We continued to drink and make small talk. I was feeling it, so Daryl definitely had to be feeling something because he drank more than me.

"I like looking at the stars." I stated. "Maybe…we can look at them tonight."

"Sure." Was all he said.

I started laughing. "That kinda sounded like I just asked you out."

He snorted. "Sorry, I don't go fer skanks." He smirked.

I think he was joking, but the way he said it made me look at him. He noticed and looked like he wished he didn't say that.

"What?" I let out a nervous laugh. "You think I'm a skank?"

"It was a joke." He said with a smirk, but it slowly faded.

"Well, yeah, I know that," I said, "but why would you say that?"

He shook his head. "I didn't mean anythang by it. It was just a joke."

I thought for a minute. "Oh, okay." I smiled.

"I just said it because…"

I looked back up at him.

"…I saw ya with that boy…back at the farm." He stated. Oh okay. That's understandable. I was just going to let it go, but Daryl continued. "And what my brother told me." It was out before he could stop himself.

Really wish he wouldn't have said that last part. He looked the same way whenever I looked up at him. I grew pretty angry, and fast. "And what exactly did he tell you?"

"Nothin'." He replied. "Just forget it."

"No." I snapped. "You can't start to say something, and just stop. I wanna know. Tell me!"

He cleared his throat. "He just said that…you two was foolin' around." He looked like he got a little nervous. So, it finally comes out. Looks like he was telling the truth. What a jerk! When I didn't say anything, Daryl, I guess, tried to make it better. "But I don't care if ya did or didn't…"

"We didn't!" I snapped, cutting him off. "I would never!"

There was an awkward silence.

"I'm not like that." I said a little calmer. The truth was, I was a little bit hurt. Why would he say that? He doesn't know me that well. Well…I guess it could be the alcohol. "And by the way, Jimmy kissed me, and it was one time. I told him to stop after that."

"Whatever." Daryl said roughly.

"Hey, you're the one who brought it up."

"Yeah, well I wish I wouldn't have." He snapped.

"Yeah, I wish you wouldn't have either!" I yelled. "How do you think I feel? You must think I'm a real whore if you think I'd fuck around with a man that much older than me. Let alone…Merle." I scrunched my nose up in disgust.

"What's that s'posed to mean?" He asked roughly.

"Your brother's fucking disgusting." I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, if ya thought he was disgustin', then why was ya always hangin' around 'im?" He yelled.

"Because he reminded me of my cousin." I said. "He was my friend."

"Ya don't make any sense!" He yelled. "Ya don't even know what you're talkin' about! You're just a little girl with a foul mouth!"

I stood up. "Then what does that make you?" I yelled. "A careless fool?"

He was on his feet in a minute. "Me, careless? Ya practically had to kill yer own mom, and ya couldn't even shed a tear! Yer whole family's gone, and yer out here makin' jokes and drinkin' like nothin' even matters but yourself!"

I was getting really fired up, and when I get fired up, it triggers my anxiety. I tried to calm down, so I took a sip of my drink. My hand was shaking uncontrollably. I turned and tried to walk outside.

"Where ya goin'?" Daryl grabbed my arm. "Huh?" He yelled.

"Just stop!" I yelled, making my voice crack.

"What the hell do ya want from me, girl?" Daryl yelled.

"I just wanted you to chill out and relax for once!" I yelled. "You had so much weighing on your shoulders all the time!"

"Yeah, cuz ya really care about that." He said.

"It's true!" I pushed my hair out of my face. "I just wanted us to be friends."

"Friends?" He snorted. "Ya had so many of those, and look where they are now." Ouch! "Ya know, I think I figured ya out!" Daryl said. "You try to act like you're such a good person, but really you're just a…self-centered, little bitch!"

I looked down, and then back at him. That actually stung a little.

I sighed. "Fuck you, man." I said. "You just don't get it."

"No, you don't get it! He yelled. "Everyone we know is dead!"

"You don't know that!"

"They might as well be because you ain't ever gonna see 'em again!" He yelled. "Rick and Carl."

"Daryl, just stop." I said.

"No!" He continued to yell. "Ya know, back at that church, when ya fainted? I thought of Rick. I respected yer dad a lot. So, I thought I'd help his daughter out. That's why I brought ya here. Not to make friends or "get to know each other better." He mocked me. "I did it for Rick, and that's the only reason."

