My ghost, where’d you go? by weshallflyaway

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It’s a standoff. She stands with her automatic raised at them, finger on the trigger, gaze never wavering from her target. The man faces her, gripping the crossbow tightly, sweating as he does so. From across the short distance between them, Beth can see his hands shaking ever so slightly. Hers are rock steady.

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High Enough by Mrs. Monster

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He knew that if he acted on the feelings that were zapping through him, he couldn’t be careless. Beth was just too good, and he cared about her too much. And Daryl did care for Beth, only now he was thinking that it was a different kind of caring than he’d thought. Post S3.

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