A/N So I've been finally watching the walking dead and obviously like so many others, I've fallen in love with Daryl. I thought I'd give him an OC, and my friend from Ireland gave me perfect idea so that is what has accumulated in this story. It will follow the basis of the show running, but some of the timings of events might be spread out to allow me to insert days/scenes that didn't happen in the show. Rated for language, violence and probably eventual romance.
I hope you enjoy this one, I'm nervous about it- let me know what you think in the reviews!
(Super long chapters to start with as I'm trying to establish the character and her place in the group- more action will follow eventually!)
Ailene MacDonald was sat at her desk, marking the test papers from the practice test her Sixth years had just sat. She was feeling extremely sleepy and no amount of coffee seemed to stem her exhaustion, it was the end of a very long term, and Ailene was looking forward to her Easter break.
Sighing, she moved onto the papers from her third years. Ailene didn't know when she fell asleep, but soon she was in a feverous sleep, and had a strangling nightmare. She saw the world end, people dying and then rising to eat whatever survivors were left, it was like some kind of zombie apocalypse film or that tv show Clare always watched. Ailene slowly felt herself come out of the dream that had made her overheat, sweat prickling at the back of her neck. She mentally cursed her best friend for making them watch the first episode of The Walking Dead the night before, even if it did star the cute guy out of Love Actually, she knew she'd have nightmares.
It took her a moment to open her eyes, she was disorientated, it didn't feel like she was at her desk, it actually felt like she was on dewy grass. Finally she blinked her eyes open, and nearly jumped out of her skin. Staring down at her, was a large group of people, all looking like they'd been through hell.
"Holy shit" she blurted, "why the feck are you creeping up on people like that?" she sat up, her head thumping like she'd been drinking for three days straight. Had she been drinking for three days straight? Is that why she was in the middle of a field, "Jesus Christ, that must have been quite a sesh" she looked around at the people, they looked extremely confused, "where the fuck am I?"
"Er" A man, who looked strangely familiar piped up, "a field in Georgia, just shy of Atlanta"
"Where?!" she frowned, recognising the accent as American south, "in America?"
"Erm yeah" the man, whom she was slowly realising was Andrew Lincoln, replied.
"Why are you doing an American accent?" she frowned, "you're fucking English!"
"You know me?" he looked blank, peering at her as if trying to recognise her.
"Yeah" she nodded, "You're Andrew Lincoln, the actor!" she laughed so hard, "you're in that film Love Actually, and then this weird zombie show my friend Clare likes" then realisation dawned on her, she must still be dreaming, "its okay- this is all a dream, this fits with my nightmare"
"Erm this is real" he frowned, "and I'm Rick, not Andrew" he sighed, "I'm a cop… was a cop" he looked around at the group, Ailene mirrored it, they were all exchanging concerned and puzzled looks.
"Alright, where's Clare?" she sighed, with a laugh, "is she punishing me because I didn't like that zombie show?" Ailene looked around, trying to peer through the legs of the group.
"Sweetheart I don't know what you're talking about?" a pretty woman with short hair stepped forward, to hold onto her hand.
"I was asleep at my desk and then I wake up here" Ailene gestured around her, "I must be on your set or something"
"Set?" the woman, frowned, "sweetie, you're in the real world, this is it- the z-zombie thing, its real"
"This can't be real?" Ailene desperately looked around at the people who were sadly nodding at her, she frowned and scrambled to her feet, "Nope this isn't real, it's some kind of sick joke, I'm a history teacher from Cork!"
"Where?" Andrew who said he was Rick asked her.
"IRELAND!" she yelled, storming off towards the road.
"You can't go out there!" he yelled back at her, "its dangerous!"
"Okay but I can do whatever the fuck I want!" she yelled, "and I'm getting the bus!"
"There are no buses!" he pleaded with her.
"What do you mean?" she spun around, her heels digging into the grass.
"There are walkers out there" a young Asian man stepped towards her, "they eat humans, surely you heard about the outbreak?" Ailene rolled her eyes.
"If I thought there were any need for me to have to survive anything, do you really thing I'd be waking up thinking I was off my tits the night before, dressed like this?!" she gestured down to her heels, pencil skirt and blouse, this statement caused a man with a crossbow to snort, in what she thought might be humour.
"Erm, no" the Asian man shrank back, and she sighed, brushing a hand over her face.
