I woke up at some point in the night and couldn't go back to sleep because of how early I went to bed last night. I just laid in my bed thinking about things. Glenn and Maggie would be leaving today. I didn't feel sad anymore, I still wanted them to stay but I felt a little differently than I did last night.

I wish there was something I could do for them. Like a going away present or something. I don't think I have anything that I found while out on runs or still in my bag or anything that would make a good gift. And it would be better if it was something small, like pocket size.

I suddenly thought of the perfect thing! Do I still have it though? I better have it! Why would I get rid of it? I grabbed my iPod and gently slid the case off of it revealing the picture I had back there. I kept it there to keep it safe. I looked at it, it was a picture of the whole group after we found our previous camp, you know, during happier times. Maggie would especially love it because her dad and sister is in it. This is the perfect gift.

I turned it over and wrote something on the back, then looked over the finishing touch. It's perfect. I thought. I sat it on my end table and laid back down for a little bit. It was too early to get up.

"You sure you have everything?" My dad asked Glenn.

"Yup. It looks like it."

"You guys be careful." He said again. We all stood on the sidewalk by the car saying our goodbyes to Glenn and Maggie. I was the last one to see them. When they got to me, I stepped forward a little bit.

"C'mere." Maggie smiled. She gave me a tight hug and kissed my forehead.

Then, I hugged Glenn and he lifted me off the ground a little. "I'm gonna miss you picking on me." He smirked. I gave a small smile back. "Here." He took his hat off. "This is for you."

I perked up a little. "Thanks." Then, I pulled the picture out of my back pocket and handed it to Maggie.

"What's this?" She took it and looked at it. "Oh, it's a pitcher of us all."

"Lemme see." Glenn said. Then, they all started looking at it and smiling.

"What's this on the back?" Maggie said when she saw the writing. "Everybody wants happiness, no one wants pain but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain." She looked up at me. "Did you write that?" I nodded. "Oh, you're gonna make me cry." She let out a laugh and wiped a stray tear away, then hugged me again.

"That's nice, sweetheart." My dad said to me.

I took a step back as they started the car. Daryl was right behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. We watched them drive away, I waved one last time at the car in the distance.

We were all quiet after that, it was like no one knew what to do. We began walking back into the house. My dad rubbed my back when I walked passed him. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I answered. He kissed the top of my head. I went up to my room after that because there wasn't anything to do. I started cleaning my gun and knife because it was at least something to do. But then I got bored pretty quickly.

There was a knock at my door, just then. "Abby." It was my dad. He walked in. "I want you downstairs. We want you downstairs."

I gave him a weird look. "Why?"

"Because you've been upset, then you got sad about Glenn and Maggie leaving and you don't need to be up here by yourself anyway. So, come down."

I was annoyed. "I will in a minute." I shook my head.

"Now." He gave me a serious look. I didn't want to but I also didn't want to make him mad. I sighed and walked out of the room. He put a hand on my back as I walked by him.

I wanted to go out, I felt useless when I was just at home doing nothing because there literally wasn't anything to do these days. So I wanted to go out and do something productive. Everyone was just sitting in the living room not doing anything. On this particular day, though, I decided to go fishing. I grabbed my gear and went to tell the others. I could have just left but it's always a good idea to tell someone you're going out.

My dad was in the living room literally doing nothing. Daryl and my brother were also in the room. My dad took notice to my gear. "I'm going fishing again." I said.

"Daryl was just talkin' about going hunting." My dad informed me.

"Oh." I said and stopped. There was a pretty long pause. "Well…I wanna go fishing." I finally spoke again.

"And I wanna go huntin'." Daryl looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"…I wanna go fishing." I said again.

"Maybe you'd rather stay home today?" My dad gave me a serious look.

"Maybe I'd rather not." I replied back.

My dad looked at me with raised eyebrows, I gave him an innocent smile back. "Why don't you just stay home, honey?"

"No." I said annoyed. "I don't wanna stay inside, there's nothing to do." I complained. I heard Daryl snort. "I planned on going fishing today and that's what I'm doing." I started walking away.