That hurt a lot. I looked at the ground. "Oh." I said quietly and squinted at him. "Okay." I sat down at the dining room table. So, he doesn't want to be friends, he made it very clear. I guess that's just how it's going to be. I won't talk to him then.

We were quiet for a long time, I finally got sick of the silence and stared at Daryl. He was just sitting there, miserable just like before. I wasn't going to say anything but…I think I'm going to. I started shaking my head. "I don't get it. I'm confused." He looked up at me. "You don't make sense." I paused while he just looked at me. "You're pissed." I nodded. "Yeah, I get that. You're pissed because all of our people are gone. I say gone because we don't know that they're dead. But the thing is, you didn't even want to TRY to go look for them. Yet, you wanna sit here and be miserable?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Also, I don't know why you're being so cold towards me. I didn't do anything to you. And-and if our people really are dead, I'm not. I'M still here. But you don't care about that. You think I'm helpless. Weak." I took a breath. "I bet…if it was my dad instead of me here, you wouldn't be like this." I gave him a dirty look then walked into the living room.

It was quiet for minute. Then, Daryl finally spoke. "Yeah?" He cleared his throat. I was actually a little relieved that I was about to get a response back, even if it was bad. "Yeah, what do you know?" He sounded angry.

"I know a lot of things." I turned to him from my spot. "Ask me anything, I'm an open book."

"Okay, so…if you miss yer dad so much, then how come ya don't seem more upset? Huh?" He snapped.

"What am I supposed to do? Sit here and cry all day? That's not gonna do anything." I became more angry and defensive. "And at least I actually wanna to do stuff, not like you that wants to live in the woods and stare at a fire." I snapped.

"Yeah?" He came walking over to me. "In case you haven't realized, in case you haven't caught on cuz we all know yer a little slow, the world you know is gone. There ain't no more parties and amusement parks and shows. There ain't no fun. Everythang's gone!"

I looked up at him when he called me slow. He knows that would hurt me, but I'm not going to let him know that he did. I glared at him then looked down at the floor. I swallowed hard. "I'm slow, huh?" I looked at him and nodded. I stood up and faced him. "Well, you're a follower." I pointed. "Yeah, all you do is follow people. You followed my dad and before him you followed Shane. You even followed me today." I kind of laughed. "And before this, you followed your brother. Everywhere. Isn't that right?" I said it purposely to be cruel and I didn't care. I probably should have stopped there because he looked really angry but I continued. "You're like a dog." I whistled. "Come here, Daryl. Come here, boy." I called like I was calling a dog. "Come get the walkers. Oh! You got a squirrel? Good boy! Who's a good boy?" I laughed pretty hard.

Daryl was looking very angry. "At least I don't gotta rely on anyone else fer anythang." He snapped.

I shrugged. "We were brought up differently." Daryl snorted. "It's true. We were." I shrugged again. "You had a dad that didn't give a shit about you so you had to fend for yourself. I didn't. I had two loving parents who took care of me." I scoffed. "What? You want me to apologize?" I let out a small laugh. "Okay, I'm sorry for having a better childhood than you." I shook my head. "You'd think you wouldn't wish that on anyone. Hm."

"That's not what I said." He angrily waved at me. "Ya know what, why don't you just shut the hell up?"

"Don't try to insult me. I'll come back way harder. You can't hurt me." I said matter of factly.

"I told you to shut up!" He yelled. "Don't you listen to anythang?"

"Yeah, when I want to." I crossed my arms over my chest. "No one tells me what to do. I've been doing what I wanted since I was thirteen and it's going to stay that way until the day I die." Daryl was glaring at me very hard. If looks could kill…

Suddenly, he made his way over to me and grabbed my arm really hard. "Hey." I said.

"Spoiled brat." He said shaking his head. "I'll teach ya to do what yer told." He snapped. "Com'ere!" He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me then sat down and threw me over his lap. My eyes went wide and I didn't even have time to react before his hand came crashing down on my butt.

"Ah!" I cried out. I was more than surprised that he did it. I heard him make a noise through his noise and then he smacked me some more. It smarted very badly. He sure knows how to hit. I finally snapped out of it. "Daryl, stop! What are you doing?" I yelled angrily. "Get the fuck off! Let me go!" I was fuming. Who does he think he is, spanking me like a little kid?

"I'm doin' what yer daddy shoulda done!" He said roughly and continued to spank me.