"Look I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a bit disorientated" she tried to run a hand through her dark hair, snagging it on a twig, "feck" she cursed, pulling it out of her hair and throwing it on the floor.
"We understand, but there's something you've got to understand, out there" Rick had walked towards her, he pointed towards the road, "there are walkers, these zombies, and they're so dangerous"
Ailene paled, had she been thrust into the walking dead? Was this seriously happening?
"W-what?" she stammered, "I need to get home" she looked around, "I need to find my family, this isn't right, I-"
"That's not going to happen, I'm afraid" Rick looked at her with pity, "you can stay with us"
"Erm Rick?" a man with a shaved head piped up, "We should talk"
They all huddled in their group for a weird sort of team-talk, Ailene looked around, she seemed to be on some sort of farm. She was in the middle of a field that had a small camp set up with a caravan by a tree, and there was a white house off in the distance. She looked over towards the road she had been headed for and sighed, feeling her heels dig into the grass again, she bent down to take the stilettos off.
Ailene heard a rustling sound from the bushes behind her and then the muted sounds of what she could only describe as gurgling. Before she could turn around and face whatever weirdo was behind her, she felt two strong hands grasp at her shoulder's and the unmistakable smell of death overcame her. Letting out a small scream she wriggled out of the iron-clad grasp, pushing her assailant away from her.
She was faced with a dead man, except he wasn't dead, he looked like one of those things she had been watching- a walker.
Ailene's heart dropped, so it was true. She was in the walking dead.
The thing came at her once more, and before she could even think about what she was doing, she thrust the stiletto heel of her shoes right into the man's eye. It dropped to the ground immediately and Ailene gasped, she'd just killed someone in front of a police man, oh my gosh was she in trouble.
"OH MY GOD" she dropped her other shoe and spun around to face the group, they were all looking at her with expressions that probably mirrored her shocked one. "Please don't arrest me" was all she could say, before sprinting off towards some trees nearby.
This couldn't be happening.
She pulled out her phone from her cardigan pocket and looked at the display, no signal- of course. Ailene let out a cry, before slumping against the tree and falling to the ground. Was she high or something? Was this some sort of bad trip? She must still be dreaming, surely zombies didn't exist? If that were true, though, what had she just killed?
Ailene put her head in her hands, trying to prevent the tears from spilling over. Okay, so whatever had happened, this was her reality now. She was pretty sure the group thought she was mad, and there was no way that she was going to let that beat her. For however long she was going to be in this world, she had to survive until she could figure a way out- if there was one.
Suck it up MacDonald, get your shit together. She thought to herself, taking a deep breath and trying to push the fact that this was all complete madness out of her mind.
"Um" came a voice from in front of her, she looked up from her hands to see Rick, "look I know you must be quite confused, but it's going to be okay" he rubbed the back of his neck, "we're not going to kick you out, welcome to the group" he gestured to the rest of the people who had gathered around them.
"I'm sorry" she sighed, gathering herself together before getting up onto her feet and plastering a smile on her face, "I'm Ailene MacDonald, I don't know what the hell has gone on, but I'm here now I guess" she looked at them, "nice to meet you all" she held out her hand to Rick and he took it warmly.
"Come on over and get some breakfast" Rick nodded towards the camp, "we can introduce everyone then" Ailene nodded and walked with the group, barefoot, and defeated.
"Here, you can have some of my sister's clothes" a blonde woman smiled to her, "you look about what her size used to be, before she got too skinny" she smiled sadly, holding out the bundle of clothes. Ailene accepted them gratefully, getting the feeling that she might never meet this woman's sister.
"Thank you, um?" she smiled to the blonde woman.
"Oh, I'm Andrea" she sighed, "what size shoes are you?"
"I-I'm a thirty-eight" she replied, Andrea frowned at her in confusion, "Oh erm I guess that's like an eight here" she shrugged.
"Perfect" Andrea shoved a pair of boots into her grasp.
"Thanks" Ailene breathed, "I guess I should go and get changed" she looked around at somewhere she could have some privacy.
"Not yet" the short haired woman rushed over to her, "you need some food in you" she steered her towards a camping chair, "come sit by me"
"You're being ever so nice to some crazy Irish woman who started yelling at you in a field" Ailene noted, to which half the group chuckled.
