She didn't understand why he was acting like this. The confusion about his behavior and the situation she had found herself in brought tears to her eyes and she glared right back up at him. If he wanted to look at her like she was some kind of monster or someone he didn't trust, that was on him. He was someone she had come to rely on, someone she cared for deeply. He wasn't on the same level as her daddy or Rick, wasn't quite like Carl, but he wasn't like Zach either. He was just Daryl, the man who had made her stronger and taught her so much, the one who was there for her when the last shred of innocence and childhood had been ripped away witnessing her daddy's death. He was there when she broke apart and watched her put herself back together again. She had been so weak at the prison, but came into her own at the hospital. Here and now, she wasn't weak anymore. She was a grown woman who knew her strength lied in keeping the peace, and that was exactly what she was trying to do.

"Put that thing down." Her voice trembled as she ordered him to put the weapon down, and she wanted nothing more than to go over and rip it out of his hands and throw it to the ground. She didn't think he'd react very well to her doing that so she kept her distance and tried talking reason into him instead.

"Please, Daryl. Just see me. It's Beth, right here in front of you. You don't wanna shoot me."