"We're out." Abraham said, "Just like the other one." We had been on the road for about three weeks now. We didn't even know where we were going, we just kept heading north.

"And, so, we walk." My dad said. We all hopped out of the car and began walking down the road. I was annoyed already. I was really starting to hate all this walking. It was disgustingly hot out, we haven't eaten in days or bathed for even longer. And on top of everything else, I have my period. I felt like straight shit. And I was not far from passing out. My time of the month is always really bad. Oh, and, let's not forget about guilt. I was still feeling awful about Noah. I never told anyone…

My dad and Daryl were in the front talking. I couldn't hear everything they were saying but every once in a while, I caught some of what they were talking about. "We're not at our strongest." My dad said. Then, some other stuff that I couldn't hear. Judith whimpered.

"She's hungry." Daryl said referring to her.

"She's fine. She'll be alright. But…" My dad trailed off and glanced back at me. He said something to Daryl in a low voice, I guessed about me because then Daryl turned around and looked at me.

"Hey." He said and started walking back with me. "Ya alright?"

I didn't answer right away. "Why?"

"Just wanna make sure."

I gave him a stupid look. "Why?" I asked again.

Daryl seemed to hesitate. "…cuz yer face is really pale."

"So, my dad sent you to come check on me?" I said with raised eyebrows.

"He's got his reasons. And…I wanted to." Daryl said roughly. I didn't say anything to that. I really didn't feel like doing this right now. I wish so badly that someone would say let's take a break, but I'm not going to be the one to say it. I watched Daryl borrow a water bottle from one of the others and then hand it to me. "Take a drank."

"I'm fine." I declined. We don't have a lot of water.

"Abby."

"I said, I'm fine." I said a little louder and tried to walk ahead but he grabbed ahold of my arm. I kind of huffed.

"You ain't fine." He said roughly. "I don't know why yer actin' like this but ya need to stop. Now take a drank." We were stopped in the road, the others looked at us as they walked by. I looked back at Daryl and he was giving me a scary look. Whoa! Not going to lie, I was a little scared. I quickly grabbed the bottle and took the smallest of sips then handed it back without saying anything. Daryl was still looking at me wrong.

"…sorry." I said quietly then started walking. He was behind me.

We walked for longer and Eugene passed out. It was only for a few seconds. Abraham called for a break but Eugene swore that he was okay and said we could keep going. So, we moved forward.

We finally wandered into a small neighborhood. It was getting late anyway so my dad said we would stay here for the night. I was thankful.

After checking all the homes to make sure they were clear, we decided to split into three groups since we had fifteen people. Well…if you count Judith.

So, anyway, my dad, Michonne, Carl, Judith and I in one house. Daryl, Carol, Sasha, Glenn and Maggie in another. And then that left Abraham, Rosita, Eugene, Tara and Gabriel in another.

We were all in our assigned homes. My dad, Michonne and Carl were talking and eating some food that we found. I went to go take care of myself in another room and now I was just sitting on the floor in the living room. "Abby, come eat somethin'." My dad said.

"I can't." I sighed.

"Why?"

Just then, an image of Noah screaming while the walkers ripped him apart flashed through my mind. That has been happening more recently. "I just…can't." I got up and went outside for some fresh air. Also, I wanted to be alone.

I stood outside next to a car in the driveway. I was starting to feel really weak and sick. I remember it feeling like all the blood drained from my face. I let out a moan. "You okay, Abby?" I heard a voice belonging to Daryl, he must be keeping watch. I looked up and saw black dots. Uh oh… I leaned on the car for support because I started to feel dizzy. I put my head down…

"Abby." I felt someone lightly slapping my face. "Abby." I groaned and opened my eyes, my vision focused and I was looking up at Daryl. He looked relieved. "Ya okay?" He asked me. I didn't answer him, I looked around, no one else was there. Good. I realized my head was in Daryl's lap. I groaned and sat up slowly. "Careful." He helped me.

"I'm fine." I sighed. "Please don't say anything to my dad."

"I ain't makin' no promises." He said roughly. "Are you alright?" I just nodded. "Come on let's get ya inside." He helped me up and we went into my house. My dad and the others looked up when they saw us. "She passed out." Daryl said betraying me. I gave him an annoyed look. I told him not to say anything! "I told ya I wasn't promisin' nothin'." He shook his head at me.

"What? You passed out?" My dad made his way over to me. He looked at me and touched my face.

"I'm fine." I said.