"Well we get it, you must be pretty confused" the pretty woman replied, "I'm Carol"
"I'm Dale" an older man, with a Hawaiian shirt and a hat on, introduced himself as he eased down into the chair next to her.
"Hi I'm Glenn" The Asian man waved from across the small fire, "and to tell you the truth I can't understand most of what you're saying" Ailene chuckled at this.
"Ha" she took the mug of tea gratefully from a beautiful long-haired woman, "I get that a lot, us Irish tend to speak quite quickly, just tell me to slow down"
"Sure thing" he smiled at her warmly and she thanked the stars that the group were friendly.
"Once we've finished breakfast, we'll head out and look for Sofia" Rick instructed them all, Ailene frowned.
"Who's Sophia?" she asked, tentatively.
"She's my daughter" Carol said quietly, "she's missing" Ailene's heart dropped, what that poor woman must be going through.
"I can help" she spoke up, without even thinking.
"You didn't even know you were in America, what makes you think you can help?" the man with the shaved head asked, bitterly.
"I'm glad you asked" she grinned, ignoring his unfriendly tone, "look I'm a school teacher, and before I taught the highers, I used to teach the first years. Part of adventure club" she made quotation signs with her hands, and then look at Glenn, "don't ask" she rolled her eyes, "we used to take them out on survival weekends, and some of the little shits would always run off" Ailene took a breath, "thankfully being the youngest of four girls and having a father who wanted boys, it fell on me for him to teach me all that manly (as he thought) survival stuff like tracking and survival" she rolled her eyes and picked up her mug, "anyway, I was the only one who used to find the little fuckers, and I'd always find them, always" she gave the man a pointed look and then took a sip of her funny-tasting tea.
"Do you ever stop talking?" the man asked her, an annoyed expression across his face.
"Hm" Ailene let out a breath, pretending to think, "nope, I tend to get verbal diarrhoea when I'm nervous" she replied, embarrassed.
"Great" he muttered, kicking a rock towards the fire.
"Do you really think it's a good idea for you to go out there?" Rick frowned over at her.
"Yeah" she nodded, "I'm good at finding children" Ailene frowned, "because I'm a teacher, not because I'm creepy" she blurted, Glenn laughed at her, and Rick tried to hide his smile.
"Can you shoot?" Rick asked.
"Um, no" she looked around, "I mean I guess I could shoot, just probably not well"
"That's alright, we were thinking about teaching some of the group anyway" Rick smiled at her.
"Just give me a cricket bat and I'll be good" Ailene joked, laughing "ya know like Shaun of the Dead" the all looked at her with blank expressions. "Not seen that film?" she quirked an eyebrow, and Glenn shook his head, "shame, it's pretty funny" she trailed off, looking away from their confused gazes.
Okay, they definitely think I'm mad.
"Anyway" Rick looked back to the shaved-headed man, "we'll probably do shooting practice tomorrow or something"
"Alright" the grumpy man, agreed.
Ailene decided it would probably be best to keep her mouth shut for the remainder of the breakfast, but this was cut short when Carol leaned over to her, speaking under her breath.
"Thank you for volunteering" she mumbled under her breath, "you didn't have to do that"
"Ah come on now" Ailene smiled at the older woman, reaching over and patting her arm, "If I can help, what sort of person would I be if I didn't?" Carol didn't say anything, just tapped her hand and smiled warmly, before looking away and back to the group. Ailene did the same, looking from the woman and accidently catching the eye of the man who had a crossbow. She gave him a weak smile, as he was eying her with a curious expression on his face, after a moment he returned the small smile and then looked away.
"Dale?" Ailene whispered to the man, who turned his attention to her with a friendly expression.
"Yes dear?"
"So who's who?" she asked, peering at the group, the man laughed at her.
"Well the woman next to Rick, that's his wife Lori" he said in a low voice, making sure their conversation didn't interrupt the one that the rest of the group were having, "their son was shot the other day" Ailene looked horrified, "he's going to be okay, he's in the house, called Carl"
"Oh thank Christ" she breathed.
"Indeed" the man sighed, "the man next to Rick is Shane" and Ailene scoffed, Dale raised an eyebrow at her.
"He's certainly friendly" she rolled her eyes, and winked at the man, who grinned back at her.
"Moving on" he chuckled softly, "you've met Andrea" he nodded towards the blonde woman.
"I have" she looked down at her hands, "she lost her sister?"