"Okay, boss." My dad said sarcastically. I don't care if they get mad, I can't stand staying here. I was putting a bottle of water in my bag for me and a snack, usually when I go fishing, I'm down there for a pretty long time.

I was ready to go after that so I headed towards the door. "Hey, Abby." My dad called right as I opened the door to leave. "Come back a minute." Annoyance set in and I closed the door, then sighed loudly. "Yeah, I heard you sigh." He said again. I walked into the living room but stood in the doorway. "I have an idea." My dad said again. "You wanna go fishing, you wanna go hunting," he looked at Daryl when he said hunting, "why don't you two just go together?" He said the worst thing he's said since he told me about my first day of school. Dad, why? A bit of panic set in. Please say no, please say no, please say no. I silently begged.

"Yeah, sure. I'on care." Daryl said to my horror and stood up. Shit!

I quietly breathed in then out. "Whatever." I said. "Well, I'm ready to go now."

"Well, I ain't." He looked at me. "So, yer just gonna wait." Then he walked away into the kitchen. I gave my dad an annoyed look, then I sat down in the chair by the door with my arms crossed while waiting for Daryl. This is gonna be a great time. I thought annoyed.

I was sitting on the dock by myself. Daryl went into the woods to try and see if he could get anything, he told me that if any trouble happens to yell and he'll come running. I caught two fish so far but now I got to that point where there was a long pause before I got anymore. That's always boring but also kind of nice.

I heard footsteps on the dock, just then, and immediately grabbed my gun and spun around. "It's okay, it's just me." Daryl said. I calmed down a little and turned back to my fish. "Catch anythang?" He asked from behind me.

"Only two." I said with a sigh.

"That's alright." He said. I cocked an eyebrow. The way he said it made me mad, I'm not some dumb, helpless little kid. Don't patronize me.

"What about you?" I asked. "Did you get anything? You were gone for a pretty long time." I said in an accusing tone.

"All's I got was a coon." He said.

I made a disgusted face even though I wasn't facing him. "It probably had rabies."

"It don't got rabies." He kind of scolded me.

"Well, I learned in science class that if a nocturnal animal is out during the day then it could have rabies." I stated.

"Yeah, could have rabies." He said. "And I been huntin' fer a long time, I thank I can tell the difference between thangs with rabies and ones that don't."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, nature boy. Have fun eating your rabid "coon" then." I smirked. "I'll be—" I was about to say something else but I got a bite and immediately turned my attention back to the fish. I reeled it in as fast as I could, then pulled it out of the water. It was a big fucker! "Yes." I had a little celebration in my head.

"Nice." Daryl said. I didn't need his approval. I didn't say anything else and neither did he.

It was quiet for a long time. I didn't know what Daryl was doing behind me but I had something on my mind recently that I wanted to ask him. I turned slightly and opened my mouth but I didn't speak right away. "…you're used to this stuff, right?" I finally just said.

"What stuff?" He asked.

"You know, just everything now." I shrugged. I was facing away from him and looking at the water.

"I guess but…" He trailed off.

I shook my head, that's not what I wanted to ask him. Not in that way at least, and this conversation was going in a way that I didn't want it to so I rephrased my question. "You said yourself that you've been hunting for a long time. So…you've been doing the same thing basically your whole life." I stated. "Don't you ever just get sick of this shit?"

He didn't answer right away. I could tell that he was going to misunderstand my question. "…hey, no one told you ya had to fish. If ya don't wanna do it then don't." He sounded a bit angry? Maybe annoyed?

I turned a little so I could face him this time. "I wasn't referring to this exactly and I wasn't talking about me either. And believe me," I let out a laugh, "if I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't." I turned back around and faced the water. "But…I actually like fishing." I said in a softer tone.

"Yeah, well…it's the same fer me." Daryl said.

I thought about what he said and cocked an eyebrow. "What? You like living in the woods and hunting and all that other shit?" He didn't answer me but I knew his response. "Why?"

"Well," he cleared his throat, "why do you like fishin'?"

I shrugged. "Well, besides the fact that we need food, I guess it's just that…" I trailed off and thought for a minute. I was about to give him some bullshit answer but I didn't want to do that. Daryl is the one person out of the group that I could be real with. I knew he wouldn't judge me…or so I thought. Just speak your mind. I cleared my throat. "It's quiet and peaceful. And kind of relaxing but I get this feeling that I'm doing something productive."

