“Where is she?” he demanded, but Hershel didn’t answer fast enough. “Where the fuck is Beth?” he all but growled, not willing to admit the possibility that…no…he couldn't even think the words.
“Now, just calm down, son,” Hershel used a voice that Daryl assumed was supposed to be calming, but it only pissed him off more.
“No, fuck that,” he yelled back, pacing because he had nothing else to do. His entire system had already been flooded with adrenaline for so long now, he felt his knees ready to give out from below him. “What happened to her?” he demanded.
Hershel smiled. He fucking smiled. Daryl was ready to haul off and punch the man until he finally spoke in that same calming voice.
“Beth’s fine. And I’ll take you to her, but you’ll need to calm down a minute before I take you to see her.”