"She did" Dale gulped and looked down himself.
"What was her name?" Ailene asked the man, who was visibly upset.
"Amy" he whispered, eyes filled with tears, "she was a lovely girl" Ailene leaned over and grasped his hand with hers. She was slowly realising that although this might be some fun tv show that her best friend liked, being here, it was real life for these people, and now for her too. The pain these people felt was real, along with the fear of the constant threat of death- they had lost their loved ones.
"I'm sure she was" Ailene replied, squeezing his hand in hers, "I'm so sorry you lost her" The old man nodded sadly, patting her hand with his free one, he cleared his throat softly and then turned back to the conversation they were having.
"Next to Andrea is T-Dog" Dale continued, meaning the African-American man with a large bandage on his arm.
"T-Dog?" she quirked an eyebrow to him, "what's his real name?"
"Theodore" Dale whispered, with a small laugh.
"Fair enough" she laughed with the man, before nodding to the crossbow wielding man, "who's that?"
"That's Daryl" he told her, she looked over at the man with a raised eyebrow, she was sure that was the character Clare had been in love with. Hmm, she could see it. "and you already know Glenn and Carol"
"I do indeed" she smiled, before finishing off her mug of tea, "I think I should probably get changed" she laughed.
"You can use my tent" Carol got up from her seat, waiting for Ailene to follow her, the Irish girl did just that, awkwardly bringing her mug along with her.
Ailene went inside the large tent and whistled. "This is like a palace" she laughed, "better than the shitty one I took to Leeds Fest. Six years ago- someone set it on fire"
"What kind of festival is that?" Carol laughed with a frown.
"Oh it's a bit sketchy" Ailene laughed, "I went after I finished uni"
"How long have you been teaching?" Carol asked, as Ailene went into one of the tent compartments to change.
"About five years properly" Ailene explained, pulling off her skirt and putting on the black skinny jeans she had been given. "I had to do a year teacher training after my history degree" she explained as she changed her top to a tight grey t-shirt and flung the shirt over her shoulder. She walked out and went to put her boots on.
"Oh, here" Carol handed her a pair of thick walking socks, "sounds interesting though, I've always enjoyed history"
"Yeah it's pretty fun" Ailene replied, struggling to put her socks on standing up, "the marking of papers is not" she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Aha" Carol let out a laugh, "I'll bet"
Once fully dressed they both exited the tent and met Dale, who was frowning.
"You alright over there?" Ailene asked, as she watched Carol make her way into the big caravan, or RV as they called it.
"There's a well, T-dog and I are going to get some water from" he explained.
"Is no one out looking for Sophia?" Ailene's eyebrows were drawn together.
"Daryl has gone out" Dale sighed.
"Alone?" she asked, shocked, "surely that cannat be safe"
"Well Daryl always says he works alone anyway" Dale rolled his eyes, "to tell you the truth, I think this whole Sophia thing has hit him hard"
"You think?" Ailene's eyebrows were raised, spying the man that was the subject of their conversation swaggering his way into the woods.
"Daryl's not really one to share his feelings" Dale chuckled, "but I think he thinks it falls on him to find her, he's the hunter ya know"
"Ah I see" she sighed, "poor guy"
"Well I doubt you'd be saying that after you've been living with him for a while" he explained with an eye roll, "especially you"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ailene frowned, looking at the old man.
"Oh didn't Rick tell you?" he asked, before they were interrupted by T-Dog, who was wheeling a cart over towards them.
"You ready to go?" the man asked Dale, before turning to Ailene, "Hi- I don't think we've properly met"
"I'm Ailene" she replied with a warm smile, "pleasure to meet you"
"And you" he shook her hand, "I'm T-Dog"
"How's your arm?" she asked, peering at the bandaged wound, "what happened to you?"
"I-er- slipped and cut it on a car door" he looked down embarrassed, Ailene let out a small laugh and patted the man's shoulders.
"That sounds like something I'd do, my friend" she noted, "is it getting better?"
"Yeah, I've had some meds for it, seems to be on the mend" he smiled at her, nodding his head.
"Well that's fab" Ailene liked this guy, he seemed kind, "anyhoo, what can I help with?" she looked between the two men.