"Mhm." He said from behind me. "Exactly. Same thang fer me."

I stared down at the water while taking in what he said. I didn't see what was so peaceful and relaxing about hunting. I could kind of understand being in the woods because it's quiet and you're surrounded by nature so I guess it's peaceful. Or it was peaceful at least, before the turn. Before there were walkers around every tree. And other dead people. And garbage. My mood started to turn more sour as I thought about the negatives of today and I shook my head. "No." I said out loud.

"No, what?" Daryl questioned me.

"It's not the same."

He snorted. "Alright. Whatever ya say."

It was quiet for a pretty long time after our conversation. It got a little cloudy and the sun went away, I figured it might storm eventually but I wanted to get some more fish before we headed back. I didn't really get a lot this time. Usually I can get at least eight, last time I got ten, but right now I don't even have half of that. That's definitely not enough to feed everyone. In fact, I bet Daryl could eat all of that himself. I could probably get down two pieces of fish myself, but I don't know about three. But also…I can't forget about my rule, which is…I only eat what I catch or find. I was still sticking to that. I'm not taking anything from anyone else. If I don't catch anything, then I don't eat. And there's not enough here so…I can't just keep what I got to myself. Everyone would think I'm selfish.

Daryl walked closer to where I was and dipped his hands in the water so he could wash them off. I watched him. He looked up at the sky while rubbing his hands together. "It's gonna storm soon. We should head back." He wiped his hands on his pants. I got an annoyed feeling. I can't go back yet, not until I get more fish. And I didn't need him telling me what to do. I can handle myself out here. I didn't say anything and looked back to the water like I didn't hear him. "Abby." He said. "Ya hear me?"

I shook my head and cleared my throat. "I can't go back yet."

"Why?" He asked like I was stupid.

"Because I only got three fish." I snapped. "That isn't enough."

"Well, we'll just have to deal with that fer now." He said and put his hand on my shoulder. "C'mon."

"No." I pulled away.

"Don't you tell me no, girl." He snapped. "Ya wanna handprint on yer ass?"

"You go back then. I'm not done." I said. He sounded like he was going to say something but I spoke first. "And you can't do that to me."

"You wanna bet?"

I didn't know what to say so I gave him the finger. "Mm." Then, I turned back around quickly.

I heard him exhale sharply through his nose. "Abigail." I could tell he was getting annoyed. Why is it that no one calls me by my real name unless they're mad at me? "You ain't gonna catch nothin' if it's stormin'. It's comin' any minute now."

I huffed with a laugh. "What are you now? A weather man? Oh yeah, I forgot. You're nature boy." I teased him. "It might not even storm for hours."

"Well, I ain't takin' the chance. Let's go." He sounded madder than before. And I liked it. "I ain't leavin' without ya."

I got an idea, just then, and smiled. I decided to make him even more mad. "Why?" I turned to face him and smirked. "You afraid of storms or something?" He glared at me for a minute, then he turned and started walking away. I had to smile. I won. I turned back to the water and breathed a satisfied sigh.

However, I heard his heavy footsteps on the dock walking back over to me. I didn't turn around though. All of a sudden, I felt the back of my shirt being grabbed really hard. I let out a noise. He started dragging me. My eyes widened with shock. "Ah!" I said. "Daryl, stop!" He dragged me off the dock and onto the grass, then continued to drag me up the hill. "Stop, Daryl! Seriously!" I'm going to get a brush burn if he drags me onto the concrete. "Fine! I'll walk, okay?"

He finally let me go after that, I stood up and gave him an appalled look while brushing some of the dirt off me. Then, I tried to fix my shirt but it was all stretched out and didn't fit me right anymore. I clapped my arms down at my sides. "You ruined my shirt." I said to him, then walked passed him to go get my stuff. "Jerk." I called back.

We walked back with me in front and in silence. I can't believe he dragged me like that, like I was some little kid that refused to come in for dinner. I don't know what his problem is. First, he calls me stupid and annoying and now this? Why does he want to be around me anyway? I thought he said he couldn't stand me? Well…he did say that sometimes he can't stand me, but still…just as bad.

