She told herself that becoming smitten with an Irishman with a face that could've belonged to Daryl's younger brother was a bad idea. But he was just so kind and gentle that she could look past the language he sometimes used. She held back her smile as much as she could, but wound up brightly doing so anyway as she took the knife back from him.

"I believe I was," she drawled out, holding the knife loosely so she wouldn't cause the bandages he'd just put on to bleed through. "Stay close, alright?"

There were cars abandoned in the street up ahead and Beth wasn't sure she wanted to navigate her way through them. She had heard stories from Carl and seen things come out from under and around abandoned cars that she hesitated and looked afraid to proceed. She had to be brave and strong, because Murphy thought she was badass, so she took in a shuddering breath and proceeded on ahead. She tried to slowly move her way around and between the cars, jumping in the air every time she thought she heard a sound.