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Later that night, Daryl and I were sitting by a campfire in the woods again. Neither of us were talking. I guess we didn't have anything to say. I just sat there sort of depressed. It began to thunder and lightning, and walkers started coming, so we had to go. We had to find shelter and fast.

We ran out of the woods and onto the road; there was a car there. I checked it while Daryl kept watch. The keys were still inside. I turned it on, but it wouldn't start. We heard the walkers coming, so a little bit of panic set in.

Daryl lifted the trunk and we quickly crawled inside. We squeezed in, and it was real hot and gross but it was our best bet. Daryl tied the trunk shut, and sat back with his crossbow at the ready. I only had a knife, I sat there ready in case they got in. We could hear their terrible screams, but I wasn't scared. I was mad. I was mad that our home got destroyed and a lot of good people were killed. I was mad that I didn't know where my family was, or even if they were still alive. And most importantly, I was mad that I was stuck with somebody who was acting like they didn't give a shit about me or anything that just happened. Daryl wasn't like he used to be. He became a really good person, and asset to the group. So, I couldn't figure out why he was being like this.

When we were sure the walkers were gone, I untied the trunk and lifted it. It was morning, we sure were in there for a long time.

I stepped out, and began collecting things that could be useful to set up camp. Daryl did, as well.

Once I had everything I needed, I began walking away, not even bothering to wait for Daryl. If he's going to be a jerk to me then I'll be a jerk to him. I think I remember thinking that once before.

We were back in the woods again somewhere. I set up camp while Daryl was hunting. I doubt he'll find anything, maybe a few squirrels.

I made a fire using the mirror that I found. It was pretty small, but it would have to do.

Daryl came back a little later with a snake. I never ate snake meat before, I'm so hungry though, I don't even care.

The snake wasn't that bad, but it was too rubbery so it kind of made me sick. I just picked at it, and threw the rest on the ground.

I watched Daryl eat away at the snake. It was a little gross to be honest.

Look at him. I thought. He doesn't care about anything. He probably wouldn't even care if I wasn't here.

Well, he can sit there and be miserable, I'm not letting him bring me down too. I'm not just going to sit here and mope. I need things. On top of that, I just got over being really sick. I'm not trying to stay in the woods anymore.

I got up, grabbed my knife and walked away without saying anything to Daryl or even looking at him.

As I was walking through the woods, I saw about five walkers. I got a little scared and hid behind a tree. Then, I thought to myself, don't be a wimp, you can take them.

"Come and get me." I said so they would hear me.

They all made their way towards me. I kicked one of them as hard as I could, and it hit into another one, making both of them fall to the ground. I quickly stabbed the one currently coming towards me in the head. The next two came at me at the same time, so I had a little trouble, but I pushed one of them back, and eventually killed them both. The two I had kicked were now there too. I kicked one of them back down to the ground, and stabbed the other. Then, I got down on the ground with the other, and stabbed it as well.

I stood up, and caught my breath. Wow. I didn't think I had it in me.

Once I straightened up, I started walking again. I made my way out of the woods, and started walking down the street.

"Hey!" I heard Daryl call me. I ignored him, and kept walking. "Hey!" He grabbed the back of my shirt, and yanked me back. "What the hell do ya thank yer doin'?"

"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped. He just glared at me. "You can sit there and be miserable all you want," I started walking backwards, "but I need things, so you can come with me or not, but I'm goin'."

I walked farther down the road. I happened to look over my shoulder, and saw Daryl in the distance behind me. I guess he decided to come with me after all.

I'm not sure how long we were walking, but we came across a small town. I found a store, and looked in the window. I knocked on the glass, and waited a few minutes to see if any walkers were inside. Daryl caught up to me.

It seemed as though the coast was clear, so I went in.

I got some personal items that I needed and shoved them in my bag. I was able to change my shirt because I found a rack of T-shirts. I was glad, the tank top I had on was really gross.

Then, I went over to medications. I wanted see if I could find anything to help me feel better. I had a pretty bad headache.

I saw a bottle of Advil on the top shelf, it was the last one.

I stepped up on the bottom shelf, but I still couldn't reach it. It was pushed pretty far back.

I got back down, and looked around for Daryl, but I didn't see him. I don't think the next shelf could hold me. It looks pretty old, it could fall down any minute. I waited a little to see if Daryl would come by, but he didn't. And, so, I took my chances and I climbed up on the shelves. It made a loud creak, so I grabbed the bottle as fast as I could and got down. The remaining items on the shelf, coming with me.

I stumbled backwards a little, and bumped into Daryl. He grabbed me, and kept me steady, but when I turned around, I was met with a glare.