As we were walking, the dark clouds moved away and the sun came back out. I got annoyed. Really? I could still be fishing right now! I decided to take it out on Daryl, after all it is his fault that we left. I stopped and looked at him. "It's gonna storm any minute now, huh?" I said smartly.

His expression changed and I knew he was going to say something. "What's yer problem, huh?" He snapped. "Why you bein' such a smartass?"

"You made me leave!" I snapped back. "We don't have enough food for everyone now. I could still be fishing but it was gonna storm." I mocked him.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I thought it was and I wasn't leavin' ya there."

I looked back at him. "I didn't ask you to come with me." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Daryl looked a little surprised for a second. "Oh, alright." He nodded. "Next time you wanna go on a run or somethin', yer on yer own."

"Good!" I snapped back. "I don't need your help! That way I can be alone and no one will bother me." I started walking again. Everything that I've been feeling recently, from when I heard Daryl talking about me to now that I've kept bottled up, was catching up to me. I got tears in my eyes.

"I bother you?" Daryl questioned. I got annoyed all over again and wiped away my tears. I wish he would just leave me alone. He's hurt me enough. "Huh?" I didn't answer him. "Hey." He caught up with me and grabbed my arm. "Answer me. Do I bother you?"

"You did today." I said and breathed out. I tried to pull away but he grabbed both of my arms now and made me face him.

"Don't you get smart with me, little girl. I ain't yer daddy. I will beat yer ass." He spat. We looked at each other. "Ya hear me?" He gritted his teeth and gave me a little shake, then let me go.

I looked at him for a second, then walked away. I didn't talk to him or even look at him for the rest of the way home. I was desperate to get away from him though so I sped it up a little.

I walked straight into the kitchen when we got home, Daryl followed me. The first person I saw was my dad. "Hey, you're back." He said. His expression changed a little probably because he noticed my face. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said quickly, then cleared my throat. "I only got three fish." I held the line up. I didn't keep the disappointment out of my voice.

My dad let out a little laugh. "Well, what'd ya come home so early for?"

That just made everything worse when he said that. "Daryl thought it was gonna storm so he made us leave." I stated. I thought I heard Daryl make a noise from behind me.

"Oh." My dad said. "That's okay. We can make this work." He took the line from me. I nodded then quickly walked away before anyone said anything else and up the stairs and into my room. I let the tears fall as soon as I closed the door. I went around to the other side of the bed and sat on the floor facing the wall with my back against the bed. Then, I really let myself cry for a few minutes. Daryl's the meanest person in the world.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the evening and didn't even go down for dinner. I wanted to stay away from Daryl, he threatened me. I didn't know how serious he was about that but he seemed pretty serious in that moment. It actually kind of scared me. We didn't have enough food for everyone anyway. So, I was just laying in my bed. I had to change my clothes first, of course, because my pants were all dirty from Daryl dragging me. I was a lot calmer now than earlier. I got my cry out and I wasn't sad anymore. I kind of wish none of that would have happened. It does make me mad though. If it was Daryl that acted like me today, it would all be okay because he's Daryl. And it would be my problem. It's okay when he takes his anger out on others but not if someone like me does that. I got stuff going on with me too. But of course he wouldn't see that.

There was a knock on my door a little later. I knew it was my dad before he even said anything. It's weird how I could tell the difference of who's there just from their knock. "Abby, it's me." My dad said. I didn't say anything so he came in. He knows by now that if I don't say anything, then that means it's okay to come in. But if it wasn't, then I would just say no. He walked into the room. "Hey." He said and closed the door. I could tell by the way he said that that he wasn't going to tell me something good. He came a little closer to the bed. "I just talked to Daryl. What's going on? Did something happen while you two were out?" My dad sounded calm, it made me think he didn't know anything that happened.

I didn't answer right away. "What did he tell you?"

"He didn't tell me anything." My dad said and shook his head. "He just said that you're a smartass…and he sounded pretty angry about it."

So I was right. He didn't tell him anything. I smirked in satisfaction at Daryl calling me a smartass.

