I had to write this in honor of Bob. *sob*. I had started this a few days, ago, but after last night, I knew I had to finish it, today. I hope that I did his character justice!

This has been the first thing I have written in several days and I want to apologize to those that are reading my other WIPs. This past week has been hell with school, work and other things, but hopefully, this week is much better! Now, I hope you all enjoy this!

Bobyl

"Couldn't sleep, either, I take it." Daryl turned from his constant vigil on the gates to see Bob climb up the ladder to the train car. Glenn was supposed to be on watch, but Daryl had relieved him when he found that he really couldn't sleep without Carol by his side.

"Naw. You?"

"Nope." Bob walked up to Daryl until they stood shoulder to shoulder. They hadn't had a real conversation since the run to the University, but it seemed that whole ordeal was forgotten. Daryl had watched Bob become a very valuable member of the group and had chalked up the incident with the alcohol a one-time thing. Bob was a ray of optimism in their group and that was something they needed. Especially in this world.

"Missin' Sasha?" Daryl thought he might as well engage the man in a conversation.

"Yeah. Missing Carol?" Bob turned his head and smiled. They hadn't announced the status of their relationship to the group, but they would be kidding themselves if they didn't think anyone knew that they were together.

"A bit." Daryl smirked.

Bob caught on and nudged the hunter with his elbow. "I see what you're saying. You don't want people to know you miss your girl so much you can't sleep, because she'll use it against you. Am I right?"

Daryl chuckled. "I suppose and Carol would use it against me, too, so no snitchin' on me to Sasha because somehow Carol will find out."

Bob snorted. "You got it." He shifted in place before looking back at Daryl, again. "You know, Sasha did tell me something funny the other day. It was about you and Tyreese, I think."

The other man groaned. "Shut up. That's all over fuckin' Terminus and every day I got someone new comin' up to me and askin' about it."

"But is it tr-"

"True? Yeah, it is and I better not hear you laughin' about it.' Daryl stabbed a finger at the other man.

"Cuz what you and Tyreese have is real, right?" Bob was barely holding back his laughter and Daryl briefly wondered if he would still be laughing if he pushed his ass off the train car. Bob must have noticed the look Daryl was giving him and took a few steps away.

"You know, I didn't take you for someone who would have a 'bromance' with anyone."

"And I didn't take you to become a ray of sunshine all of a sudden." Daryl said a bit too harshly. When they had first found Bob and brought him back to the prison, the man had seemed like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. As if any second could be his last of being with a group of people and he would be on his own.

Bob didn't seem too bothered with Daryl's tone. "Believe it or not, I didn't start acting that way until the prison was destroyed. I know, weird. But it just came to me that I couldn't live my life always thinking something bad was going to happen. This world is full of bad and I realized that constantly thinking bad things were going to happen wasn't the way to live. It can't be. So my attitude changed. Just like yours."

"Pfft. You think you know everything, don't you?"

"I wouldn't say everything. It's probably closer to most things." Bob smirked.

"Then, tell me the real reason why Sasha, Carol and Tara went on that run."

"To get supplies for the winter, of course." He answered immediately. His brow furrowed. "Didn't Carol tell you?"

Something about the way Bob looked made Daryl think that he wasn't telling him something. He narrowed his eyes. "She told me, but for some reason, I'm not buyin' it."

Bob didn't look fazed by the intense look Daryl was giving him. Instead, he smiled, smugly. Or so Daryl thought, anyway. "When they come back with winter supplies, you'll see they were telling the truth." He started to walk to the ladder. "It's not like they're having a party or anything. Can't really have those, anymore, nowadays."

Daryl watched him turn around and place his feet on the first rung of the ladder. "Hmm. Should it be Darbob or Boryl?"

"What?" Daryl gave Bob an odd look. It sounded like he was speaking gibberish.

"Our names. I like Darbob, myself, but I kind of want my name to be first, you know?" He stopped climbing down the ladder and leaned on his elbows, seemingly in deep thought. But Daryl saw that the corners of his mouth were twitching with a smile that wanted to escape.

"How about...Bobyl?" Daryl muttered. This was the first time he had ever offered up a name before. Usually that was Carol's job. But she wasn't here.

"Hm, you know what?" Bob finally let the smile through and pointed up at Daryl. "I like it. Bobyl, it is!" He began to climb down, again. "Wait until I tell Sasha."

Daryl groaned. "Great."

"See you later, Daryl!" Bob called up to the other man as he completely disappeared from Daryl's sight.

"Night," he mumbled and turned back to keeping a constant eye on the gate.

Daryl watched Carol run from him after he had pointed out that her nails were painted and that she was wearing makeup. What Bob had said the night before about them having a party came back to him. The man had tried to throw it out there as something that wouldn't happen, but looking over at Tara and Sasha, he saw that they, too, looked gussied up.

Hm. He was most definitely going to talk to Carol about that later.

Bobyl was made up by Haitus80 and I thank her greatly for it! :)

I'm also going to dearly miss Bob. He was one of my fave characters in the show and it was so sad to see him go. :(

Thank you all for reading!