"You want to come along?" Dale asked, eyebrows slightly raised. Ailene nodded and with a 'mhmm' she started to push the cart along, T-Dog joined her and they made their way over to the well one of the Greene sisters had instructed them. Carol had explained to her that they were currently staying on Hershel Greene's farm, he was a vet and had been the one to patch poor Carl up after his accident. In fact, Carol had been very good at giving Ailene a quick story on what had happened to them all over the last few weeks. Ailene had felt guilty talking to her so much when she was going through some serious issues, but Carol had told her not to worry as it was good to talk to someone and have a distraction, the rest of the group were seeming to give her a wide-birth.
They were all breathing pretty heavy when they made it to the well.
"I'm not weak" T-Dog breathed, "and I'm not a coward" Ailene frowned, she hadn't even thought of it.
"I never said you were" Dale was concentrating on the well, and Ailene looked over a T-Dog and he shrugged. She was obviously intruding on some sort of conversation they had had earlier.
"No, what I said, on the highway" T-Dog panted, and Ailene looked away from them, eyes scouring the fields behind them for possible threats, "I don't know what that was, or where it came from" Ailene turned back to them and handed them cartons to put the water in. "That wasn't me" T-Dog finished, with a grim expression on his face, she caught his eye and gave him a small and what she hoped was a reassuring smile, he returned it, and then looked at Dale. "So I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about that stuff I said"
Dale stopped what he was doing to look at T-Dog, Ailene felt like she was extremely intruding. "What stuff?" he said to the man who was getting his knickers in a twist over something Ailene didn't know. "I couldn't get a word out of you all day" Ailene smiled at the two men, before taking over the pumping from T-Dog.
"Do you think there's a snowballs chance we'll find that little girl?" T-Dog asked, changing the subject, Ailene frowned.
"For the first time in my life I'm betting on the snowball" Dale replied, and Ailene nodded.
"We'll find her" she grunted as she carried on pumping, as Dale started to walk towards the well's opening, she stopped her movements and followed him with her eyes. T-Dog was mumbling about pulling their weight and getting on with jobs, but Ailene was concerned at Dale's movements. She left the pump's side, and walked over to where the older man was leaning over the broken opening to the well. As soon as she got there she heard the familiar gargling growls and as she neared, she peered over the edge and exchanged an annoyed, yet fearful look with Dale.
"For christsake" she mumbled, rolling her eyes, "those things are disgusting" but Dale's attention had moved to T-Dog who was just about to take a ladle-full of the walker-infested water, he knocked it out of his hands and Ailene sighed with relief.
"I wouldn't drink that if I were you" Dale told him, and realisation dawned on the other man's face before he looked over at Ailene who had a grim expression on her's.
"Well that was probably the most disgusting thing I've ever seen" Ailene sighed, brushing her hands that were stinging slightly from trying to pull Glenn and then that damn walker out of the well.
"You can say that again" Andrea murmured, "You coming to the highway, see if Sophia has managed to find her way back?" she called to Ailene, who was just standing uselessly in the middle of camp.
"Yeah, I'll come along" she nodded in reply, walking to join the grumpy Shane and Carol, who had a faraway look in her eyes. She decided to give the woman some space, Ailene's thoughts suddenly went to Kerry, one of the woman from her village, she remembered when her little boy went missing she didn't want any words, just the comfort of knowing people were there if she needed them. Sometimes silence was better than trying to explain feelings, words were not always good enough.
That was what had bugged her about Andrea and Shane's way of trying to deal with Carol's grief. It hadn't taken them too long to find their way to the highway, and the note on one of the car windscreen's telling Sophia to stay put hadn't been received by the little girl. Ailene felt a wave of disappointment, although she had never met the child, it was empathetic for Carol, whose expression looked like her heart was breaking into a million pieces. They tried to talk to her, and looked annoyed when they were brushed off by the mother, Ailene rolled her eyes and caught the eye of the woman she had come to really admire in the short time she had known her. She gave Carol a pointed and determined look, making sure that she knew that they wouldn't give up on her girl. Carol returned the look with a small semi-smile that conveyed her gratitude to the Irish woman.
Ailene nodded in the direction of Andrea and Mr Limpy, and made sure that Carol was following before she began walking also. They hung back from the two, who were in some sort of deep conversation. Walking a few feet from each other, Ailene made sure that Carol knew she was there for her, yet giving her the space she needed.
All in all it was about a three hour round trip until they were back on Greene land, where Shane declared a good spot for shooting practice; that would come in the next few days.
