It had been a couple of months since the Woodbury survivors came to live with us, and there had been lot of changes. We took the yard back and rebuilt the gate. Hershel showed Rick how to farm and now we were growing our own food, though sometimes Dixon went out and hunted down a deer or something or we went on runs. We rigged up a plumbing system and now we had water to take showers in and stuff. The Woodbury survivors had their own cell block to live in and we had ours. We could have lives now.

I still didn't sleep much despite knowing that we were safe. I spent most of my time in the library with a flashlight. Woodbury had quite the library and we ransacked it when we picked it clean. We took weapons, clothes, food, anything that we could use to make the prison a better place to live.

And it was nice having all the extra people around. There were kids for Carl to play with, teens for Beth and I to talk to, and adults for everyone else to make friends with. I mean, Beth even had herself a little boyfriend. Zach, his name was. He was kind of cute, if you liked a sort of geek/rocker type deal. That what he seemed to me, like a geek who wanted to be the rocker type. Not that I thought type had any meaning anymore, it was the end of the world.

Then there were the constant newcomers. We had set up a council to make all the decisions and the council had come up with three questions to ask anyone we met on the road during runs:

How many walkers have you killed?

How many people have you killed?

Why?

Most of the time, we liked the answers, and that's how our group grew. The most recent recruit was a man named Bob. Bob was cool. I liked Bob. Everyone else was sort of suspicious of him because Sasha and them had found him alone on the road, but I liked him. He had been a medic in the army, that was going to come in handy, I was sure.

I started going on runs a couple of weeks after the Woodbury survivors moved in. I was all healed up and Hershel gave me the okay. On one of those runs I found a bunch of sports equipment; basketballs, soccer balls, baseballs and baseball bats, kick balls. I even found dodge balls. I appointed myself the P.E. teacher and once in a while I would gather anyone who wanted to play and we would play baseball or soccer or kick ball. Usually we played in the gymnasium because it was inside and we could get noisy, especially when we played dodge ball, but a lot of the time we were outside. I cannot tell you how many baseballs we lost because of Carl hitting them over the fence. We finally had to outlaw baseball unless we were inside because of Carl.

Ah, Carl. He'd been weird for a few days after the governor attacked the prison. He kept his distance and surveyed the newcomers like he was hunting deer. Finally, Rick took him out and showed him what Hershel had taught Rick and Carl began getting normal again. He started talking to me again and challenging me to Egyptian Rat and Hearts. He never expressly addressed what had happened in the courtyard that day, but I got the idea. He was sorry, I could tell, and that was enough for me.

Michonne went on runs to find the Governor with no such luck. She would bring back whatever she could find, most of the time comic books for Carl. Carl and I shared the comic books and looked forward to Michonne's return because 1) it meant she wasn't dead and 2) she had more comic books.

Everything was going smoothly. The other survivors were actually really nice and accepting of us as the leaders. We, the original group, commanded a lot of respect for some reason. They trusted us, and after a while, we began to trust them.

It was nice at the prison, like it was before, at least, for little bit.

We needed to go on a run for supplies.

We could spare too many people, so it was just going to be a few of us. Sasha, Tyrese, Dixon, Glenn, Bob, Zach, and me. Bob wanted to earn his keep, but he'd only been here a week and Sasha was skeptical, but she let him come. Beth came to say goodbye, sort of, to Zach. She kissed him a couple of times then walked off, never actually saying goodbye. She didn't like saying goodbye.

When Beth and Zach started... doing whatever they were doing, dating? I don't know, Beth told me she hoped that I'd like one of the other boys. I didn't. I hadn't even thought about stuff like that since getting here, there were so many other things to think about. But Glenn and Maggie got together, and Beth had Zach, and I was sure something was going on between Tyrese and Karen, but the possibility of me finding someone had never crossed my mind. To be honest, I never thought I'd get the chance.

Well, I guess I have a chance now, the only thing missing was guys I could actually like.

I packed up the green Hondai and attached my crowbar to my belt. It was the same crowbar I had found in Hershel's car after we had to escape the farm. Crowbars weren't the choice of weapon for everyone else, but I had worked with it so long that I had gotten good at handling it, the same way Michonne had learned how to handle her sword. Which was bad ass. She was a black ninja assassin. So cool.

I climbed into the car and Glenn jumped into the driver seat. Dixon pulled out ahead of us on his bike and we followed. The silver truck followed us and we headed down the path toward the front gate.

"Glenn, let me roll the window down." I said. Glenn had locked the windows. "Glennnnnnnnn! Let me roll the window doooowwwnnnn!"

Glenn shook his head, smiling.

"Fine." We were driving slow enough that I could open the door and jump out with out getting hurt. Which is exactly what I did. I had to run a little because the car was going faster than I thought, but I didn't break my leg and I didn't fall on my face or my ass so I was okay. I trotted over to Dixon, Rick, Carl, and Michonne who had just gotten back.

"Hey!" I said hugged the black ninja assassin. She hugged me back.

"I was just telling Daryl here that I was going to tag along." Michonne said. I smiled

"Cool. You can ride with Glenn and me." I replied.

"But she just got here." Carl protested.

"And I'll be back." Michonne replied. I ruffled Carl's hair and he tried to push me away, which only made me want to mess with him more. We wrestled a little before Glenn called out of the car, "Hey, let's go." I pushed Carl and he almost fell, laughing. I ran to the car and jumped in before he could retaliate. Glenn shook his head and Michonne was smiling from the back seat, then we followed Dixon out onto the road.

Author's Note: Alright, I know I haven't posted in a while, but here you go. Have a nice day!