"Hey, that's not funny, young lady." My dad warned me. "Now you tell me what happened."

I wiped the smirk off my face and became serious again. My eyes casted down for a moment, then I looked back up. "Nothin' happened." I shook my head and took a breath before speaking again. "I got mad that he wanted us to leave because I only had three fish and that wasn't enough food for everyone. But he made me leave even though I said I could handle myself and so I got mad and we got into a little argument. But it wasn't even that bad and it's not a big deal."

My dad was just looking at me. He finally nodded. "Is that why you didn't come down for dinner? 'Cause you thought there wasn't enough to eat?"

"Kind of." I shrugged.

"Abigail, you shouldn't do that." My dad scolded me. "You caught it and you should have eaten something. That's not good for you not to eat."

I almost rolled my eyes. I've heard this over and over again from him. "It's okay. I'm not hungry."

He gave me a disapproving look but let it go. "Okay. You promise me that you're okay though? That you two are okay?" He raised his eyebrows a little.

"Yeah, everything's fine." I gave him a small smile.

He nodded. "Okay." He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Don't stay up too late tonight. You sound stuffy like you're gettin' a cold." He tapped my nose.

"I'm fine though." I breathed out through my mouth. I probably just sound that way because I was crying earlier.

"Well…still." He said. "Try to get some sleep tonight." Then he walked out of my room closing the door behind him.

I sighed and laid back on the bed. No, dad. I'm not okay.

My dad said I sounded stuffy like I was getting a cold last night. I thought it was from me crying, but I still felt like that the next day so maybe I am getting sick. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbed a grapefruit then went in the dining room to join the others.

Daryl was in his usual seat and I always sat on the other side facing him. I had to do that because I had to pretend like everything was normal so no one would get any ideas. I saw my dad looking outside. "Why's your brother eating his breakfast on the porch?" He asked me.

I was about to say I don't know but then I remembered him telling me something. "He said he read somewhere that you're supposed to get at least twenty minutes of sun a day. So I guess that's his new thing." I breathed out. I put my spoon in my mouth while I adjusted my eating area.

"Oh." My dad laughed. "Well, I hope he knows he's not getting any sun from sitting on the porch."

"I'on know." I shrugged and pulled the spoon out of my mouth. I grabbed my knife and cut both edges of my grapefruit, then made a cut on the side so it would be easier to peel. I could feel Daryl watching me but I didn't look up from what I was doing. My dad left the room for a second, it was just me and Daryl. Awkward.

"That ain't how you eat a grapefruit." He said to me.

I looked up at him for a moment, then back down. "This is how I eat a grapefruit." I said. "It's easier."

"Don't look like it. Looks like yer just makin' a mess."

"Well, then…don't look at it."

"Still bein' a smartass, huh?"

"It's my creed." I smirked. Even though I was still mad at Daryl from yesterday, I actually wasn't even being serious right now. I was just joking around like I do sometimes. Then, there was a brief pause.

"Hey." He said in a softer tone. "I'm sorry about yesterday." He said to my surprise. I stopped and looked up at him in shock. He's apologizing? "What I said to you. I would never do that to ya." He shook his head.

I looked back down at my grapefruit and slowly finished peeling it. I actually think I liked it better when he was mad at me. I waited to talk to see if he was finished speaking, he didn't say anything else so I shook my head and said, "it's fine."

"But," he stood up, "hey." He said to get my attention. I looked at him. "You are a little smartass, though, and you made me mad. So, you gotta watch makin' me mad." He had an amused look on his face. My eyes glazed over, he tapped under my chin before he walked away.

I got a strange feeling after that, and it wasn't annoyance or even anger either. It was just weird. I looked in his direction, he walked out on the front porch. What the hell was that all about? First, he says he can't stand me, then he tries to be nice to me and wants to follow me places, next, I make him mad, we argue and he threatens me, then he apologizes? I don't get him.

I decided to go out scavenging today, it feels like I haven't done that in forever. I was overdue. I usually go up the street but today, I went down. I've already checked pretty much all of the houses down here but I wanted to move farther away. At the bottom of this hill, the road goes flat, then once you walk a little more, it becomes a hill again. I want to check those houses up there.