"No, ya ain't." I heard Daryl say. I turned to look at him briefly then back to my dad because he started saying something.

"You passed out because you didn't eat anythang." My dad scolded. "You better get somethin' to eat now."

"She will." Daryl then said. "She'll eat."

I was getting super annoyed and pissed. I was mad at Daryl for telling my dad after I told him not to and I'm mad at my dad for treating me like a child. They said some other stuff but I wasn't really listening, I was too irritated to care. "I'll eat!" I blurted out. "Okay? Just everyone PLEASE leave me the frick alone!" I went over to the table and grabbed some stale pretzels and put two of them in my mouth. I turned to them so they could see. Then, I wandered off to one of the bedrooms and locked myself in. I didn't talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

The next day, some of the others went out and checked some of the other houses for supplies. I stayed right where I was for most of the morning. I was feeling a lot better that I got some rest, but I just didn't feel like dealing with people yet. I finally let myself out of my room around noon maybe and headed into the kitchen. I poured some dry cereal into a bowl and started eating it. "Abby, that you?" I heard my dad in the other room.

"Yeah." I called with a mouthful of food.

"Come in here, please. Need to talk to you."

I absentmindedly walked in with my head down while eating. I looked up and was met with four faces, all looking at me. It was my dad, Daryl, Carol and Michonne all sitting at the table. Stopping dead in my tracks, I wondered what was going on and what they wanted? Carl wasn't there. I wonder why? I let out a nervous laugh. "What is this? An intervention?" I joked.

"Yeah, it is." My dad said with raised eyebrows.

"Are you serious?" I laughed.

"Sit down." He told me. I just listened. Might be entertaining. I put my bowl on the table then sat down in the chair next to my dad. I glanced at everyone. "Look, I'm just gonna say it," my dad started, "there's somethin' goin' on with you…and we wanna know what?"

I looked at my dad apathetically and bit my lip. Is this seriously happening right now? I didn't even know what to say. I took another bite of my breakfast and looked at my dad while I was chewing. I almost smirked. I bet that looked real funny. But I was also being a bitch and I recognized that. "We're serious, Abby." Michonne scolded me. "We're all worried about you."

"Well, you don't have to be." I said without looking at her. "I don't want you to be."

"Well, we do." Carol then said. "We're family so of course we do." She didn't sound mad like my dad and Michonne. I looked down, I was getting annoyed. I can't believe my dad would do this to me. If he came to me himself, that's one thing, but to get Daryl, Carol and Michonne in on it…this is bullshit. I sucked on my teeth. I had a random thought of pretending to be freaked out and running out the door. That would be hilarious. One or more of them would definitely come running after me.

"Abby?" My dad said quietly. "Are you…taking drugs?"

"Oh my God." I immediately put my head down so no one could see my face because I was seriously about to bust out laughing. He cannot be serious right now! That's the most ridiculous…

"Well, are you?" He said again. "I mean…you show a lot of signs."

"No, dad." I lifted my head. "I'm not on drugs." I put my hand up to my forehead then rubbed. I didn't mean to but a laugh escaped. "That's the most ridiculous thing ever! Where would I even find drugs?" I spoke louder than I needed to.

"Well, you were at that hospital." My dad pointed out.

"And you think I would have?" I looked at him stupidly with wide-eyes.

He hesitated. "…well…it wouldn't be the first time."

I gave him a disbelieving look. It was true. I was no innocent. My dad knew about the stuff I did with my friends. However, that was a long time ago when I was a stupid kid. I'm not like that anymore, and it hurt that he would think that about me. I was embarrassed that he said it in front of the others, especially Daryl. I didn't say anything, just looked down with an annoyed look. My dad, Carol and Michonne took turns saying stuff to me. I didn't respond though. I was shutdown. Betrayed. And pissed off.

"Why can't you just tell us, Abby?" My dad pleaded. I glanced up at Daryl because I wondered why he hasn't said anything this whole time. I got my answer when I saw his face. He was staring at the floor looking as uncomfortable as me. Maybe he feels bad for me? "Abby?" My dad said again.

I became angry and exhaled sharply. "I'm not sayin' there is but…if there were something wrong with me…maybe I don't wanna talk about it! Maybe I don't want to talk about it with you!" I pointed at my dad and gave him dirty look. He looked hurt. He tried to touch me, but I pulled away and left hurriedly.

I sat by myself on the back porch. I am wounded. Wounded and betrayed.

I guess at some point when I wasn't around, my dad and the others decided that we would stay for another night. I didn't really care what we did anymore. What was the point? We aren't going anywhere.

