KAIYA'S POV:

I walked up the hill with Andrea, our arms around each other. Daryl had brought his truck up the hill with all the bodies wrapped up in the bed. Rick and Shane were digging a few more holes to go along with the ones Jim had already dug.

I stood between Daryl and Glenn, off to the side.

When Andrea struggled with getting Amy's body into the hole and refused Dale's help, more tears slid down my dirty cheek. I wondered idly how I could still have any tears after all I had cried lately.

I felt Daryl behind me put a hand on my lower back, rubbing a little with his thumb. I reached a hand behind my back and grabbed his hand, holding it with mine. He tensed up when I held his hand, but I didn't care. As long as he was there. He squeezed lightly after he got used to it and I felt the tiniest bit better.

We walked back down the hill after the funerals sweaty, tired, and depressed. But Daryl didn't let go of my hand on the way back down. Hardly anybody noticed as they were too caught up in the thoughts of the dead.

After a little while, we all gathered back around the fire, ready to get instructions on where we were going to go. I stood beside Daryl, our hands still linked together.

Andrea had finally fallen asleep in one of the chairs.

Shane stepped up and started to speak. "Now, look, there are no guarantees either way. I'll be the first to admit that. I've known this man a long time," Shane said, glancing pointedly at Rick. "I trust his instincts. I think the most important thing here is we need to stay together. So for those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning."

Guess that means we're heading to the CDC.

I didn't sleep at all that night, I stayed up, laying in bed with my eyes open. When morning rolled around, I couldn't have been more thankful.

Everyone started loading their cars up. Glenn and I did the same with my truck and everything we owned.

Daryl came up to me while I was tossing my bags in the back. "Glenn, ya might wanna drive," he said, looking over at Glenn who was throwing the tent in the bed.

"Why?" he asked, looking over at me.

"She hasn't slept in almost two days," Daryl replied, not taking his eyes off mine.

"How'd you know that?" I asked, watching as he smirked.

"Those circles," he pointed to my eyes. "Matter fact, how 'bout ya ride with me. I need to talk to ya." He said the last part in a whisper.

I wasn't sure what it was that he needed to talk to me about, but I nodded.

Then we gathered around Rick and Shane, waiting for instructions. "Everybody listen up. Those of you with CB's, we're gonna be on channel 40," Shane said, gripping his gun in both hands. "Let's keep the chatter down, okay? You have a problem, cant get your CB to get a signal, anything, you're gonna hit your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?"

Daryl rubbed at his eyes beside me. Guess he hadn't gotten much sleep lately either.

"We're uh-" Morales spoke up. "We're not going."

Everyone looked surprised and to be honest, I was too. There was strength in numbers and in leaving us, they were leaving protection.

"We have family in Birmingham," his wife said, hugging her daughter to her. "We want to be with our people."

"You go on your own and you wont have anyone to watch your back," Shane said.

"We'll take the chance. I've gotta do what's best for my family," Morales said, not backing down.

"You sure?" Rick asked, seeming a little disgruntled.

"We talked about it. We're sure."

"Alright," Rick said, nodding to Shane. They started mumbling amongst each other and then stepped forward to hand Morales a gun and a box of rounds.

Daryl scoffed quietly and turned to the side. Everyone stepped up to say goodbye. I just stayed to the side and nodded with a smile; I didn't really know them. I noticed the young Morales girl give Sophia her doll.

Daryl watched them pass, biting his thumb nail.

Shane said something quietly to Rick that I couldn't hear and then called out, "Lets go!"

I walked over to Daryl's truck, waving to Glenn. I opened the door and hopped in, leaning my head back. Daryl got in and started the truck, following the rest of the caravan.

We turned to the left, in the opposite direction of Morales and his family.

I watched their car driving away out of window. "What'd you have to talk to me about?" I asked without taking my eyes of the scenery.

He took a few minutes to say something before finally sighing and asking, "How ya holdin' up, kid?"

I shrugged. "About as good as everyone else," I frowned. "Maybe not Amy, though."

He chose to ignore that. "Did ya- uh… Jya hear 'bout Jim?" he asked hesitantly.

I nodded. "Glenn told me earlier. I hope he's okay." I could tell my monotonous cadence of speech lately was putting Daryl on edge.

"Stop that," he said, his usual redneck forcefulness only halfheartedly used.

"Stop what?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"Bein' like that. Goin' around with that lost look in yer eyes, like ya aint got nothin' left. Even when ya talk, ya can tell yer tryin' not to let people see how much this whole thing hurts ya. Ya can pull that crap with everyone else, hell maybe ya even got Glenn fooled. But I know ya feel somethin', so stop pretendin' ya don't." Daryl kept his eyes on the road.

I was a little shocked. I hadn't thought Daryl would have been the one to tell me any of this. I hadn't really been planning on a therapy session with one of the gruffest guys I knew.

"Why?" I asked, looking down at my hands in my lap.

"Ya just gotta stop, alright? It aint right."

"What isn't right?" I asked, the first ounce of feeling since Amy's death leaking into my voice.

"Actin' like ya don't care 'bout nothin'. It aint like you. Just do me a favor, huh, kid?"

I scowled, but looked up to meet his gaze. His face relaxed when our eyes locked, and he started grinning. "Smile."

I couldn't help the twitch that started in the corner of my mouth. The smile felt like it didn't belong there, what with everything going on lately, but at the same time, it felt perfectly right.

"Ya look so weird!" he snorted, beginning to laugh.

I stuck my tongue out at him, knowing my face must've looked kind of contorted, with conflicting emotions influencing the muscles in my face.

He continued to laugh, until I slowly joined in, unable to help it. Soon we were both clutching our sides, tears streaming down our faces as our laughter grew. When we were finally able to calm ourselves, I looked over at Daryl with an incredulous expression.

"What?" he asked self-consciously.

"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh. Like a real laugh, not just a chuckle or something." I smiled.

He frowned and turned his head. "Yeah, well, don't go gettin' used to it."

I cocked a brow and leaned my head against the window of my door, yawning. "It was nice," I muttered, closing my eyes and staying still until the rumble of the old truck's engine lulled me to sleep.

DARYL'S POV:

After our outburst of laughter, she stared at me with wide eyes, as if I had just belly danced in a tutu with a swordfish in my hand.

"What?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh. Like a real laugh, not just a chuckle or something." She gave me a smile.

I frowned. I don't laugh. "Yeah, well, don't go gettin' used to it," I grumbled, turning my attention back to the road ahead.

She leaned over and rested her head on the window. "It was nice," she said quietly, yawning.

I frowned. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Luckily I was spared the obligation to give some kind of feedback. Her soft snores filled the air of the cab, oddly peaceful even though we were in the middle of hell.

We were on a deserted street surrounded by trees when the RV started to slow.

I shut the engine and cursed silently. What now?

Well, school starts tomorrow for me, so my updates may slow down. But I promise I will try! Review :)