I walked passed him over to where the frozen food section was. There was a few canned goods on the other side, so I started going through them and checking the expiration dates. I abruptly turned around because I thought I heard something crack.

However, there was nothing, so I went back to checking the food.

Suddenly, I heard glass break and a bunch of moans.

About seven or eight walkers came out at me!

"Oh shit!" I stabbed one of them, and pushed another back. Then, I ran to Daryl.

"Daryl!" I yelled. "We gotta go!" He saw the walkers coming behind me, and we both started running. He stopped all of a sudden, and turned around to fight.

He shot the first two with his crossbow. The next one he slammed against the wall so hard that its head broke open. He stabbed two more of them with his knife. There were only two left now. I contemplated helping him, but decided not to because he was so angry and also he didn't appear to be struggling at all. He ripped a shelf off the wall, and hit one of them in the shin, making them fall to the floor, then curbed stomped its head. The last, he beat angrily with the shelf. He threw the shelf back, which almost hit me. He looked at me while breathing heavy.

I didn't know what to say. There wasn't anything to say. He was mad for the same reasons that I was. So, I just turned and walked out.

Up the road, I could see a church. I don't know why, but something made me want to go in there, so that's what I did.

We checked everywhere inside before settling down. The last place was the bathroom. There was only one walker inside. "I got him." I said to Daryl. After I stabbed the walker, I could smell something really bad. "Ew, someone took a holy shit." I said.

I think I might have heard Daryl snicker as I was walking out, but I wasn't sure.

I went to church occasionally before the turn. I knew where the goods were kept. I looked around the office, but didn't find anything. I was beginning to feel a little faint, so I went to go sit down.

Daryl gave me a weird look when I walked out.

I leaned over the pew, and when I looked up I saw a bunch of black dots. Then, everything went black. It only lasted for seconds though. I felt Daryl lifting me up by my arms, but I quickly came to and got up on my own.

"I'm okay." I said a little scared. "I'm fine."

Daryl just stared at me. I sat down, I was shaking a little. I tried to get comfortable but couldn't.

"Get up." Daryl said. "We cain't stay here."

I looked at him sadly.

"Ya just got over bein' really sick." He stated. "Come on."

I was surprised that he said that. Maybe he does care.

We wandered back into the woods. Daryl lead us to this one little house, that was like in the middle of nowhere. There was something creepy about it.

We went inside and checked the rooms.

After making sure it was clear, I immediately made a fire in the fireplace.

I sat back and saw Daryl staring at me. It made me self conscious for some reason, so I went to go have a look around.

I ended up in the shed. There were shelves with lots of old food on them. I checked the expiration dates. Mostly everything was expired even before the turn. I bet old people lived here, just like my grandparents. They always kept food passed the expiration dates.

When I looked up, I saw about the best thing I have seen in a while. It was a bunch of jars filled with alcohol, I assumed.

Daryl was there in seconds. "You okay?" He said.

"Yeah, look what I found." I said holding the crate up. He gave me an almost irritated look.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Moonshine."

I went into the kitchen, and sat the crate on the table. I took two of the jars out.

"Here." I handed Daryl a glass, he was boarding up a window.

"Nah, I'm good." He said.

"Why?"

"Someone's gotta keep watch." He stated.

"We'll take turns." I suggested.

He snorted. "Nah."

I was a little disappointed. I was hoping I could get him to relax for once.

I went over by the fire and sat down. I felt lonely, and really missed my dad. There's a good chance that he's still out there, but…I may never see him again. The thought made me depressed. I just sat there, and sadly sipped my moonshine.

"Ya ever have moonshine before?" Daryl said to me.

I shrugged. "Actually, yes." I said sadly.

I heard Daryl sigh. "Hell." He said, picking up the jar I left him. He came into the living room where I was and sat in one of the chairs. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and rested my cheek on my knee. A little later, Daryl said, "I didn't think ya knew how to not talk." I didn't know what to say to that, so I just shrugged. "What, no stories?"

I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, so it took me a while to think of what to say. "I'm off duty." I said without looking at him.

Daryl snorted. "Yer off duty? What's that supposed to mean?"

I sighed loudly before answering. "It means I'm done." I looked over at him, I couldn't read his expression. "Being stupid." We stared at each other for a minute. Finally, I looked away. "I only did that for my dad anyway. Well…not just for him, mainly for him but for everyone else too. When they were feeling down, I tried to cheer them up. Tried to brighten things a little. But," I cleared my throat, "I don't have to do that anymore cuz he's not here and you don't care about that stuff." I looked back at him. "So, I'm off duty."

