(The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon. Takes place season 5, episode 5. Where you find him instead of the group that did in the show after Beths abduction - so spoilers! The sanctuary doesn't exist BTW since it wouldn't work. Help this took forever.)

Daryl ran, he ran so fast. He needed to make this right, it was his fault Beth got kidnapped- no, don't fucking think like that. It was the kidnappers fault, oh, when he gets his hand on them.

He should've been more careful. He shouldn't have left Beth in the Churchyard at night. He could still see her face in the window of the silver car. Dammit, he moved so fast he thought his legs would give out, his crossbow just adding an extra awkwardness to his movements.

He ran, ran, and ran some more. Soon enough is was daytime, he eventually came to a crossroads. He could either continue straight ahead or cross over the train tracks and turn a left down the road. Crap.

He didn't want to admit it, but he knew she was gone. His chest heaved as he sat down on the concrete ground, chucking his crossbow beside him with a soft thud. Daryl didn't move for an hour, just thinking about what he could've done differently. He's never been the sappy type, but just... he lost her.

Daryl heard a crackling from the wods surrounding the road, but he didn't move. He heard it again, still didn't move. Then again, until the person was right in front of him, if not a feet away, he could only see their shoes as he hadn't lifted his head. Staring straight, dead ahead with an almost blank expression on his face.