I came out of my room at some point in the night to use the bathroom, and I heard Daryl and my dad talking…about me. "I'm just really worried about her." My dad said. "She's usually not like this. I mean…Lori and me had some trouble with her before but I thought she was over all that." I blushed. Dad? Why does he have to bring that shit up? But part of me was feeling guilty. More guilty. "There's something going on with her and I don't know what but…I can't get through to her. She doesn't want to tell me and that's fine but she needs to be able to confide in someone. I can't be her father and her best friend."

I looked down. There was a brief pause.

"Alright." I heard Daryl say after some time. "Leave Abby to me. I'll look after her." I looked up with a questioning look. What? What does he mean? "I think I know what she needs. So…I'll take 'er on a run with me tomorrow so it's just the two of us."

"Okay." My dad finally agreed. My eyes widened. Just me and Daryl? I have to admit, I like that we're all together but I miss the time I spent with just him and I. But what did he have planned? I felt nervous yet excited.

Daryl and I left on our run the next day like he told my dad he would. We were walking and neither of us really said anything until we were pretty far away from the house. "Ya feelin' better?" Daryl was the one to break the silence.

"Yeah." I sighed.

"Good." There was a brief silence. "Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday." He said. I looked at him. "I wanted to tell ya what yer dad had planned but…" He trailed off. "I felt bad."

I raised my eyebrows. Yeah, a warning would have been nice. "It's okay." I finally said. "I could tell you didn't wanna be there." I sighed and looked at the sky. "I know my dad is just worried about me but…I wish he wouldn't. It just makes me feel worse." I looked down. "And then when he asked me if I was on drugs," I scoffed, "I don't know. That just really…" I trailed off shaking my head. "I don't know why he'd think that."

"Well, he feels bad about it." Daryl said. I scoffed again. "He does. He told me so himself. And yer right, he is worried about ya. We all are."

"Yeah?" I looked at him. "Is that why you brought me on this run? Or is it so you can beat my ass again?"

"Hey!" He stopped us. "I apologized fer that. You don't know how bad I felt after doin' that to you. I had no right." He sighed and calmed down a little.

I felt even more guilty. I shouldn't have brought it up. I nodded. "It's okay." I said to him. "I know you apologized. I shouldn't have brought it up." I started walking again.

"Well, it must still be botherin' ya then."

"It's not." I snapped. "I promise. I wouldn't even care if you did it again." My face went red. Did I really just say that? I couldn't even look at him. Please say something else.

I heard Daryl snort. "So, why ya so pissed at me then? Was it somethin' I said?" I think he was teasing me now.

"I'm not. I just…" I trailed off. I realized that I didn't have to lie. It's just me and him here and I knew I could be real with him. "Just," I turned to him, "why'd you call me your sister?"

"What?" He looked down at me. "I didn't."

"Yes, you did. Twice." I pushed my hair out of my face. "You called me 'sis'."

He hesitated. "…you don't want me to call ya that?"

"No, I don't like it." I scrunched my nose up. "Why would you call me that anyway?"

"It's…just a nickname us guys would call girls…back where I'm from."

I blinked at him. Oh. "So…you don't think of me as a sister?"

He snorted. "No." The way he said it gave me hope. "Unless…you want me to?"

"No." I said too quickly. I became a little embarrassed at the look he gave me. "Uh, I just mean…I don't know how you see me." I shrugged. "I'm not you. I mean…I don't see you as a brother." I looked down with wide-eyes. This conversation is getting really awkward.

"Well, how do you see me?" He asked.

My face heated up and my heart skipped a beat. I. Can't. Tell. Him. I shook my head. "Where are we going anyway?"

Daryl cleared his throat. "There's a small town up ahead. Thought we could look for supplies."

"Okay." I nodded. I exhaled in relief.

Daryl and I checked around in small shops and stores. We didn't find a lot. We never did anymore. We dropped the whole conversation we had earlier. I was thankful. "Hit the jackpot with batteries." I said to Daryl showing him the whole pack I found.

"Nice." He said. "We always need batteries."

Just then, I spotted a package of toilet paper and let out a small laugh. "Speaking of things we always need." I pointed to it. Daryl and I laughed.

All of a sudden, he was slammed into the shelves by a person. My eyes widened and I put my gun up. "Stop right there, asshole!" I yelled.

"It's okay." The guy said. He was wearing a ski mask. "I just need some weapons and supplies." He sounded familiar.