I walked around up there for a while and checked in some houses. I found the usual stuff like some canned goods, bags of chips and some basic medical supplies. However, this one house, in the basement, I found a whole box of arrows! I bet they would fit Daryl's crossbow!

Daryl. I thought and suddenly my mood soured. Screw him. He can find his own arrows. I was about to walk away and leave them there but something stopped me.

I remember this story from the bible about this guy who was hated by his brothers so they left him somewhere far away. He was with these other people and started out as a prisoner, then he ended up becoming a king. And one day, his brothers came to see the king in the area to ask for land and they didn't recognize their brother at first, which upset the guy. But he granted them the land that they wanted, even though they did that horrible thing to their brother. See, the point of the story is that when someone does you wrong, you should give them kindness instead of seeking revenge.

That's what I should do with Daryl. Be nice to him. That way, maybe he'll feel bad about how he treated me and feel like a jerk. Maybe.

So, I grabbed the arrows. They were kind of hard to hold and a little heavy, I had to use both hands to carry the box. I better go home now, then because I can't defend myself without any hands.

As I was walking away, I accidentally bumped into this table that had an old TV on it. The bump caused the TV to fall, I thought I moved out of the way but the heavy ass thing fell right onto the top of my foot. "Ow?" I said it like a question. I immediately felt pain that got worse, I was seriously about to cry.

I sat the box of arrows on the floor and sat down on the bottom step rubbing my foot. It really hurt. I hissed in pain. "Ah." I kept saying. I wanted to wait until I got home to look at it though.

I think I can walk on it. I slowly stood up, I could walk but I had a little bit of a limp. It hurt every time I put my foot down. This isn't good. I thought. I picked up the box of arrows and headed home.

Once I got back to the house, I walked straight into the kitchen and put the box on the table, then I emptied out my bag as well. The first person I saw was Daryl. "Hey." He said. "What'd ya find?" He walked closer. "What's this?" He was referring to the box.

"I found some arrows. I hope they work for you."

"Arrows?" Daryl looked inside the box. "Wow." He said lowly. Probably because of how many there were. "These should work just fine." He picked one up and looked at it while nodding. "Nice." I looked down. "Thanks." I gave him a small nod, then turned around. He surprised me by hugging me from behind, then he kissed the top of my head. My eyes widened a little and I looked up at Daryl. I wondered why he did that. He's never shown any type of affection towards anyone that I know of, especially like that.

I didn't have too long to think about it though because my dad walked into the kitchen. "Abigail." He said, he didn't sound happy. I looked at him. "You know I worry about you when you go out, why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" He gave me a scolding look.

I didn't answer right away. I didn't even realize that I didn't tell him, I must have forgot. "…I thought I did." I said innocently.

"No, you did not." He looked down at me.

I looked at the ground for a second. "Sorry." I said. "I've gotten so used to going out that I must've forgot and thought I told you. You know how I forget things."

My dad gave me a disapproving look but he eased up a little. "It's alright. But you have to try to remember that. It's important." He raised his eyebrows at me. I nodded at him. "Remember what we talked about?"

I sighed loudly and looked down because I guess now I'm grounded. "Yeah." I said.

"I'm gonna let this go this time because I know that sometimes you forget, but next time, I mean it."

"Check out what Abby found this time." Daryl said to my dad.

My dad's expression seemed to change when he saw all of the arrows. "Where did you find them?"

"Oh, just in someone's basement." I waved like it was no big deal. The two of them were looking over the supplies I found so I took my escape.

I walked out onto the front porch and sat down on the steps. Time to take my shoe off and look at the damage. I cringed while pulling my shoe off. Then, I pulled my sock off. My eyes widened a little. My foot up by my toes was all black and blue. It hurt pretty bad, too, when I touched it. The one day I wear converses and not my boots. I shook my head. This is not good.

I hurriedly put my shoe back on and went up to my room, then I threw them both off again and sat on my bed. Maybe if I just keep it up for a little, it'll feel better.

I ended falling asleep for a couple of hours. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. When I looked down, I almost freaked out. I had forgotten about my foot. It looked even worse than it did earlier.