Daryl stared at me for a minute. It was making me uncomfortable so I looked away. "What makes you thank I don't care about that stuff?" He finally said.

I almost laughed. Is he serious? "Because you don't." I looked at him again. "If I wouldn't have made us leave to go look for supplies, you'd still be sitting there in the woods staring at nothing." I was feeling brave I guess. Daryl was just looking at me, I couldn't tell if he was mad or not. I didn't want him to be mad, that was never my plan. "And…you should be happy that I was being quiet. That way I can't annoy you."

"Who said I thought ya were annoyin'?" He roughly asked. "And quit tryin' to play victim."

"I'm not playing victim." I quickly answered. "And I just assumed." I shrugged.

"Well, it ain't true."

I looked at the ground. "So, how'd you know where this place was?" I said changing the subject. I didn't want anymore problems. The last thing we need is for us to get into an argument.

"Found this place with Michonne." He stated.

"Did you guys get drunk?"

He snorted. "No."

"This kinda reminds me of my friend's house."

"My dad had a place just like this." Daryl said. "He was a dumbass."

I chuckled. I guess maybe he actually wants to talk. "Has to be one in every family."

"Oh, yeah? Who's the dumbass in yer family?" Daryl asked without looking at me. "And ya best not say yer pop." Daryl got up to board up the living room window.

"No, it's my uncle." I laughed. "My dad's brother."

He slowly turned around. "Didn't know your dad had a brother."

"Yup, my uncle Jeffrey." I watched him. "Why can't you just relax for once?"

"Cuz I cain't." He looked at me. "And you shouldn't be drankin."

"Why, because I'm too young?"

"No, cuz ya just got over bein' sick." Daryl stated.

"Well…I forgot to mention that my family has two dumbasses."

He smirked. "Well…when ya get sick, don't come cryin to me."

"Have you ever seen me cry?" I asked seriously.

He looked at me for a few seconds, then picked his jar up and sat down.

"Can I ask you a serious question?" I asked him. He just looked at me. "What exactly is a chupacabra?"

"A creature that sorta looks like a dog."

"So, it's like for real?" I asked with a smirk.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"You said you saw one!"

"Yeah, well…I seen a lot 'a thangs."

"So, you lied?" I emphasized lied.

"I ain't no liar." Daryl said roughly.

"Maybe you just smoked a little too much that night." I laughed.

He snorted. "You would know."

"Thanks." I giggled.

"Wasn't really a compliment."

I smiled to myself. "Wish I had some weed right now. We could get high." I raised my eyebrows.

"You'd be smokin' it yerself cuz I ain't gettin' high."

"What? You wouldn't get high with me?" I kind of laugh. "Why not?"

"Nah. I hate drugs." Daryl said roughly.

"Really?" My eyes widened a little. He just nodded. "Well…that's kinda cool." I half smiled at him. He just looked at me. "Is it cuz…" I trailed off. Maybe I shouldn't say that. "Never mind."

"What?" He looked at me. I shook my head. "No, what?" He pressed.

I cleared my throat. "Is it because of your brother?" I decided to just say it. He wanted to know.

"Yeah." Was all he said. I looked at him differently after that. I respect him for that.

I took a sip of the moonshine. "Well, what do you like to do for fun?" I asked.

"I don't."

"So, you don't have any hobbies or anything?"

"Nope."

"Really?" I asked surprised. "You don't like books or movies or music or…anything?"

"Not really." He replied. I watched him take a long sip of his moonshine. "Just huntin."

I grimaced. How could he drink that so easily? "Well…what about Merle?" I asked. "Didn't you guys ever just hangout?"

"Well, sure." He shrugged.

I was waiting for him to say something else, but he didn't. "Well…what did you do?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why you interrogatin' me?"

"I'm not." I said. "I'm just trying to get to know you a little better."

"I ain't much of a talker if ya haven't already noticed." He said nonchalantly.

I tapped my fingers together nervously. "Does that mean you're a listener?" I looked at him more closely. He shrugged. Ugh! I took a sip of the moonshine. This conversation is going nowhere. I watched him take another long sip of his drink. "How can you just drink that like that?" I questioned him. "It's like rubbing alcohol; You could clean mold with this."

"I'm just used to it, I guess."

"I don't think I could ever get used to it." I admitted. I wasn't a lightweight, but there are some things that are just unbearable to drink because of the taste.

"That's a good thing." He raised his eyebrows.

"I guess."

I watched Daryl take another long sip. Yeah, that's right. Keep drinking. I let out a small laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." I shrugged taking a small sip. "I just realized I never really saw you drunk before."

"That's also a good thing." He said.

I giggled even though I was a little confused. Wonder what he means by that?