"What the hell do you think we're here for?" I yelled at him. I took the safety off my gun and stepped closer.

"Abby." Daryl said with a hand up. "Don't."

"Look, I don't want to hurt anyone. I just need weapons, that's it!" He said. He seemed to stop when he looked at me. "Abby?" He said. My eyes widened for a second then hardened again. "Abby, it's me." He took his mask off.

It was one of my teachers from high school. My math teacher Freshmen year. Mr. Coch. His name was pronounced like 'cook' but we all said it like it sounds because it made him mad. I remembered he kicked me out of his class for laughing at something my friend did. I suddenly shook that thought. "Yeah, I know who you are. It doesn't matter. Not one little bit."

"Abby, please." He had his hands up.

I almost felt bad and put my gun down. He tried to hurt Daryl. I glared. Just do it! Don't think! I grunted then pulled the trigger. He went down. I immediately started going through his pockets. I took the little supplies he had. "I think we're good." I said to Daryl. "We should check that store across the street first, though, there might be more food." I absentmindedly looked up at Daryl then did a double take. He was giving me a shocked look. "What?" I asked him.

He finally just shook his head. "Nothin'."

"You knew that guy?" Daryl asked me when we were in the next store.

I looked at him for a second then back down. "Yeah, he was a teacher at my school." I said nonchalantly. I didn't like the way he was looking at me. "What?" I snapped. "You don't like it when I go savage like everyone else?"

"No, I don't!" He snapped back. "It ain't who you are."

I looked at him for a minute. "Yeah, well…I don't really know who I am anymore."

He didn't say anything right away. "You didn't have to do that."

I stopped and looked up at him giving him the dumbest look. "He attacked you! What do you mean—

"I could have handled it." He cut me off. "Is what I was tryin' to say."

I hesitated and just looked at him. "Well," I started backing up, "I handled it. I took him care of him." I leaned against the wall and put my head down. I didn't believe the things I was saying.

"Abby."

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it anymore, okay?" I looked up at him. "He's gone so it doesn't matter." I started walking towards the door.

"No." Daryl said. "Stop!" He yelled. I stopped dead in my tracks but didn't turn to look at him. I heard him walking closer. "There's somethin' goin' on with you and I wanna know what?" He stood in front of me. "What's goin' on, Abby?" He spoke softer.

His look is what got me, I finally gave into my emotions again, just like that day at that house. I stared at him sadly and started shaking my head. It took me a long time to be able to speak. "I…I killed someone that was trying to help me." I blurted out. My lip quivered so I looked down.

"Was it an accident?" Daryl asked me.

"No." I shook my head. I took a deep breath before speaking again. "He was—he was at that hospital, the first time. His name was Noah." I looked at Daryl. "He was nice…and he was trying to help me escape. We got swarmed on the way out." I looked down and swallowed hard. "I knew that…" I was starting to get choked up. "That both of us weren't going to make it out of there. And, so…I…shot him." I blinked. "I-I shot him." I paused for a moment. "The walkers got him…and I was able to get out." I nodded. "I killed him to save me. He was an innocent person. A good person. And I killed him." I stared at the floor. "I'm a murderer." I looked back up at Daryl. He was staring at me, he looked sad. "And now, his face is going to haunt me for the rest of my life." I said seriously.

"Abby." Daryl put his hand on my shoulder.

"You know," I spoke before he did, "when I killed that guy that was gonna rape me, back at that house, it didn't feel wrong. I mean…I'm not gonna say it felt right…but it didn't feel wrong…because he was bad." I stopped to take a breath. "But killing that kid…felt so wrong."

"Look, Abby, listen to me," Daryl started, "I know ya feel bad, I completely understand why, but…like ya told me, ya cain't change the past. Yer here because of that kid. And I know yer always gonna feel bad about it and regret it but…the only thang ya can do is be worthy of that sacrifice." He shook his head. I looked at him seriously. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "That's all ya can do."

"But…but I'm a murderer." I gave him a sad look.

"We all are." He shook his head. "We've all done thangs. You just…you just gotta let it go. Let it go." He said softly. I looked at him and tears welled up in my eyes. I blinked a few times. "Com'ere." He pulled me in for a hug, one arm around my waist and the other on my head. I just put my face into his shoulder and sobbed for a minute. I felt him rest his head on top of mine.

Thanks everyone for the reviews, favorites and follows! It means so much to me that you read my stories! Please give me a review and tell me if you are excited about The Walking Dead returning this Sunday! I know I am! :D