(Daryl P.O.V)

"Hey, wake up." I was having a nice sleep when suddenly Someone decided to put a stop to it.

"Daryl! Come on, its time for dinner." I opened my eyes slightly and came face to face with Dale. I groaned and turned over.

"Don't wanna." I heard em sigh and tap his foot.

"Daryl, it's only been a few hours, you can sleep after you eat something. The doc has normal food too, good food." I weighed my options. I haven't eaten food besides squirrels, deer, and some bad canned food. But I haven't slept on a comfy bed, let alone soundly for a long ass time. And this bed was more than nice. But, it would have to wait. I want to eat food that actually has more of the stuff I need to be healthy. Squirrels just don't cut in the protein area.

"Damn it, fine. It better be really good food though."

"Thata boy. Now, there's ganna be wine, so don't do anything stupid that Carl will ask questions about, got it?" I simply nodded at the dumb order and got out of bed stretching. I felt AND heard my back crack.

"Alright, now, shall we get going?" He asked.

"Yah, is Glenn ganna be there?" He gave me a questioning look.

"Well yes Daryl, he's the doctor's son. Why wouldn't he be?"

"I don't know, jus' don' know what ta do. I find the kid a little too interestin'. Fun even."

"You argued with him once before, granted you seemed to be having fun, and its only been half a day." He said.

"Yeah, strange right? I hate people. Well, mos' people, but Glenn is fun ta mess wit and it's been a day!" He nodded in understanding.

"I'll admit that you both were fun to listen to before, but whatever you think, feel, and are ganna feel is up to you." He paused and sat on my bed. "But on another note, I have a question."

"Wha'tis it?"

"Doctor Jenner, what do you think about him?" I wasn't expecting that. But now that I get back to giving it thought, he's off. More than off. He seems like he's waiting for something to happen.

"I don' fully trust em. He seems like he's hiding somethin', and that somethin' isn' exactly good. But, that could jus' be me. What do you think?" He didn't talk for a couple minutes, or seconds, I don't know. He seemed like he wanted to say something but the look was gone and he was smiling unsurely, patting me on the shoulder.

"Why don't we head down and eat Daryl?" I wanted to see what we were trying to get at but let it go.

"Yeah, I'll, uh, head down with you." He nodded and got off my bed, heading to the door. I thought it all over for a sec but let it go for now. He's probably just one of those people who don't do well with others. Maybe he's just an awkward person, kind of like Merle but without the jackass part.

(In the dining are)

"Daryl!" Dale and I headed into the room where we were supposed to be eating in and it looked more like a work room than a cafeteria, some computers here and there but tables at least. Everyone was sitting at a big round table. Some sat a little bit away like the doctor, t-dog, and Glenn. While the others were nice and pulled right in.

"Hey." I just sat on top of another table next to the one they were all sitting at.

"Shane and Rick were just telling us about they're cop days." Andrea told me. I smirked at that a little. It made me think of all the times me and Merle got into trouble with the cops. Well, more Merle than me. But when Merle ever got into trouble I was always the first person to be questioned or secondly "Accused"

"None bout' Merle in those tales now would there?" I laughed at Rick's first reaction. Wide-eyed and a little shocked, but he got over it quick though. Smiled and said somethin back actually.

"Nah, Woulda' been one hell of a story though." He said. I smirked at the response because he was right. Merle was the kind of ass that once the cops get call, he waits for them to show and then resists arrest. He has one hell of a record to write a book if he wanted to but he isn't even a good speller, so that won't ever happen, especially in these times.

"Anyone want some wine?" Carol asked the adults. Carl drank a little because Rick let him, at Lori's protest, and he hated it like a person hates being told to do something.

"Alright everyone, dig in!" Shane announced to everyone. We all ate and drank and kept laughing like we were at a wedding.

"I don't think I'm ganna drink guys." Glenn said. Now I smirked at his decline in wine.

"Nuh-uh china-man, I wanna see how red yur face can get." Everyone laughed at that and Glenn smiled a bit, drinking the wine down. We were all having a good time. We all just talked like we were family, about stories from our life before all this happened. But then Shane turned to Jenner and brought up somethin that changed the whole mood.

"What happened to this place?" We all looked to Jenner, our happy mood turning to curiosity.

"*Sigh* to be honest, things went downhill since the outbreak. Most of us left. Wanting to with loved ones. Trying to find a safe haven for them to restart. While others... opted out. Then there were others... who stayed with me, wanting to find a cure.

"Is there a cure?" Rick asked.

"No... I'm afraid not. It was the French though. They stayed until the very end." We all let what the doctor said sink in. There wasn't a cure. No real hope for a normal life like before. It was the French, they stayed. Never giving u…until they also met their end." Glenn sighed and stood up, stretching his legs.

"Geez, talk about a mood kill…." He sat back down and drank more wine. We didn't talk much after that. We just ate and drank with a couple quips here and there, but we just didn't have it in us to even pretend to be as happy as before. But we did smile here and there.

Most the adults got tipsy while the kids just got to bed all nice and early.

I headed to my room after dinner with the bottle of wine with me when Glenn came running after me. He was drunk off his ass and kept wobbling here and there.

"Daryl!" I looked to him and almost sweat dropped. He was blushing because of the alcohol, his shirt off one of his shoulders, and grinning like an idiot. The idea of him being cute coming back up.

"H-hey! You know what?" he asked. He got into my personal space and I couldn't find it in me to back away.

"Wha'?"

"I t-think you're r-really c-cool. Having a c-crossbow and all..." He stuttered and slurred his speech and nearly falls over when I catch him. He reeked of alcohol. "Last time I encourage drinking". I thought about it for a second when I decided to let him sleep in my room.

I opened my door and held him as he almost fell on the floor again. I put him under the covers and grabbed one of the pillows and lay on the floor. It took me an hour to fall asleep when I had Glenn so close. My last thought was what I was ganna do about him in the morning when we were both sober and more rational.