Just then, we heard a noise outside. Daryl quickly stood up, I caught myself and I turned around with my gun up and my eyes wide. Damn it! We must have drawn walkers with our loud voices. Then, we heard gunshots and people came in through the back door. I tried to run but I was met in the other room with a gun pointed at me. "Drop it, sweetheart." A man said to me. I let my gun hit the floor as I glared at him. He picked my gun up then pointed with his gun to go back in the other room. I continued to glare at him then started walking. Rolling my eyes with an annoyed feeling as his gun touched my back. I saw that there were three of them. They had their guns pointed at Daryl who was forced to sit at the table. "Right over there next to your friend." The man shoved me.

I sat down in front of Daryl and sighed quietly. We're screwed.

The guys had gathered up our weapons and the little supplies we had. I was feeling annoyed, I was calmed down from earlier but very annoyed and for some reason, I did not feel scared. "Any batteries?" One of the guys asked another.

"No. Nothin' but a few canned goods and one water."

"We don't have anything for you if that's what you came for." I said. I guess I was feeling confident.

Just then, one of the guys walked over to me. "No, it isn't." He said. Then he hit me in the mouth with his pistol.

"Ah!" I yelled and hit the ground. I licked my lip where I was hit and tasted blood. It hurt pretty bad but I didn't cry. I looked up at the guy that hit me.

"Get up!" He said. He grabbed me by my arm and hauled me up. "My my." He looked down at me. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how stunning you looked." He had his hand on the back of my head so I had to look at him. He stroked my cheek and then his hand traveled down until he got to my chest. "Look at them titties." He tried to pull my shirt down but I smacked his hand away making him laugh. He tightened his grip on me. "Ay," he turned to his buddies, "I'm gonna take this one upstairs." My eyes widened a little. He looked back at me. "Maybe she can help me find some more stuff." He laughed. I swallowed hard but didn't show that I was scared. My eyes drifted over to Daryl for a moment, he looked pissed, as usual, but it also looked like he had a bit of concern on his face. "Come on, darlin'." The man pulled me away. I didn't protest. I didn't try to fight him. That's what I wanted; to make him think I wasn't a fighter.

"Hey, I get her when you're done." One of the other guys called.

I was taken upstairs to the first room on the right. He shoved me inside hard making me hit into the dresser, I held onto it to catch my balance. I turned my head slowly to look at him. "Make it easy on me and take ya clothes off." He ordered. I glared at him. He saw that I had no intentions on doing what he said, he made his way over to me and started touching me everywhere. I grimaced. This is not happening. I told myself. I wasn't going to let him rape me. He shoved me to the ground hard, my shirt ripped a little on the side. "Uh." I said. I was facing away from him, which is really bad. This cannot happen! I have to get out of this somehow. And it has to be one hundred and ten percent me because no one can help me right now. I can't rely on anyone else.

Just then, I noticed a snow globe in a pile of junk next to me. My eyes widened.

"Come on, sweetheart." He said. I picked the snow globe up and hit him in the face as hard as I could, it broke over him and he yelled out in pain. "My eyes!" He said covering them. Shards of glass must have got in them. Then, I kicked him in the leg like I do to walkers and he went down. I grabbed his gun and was about to shoot him but then I stopped myself. They will hear it downstairs and then come up here. So, I grabbed his knife and slit his throat. Blood sprayed on my face and neck. He was done after that but I wasn't. I had to make sure he didn't turn. This is going to be hard. I held the knife up with two hands and brought it down as hard as I could stabbing him in the head. Now, now I'm done. Good job. I sat back catching my breath.

I made my way down the stairs as quietly as possible. Peeking around the corner, I saw that everything was still exactly how I left it. The two guys were still there holding up Daryl, talking to him I think. From where I could see, Daryl was okay. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I glared. I pointed the gun and aimed it right at one of their heads. I pulled the trigger and he went down. "What the hell?" The last guy said. He was tackled to the ground by Daryl. Another gunshot was heard and I quickly took cover. He pulled the trigger when Daryl took him down.

Somehow in their fight, the guy ripped Daryl's shirt completely open in the back. I saw all these scars on his back and just kind of paused for a minute. The man ended up on top of Daryl. He was punching him in the face. I pointed my gun and shot him dead. Daryl threw the body off of him then looked at me. I immediately went over to the other body and searched his pockets for his weapons and shit and also our weapons and supplies. Daryl got his crossbow back. While we were doing that, I said to Daryl, "these guys might have other friends. We should get outta here before they come looking for them."

Daryl nodded. We gathered up our shit and got the hell out of there.

Hey guys! I just redid this story and I'm also adding to it!