that. I can take care of myself. They were always gonna take me." Beth told him, wishing him to look at her. "Okay?"

Daryl let out a sigh. Sasha stirred behind the pair as Beth continued looking over at Daryl. She sat up with a stretch and leaned forward. "You guys ready to switch?"

Beth's eyes stayed on Daryl's until he pulled over and shut the car off. He looked over at her for the first time since they had started talking, and didn't look away until the word "okay" was out of his mouth.

"As long as it takes."

Daryl grabbed his crossbow and started off towards the woods to hunt. It was quiet, and Beth was alone. For the first time in a while, she actually felt alone. "We all got jobs to do," she told herself. Hershel told her that almost every day of her life ever since this started. She forced herself to move, with each inch of movement hurting her. She repeated the mantra out loud, in her head, and even wrote it in the dirt at her feet. She did it for her daddy.

With a sigh, she took out a mirror from the black trash bag that they had taken from the car. She gathered small wooden sticks and dug a hole in the ground, placing the sticks down along with leaves and anything else that would burn. Daryl would be back with food, and she needed to prepare a fire to cook it. That was her job.

Beth quickly got a fire started with the mirror, reflecting the sunlight off of it into the small hole with sticks. Once it was going, she sat back, waiting for Daryl. She drew her knees up to her chest, wondering if this feeling was why her daddy drank so much. She wishes she had that at the time.

Tears came to her eyes and Beth fought to push them back. She just needed a distraction. Usually she would have Judith with her… but, she was alone. Her head fell in her hands, resting on her knees in the dirt. She was clinging to the sliver of energy left that hadn't succumbed to exhaustion. It was too much for Beth to bear.

With one more saying of "we all got jobs to do," the loneliness and grief encompassed Beth Greene, and she finally gave out and let herself cry for the first time in months.

A/N: Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter will follow the episode "What Happened and What's Going On" so this is kinda the small snippet of Coda and that episode. :) Constructive criticism is welcome always, and please review so I know what you guys like and stuff!