Haven (on hold)

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DARYL AND BETH ARE THE CUTEST I LOVE THEIR BOND AHHHH

~Aurora's Pov~

I still haven't come across anyone from my group, it's been a few days. I hoped that I would have ran into somebody by now but I've found no one. No sign of anyone. I found a funeral home though, I've been here for a few days. It was a big house, it had food and water. It was safe.

I stood up quickly, suddenly hearing banging and whistling coming from downstairs. I grabbed my gun and hid behind a desk, pointing my gun at the door.

After a few minutes, I started hearing someone coming up the stairs. I took the safety off the gun and swallowed the lump in my throat hearing other doors close by being opened. The doorknob to my door twisted and I saw a man pointing a crossbow at me. My heart stopped and I put my gun down on the table recognizing him.

He lowered his bow and smiled a bit, not taking his eyes off me. I smiled too, feeling tears in my eyes. "Daryl.." I went up to him, hugging him quickly. He hugged me back with one arm, still holding his bow with the other. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his shoulder feeling relieved to see him. I thought I was never going to see anyone from my group again.. "Alright.." He said softly. I scoffed and pulled away. "Can you at least pretend to be happy to see me? Please." I giggled wiping the tears from my eyes. "I am." he said looking at me. I looked at him, "You alright?" He asked, I nodded.

"Yeah.. Are you alone..? Is my dad with you? Carl..?" I asked. He nibbled on the inside of his cheeks and shook his head, looking down slightly. "Nah.." He said, I looked down slightly too, at the floor feeling crushed yet again.. "Just Beth.." He said softly and looked back at me. I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip, walking away from him. Just like that my hope was gone again.

I ran my hand through my hair and sat down on one of the chairs. I looked at the floor and he just looked at me, not knowing what to do or say. I put my hands on my knees feeling my heart race. My mind locked on my Dad, Carl and Judith. The feeling of safety I got when I was around them. I feel safe with Daryl, of course I did. But it was different.

He set his crossbow down against the wall and walked to me. He sat down on the chair beside mine and looked at me. "Did you see them..?" I asked not looking at him. "Nah.. I'm sorry." He said. I looked over to him. "Daryl??" we heard Beth's voice coming from downstairs. I looked away from him then down at the floor again. "Yeah!" He called out, "Are you alright?" She called out. "Yeah, I'll be down in a bit!" He replied. I put my head in my hands not doing anything, I felt like crying.

This was the worst feeling in the world. Even though I had Daryl and Beth with me now, I didn't have my Dad, Carl or Judith. They were on my mind all the time. "Can you go please?" I asked, my voice shook. I felt tears in my eyes. I just needed to cry but I didn't want to do it in front of him.

".. Can't leave you alone.." He said after a few seconds of silence. I looked over at him, "You really didn't see them- you didn't see my dad? Carl?" I cried, not being able to hold it back anymore. He shook his head, biting the inside of his cheeks nervously. I looked away from him again and caught my breath, It felt like someone was pushing down on my chest, I couldn't breathe.

This was the second time I've lost my dad, but it felt worse this time.

Daryl put his hand on my back and moved it slightly in circles, not really knowing what to do or how to handle this situation. He scooted the chair closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Come 'ere.." He mumbled and pulled me into him. I hugged him quickly and he hugged me back, rubbing my back trying to comfort me. I just cried as he held me, I was angry, scared and I felt hopeless.