"The fences seem pretty secure" Ailene noted, "it would probably take a load of those damn things to get through them"
"Right" Shane agreed with a nod, before hobbling off back towards camp.
"Hey" the girl Ailene recognised as Maggie, called to her from the entrance to camp. She was walking over to her purposefully with two large bags full of something, her and Glenn must have got back from their run into town.
"Hi" Ailene straightened up from trying to organise some of the camp's things. Since getting back from the highway, Carol had shut herself in the RV and busied herself with cleaning. "How was the run, get into any trouble?"
"Not walker-kind" Maggie grinned with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "erm, we got you some clothes and stuff"
"That's so kind" Ailene smiled, taking the rucksack and bag, "thank you"
"No problem" Maggie smiled before turning to walk away.
"Hey- Maggie" Ailene called, the pretty younger woman spun back around to face her, "if you, or your family need anything, please just ask- you've been so kind, I'd love to return it"
"Sure thing" Maggie nodded, giving her a warm smile.
Ailene placed the bags down and pouring some of the tea she had made for Carol into one of the mugs, she walked towards the RV before catching a troubled-looking Glenn marching through camp.
"Glenn?" she asked, turning towards him, "are you alright?"
"Yeah," the man sighed, "fine"
"Thanks for getting all my stuff" she smiled, "you didn't have to put yourself at risk for me"
"It was no problem" Glenn shrugged, back to his friendly ways.
"Well thank you anyway" she nodded and watched him walk off towards his tent. Ailene spun around to continue on her way to the RV, but she gasped and spilt tea on her as she realised she'd almost bumped into someone. "Ouch" she murmured, pulling her tight t-shirt away from her body as the scalding liquid seeped through the thin material. She looked up to find Daryl standing there, "sorry, I didn't see you there" she apologised and he just shrugged at her, she looked towards the RV, "how is she doing?"
"Not great" he sighed, brushing the back of his neck, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you"
"Yeah," Ailene agreed, "if you've just been in, I don't want to crowd her out" she looked at the man and then remembered where he had been all day, "did you find anything out there?"
"I found a house with a blanket set up in a small cupboard" he explained, peering down at her, the height difference was almost comical. Daryl must have been about six-foot and Ailene was just shy of 5 foot- 3. "only a kid could fit in there" her eyebrows raised, this was good news.
"That's promising" she smiled to him, "I'm sure she'll be found soon" she nodded with a hopeful expression.
"You don't think she's dead?" he asked her, it shocked her to hear him being so blunt.
"Um no" she replied, her eyebrows drawn together, "I mean I guess it's a possibility, but surely we should be working towards the fact that she's not?" she looked up to his blue eyes, which were squinting at her.
"Good" he said after a moment of pretty intense eye-contact, "'cause I'm sick of Shane bitchin' that she's not alive" he huffed, changing his stance slightly.
"Well I've only been around for like ten hours" she sighed, a slight grin on her face, "but to me he seems like a bit of a cun-"
"Hey!" she was interrupted by the shout from Rick, they both turned to face the man who was strangely wearing a sheriff's uniform, Ailene didn't miss the small grin of amusement Daryl had sent her way before turning his attention to the policeman. "glad you're both here" Rick was carrying a sleeping bag and other forms of bedding, he glanced at Ailene's hands and seeing the mug, he handed them to Daryl. "There's some bedding there for you, and seeming as though the other tents are pretty cramped, you'll be bunking with Daryl here" he informed her.
"What?" the man snorted and her jaw dropped slightly, knowing this probably would piss the crossbow-wielding hunk off.
"I-it's okay" she put her free hand up, "I can sleep outside" she offered.
"What if it rains?" Rick asked her, incredulous, she sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm from Ireland" she scoffed, "there's literally three days each year when it doesn't rain"
"Well" Rick sighed, "we're not going to let you sleep outside, are we Daryl?" they both turned to the man, who shifted on his feet.
"Course not" he huffed, turning to walk off to his tent.
"There's two compartments, don't worry" Rick reassured her, and she nodded before looking after the handsome, yet terrifying man.
"You comin?" Daryl grunted over his shoulder, "I'm not making your bed for ya" he shifted the bedding in his grasp.
"Shit" she muttered, scrambling over to the supplies Maggie had given her, "on my way"