I sat there at the table pushing my food around and not talking. "You still not feeling good?" My dad asked me. I didn't answer, just continued pushing my food around and took a sip of my water.

"What's 'a matter?" Daryl asked.

"Think she has a stomach bug or something." My dad answered for me. He looked at me. "You should try to eat something at least."

"No," I said annoyed, "because I'm just going to throw it up and I don't want to again." I got a sickening feeling in my stomach and sighed. "I wanna go lay down." I got up and went in to lay down on the couch. I shivered. I hate feeling sick like this. And why now? I woke up very early this morning feeling sick to my stomach. I knew that I was going to puke so I went outside so I wouldn't be too loud and wake everyone else up. I vomited like crazy. Everything I ate last night ended up in the yard.

I must have fallen asleep because someone was shaking me. "Mmm." I moaned.

"Abby, why don't you move into your room, okay?" My dad said. "Come on, you'll sleep better in there." He tried. I just rolled back over and ignored him. I heard my dad sigh.

"I got 'er." Daryl said. He roughly and quickly lifted me, causing me to groan. He carried me into my room and put me in my bed. I mumbled a 'thanks' to him. I must have been completely out of it. "Feel better, okay?" Daryl said to me. It makes me feel good that he cares. I went back to sleep after that.

I was up super early the next day and couldn't get back to sleep, probably because I went to bed so early yesterday, so I just decided to get up. I made my way into the kitchen to see what there was to eat, I was feeling…not completely better but better than yesterday. "Feelin' better?" A voice said right behind me.

My eyes widened, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I knew it was Daryl but I had no idea he was right there. I turned to him. "Oh my God. Don't do that." I said to him. "You just scared the shit outta me. I didn't even hear you come in."

He chuckled a little. "Sorry." He was holding a bag. I forgot to mention that Daryl lives with us now. His bedroom is right across from mine, which I like.

"You could be a ninja." I made a gesture with my hand and laughed.

"Well, ya must be feelin' better." He cleared his throat. "How come yer up so early?"

"Uh, maybe because I went to bed at like six in the evening yesterday." I crossed my arms over my chest. He let out a small laugh. "What are you doing up so early?" I pointed an accusative finger at him.

"I'm always up early." He answered. "And I got ya this." He opened his bag that had crackers and a bottle of ginger ale inside.

I blinked a few times. "You got that stuff for me?"

He nodded. "Fer yer stomach."

I smiled at him. "Oh my God. I can't believe you did that for me. You're so nice." I said to be corny, then I hugged him around the waist. "I'm gonna make you something special now."

"Yeah, yeah." He said. I let go and laughed. "Sure are in a good mood fer someone that ain't a mornin' person."

I nervously bit my lip and shrugged. "Well…maybe I should go to bed at six every night." I let out a little laugh. He snorted and walked to the other side of the room. "So, what do you like?"

He looked at me. "What do ya mean 'what do I like'?"

"Do you like pie or cake or…something like that?" I sat up on the counter next to where he was standing.

He shrugged at first, then he narrowed his eyes at me. "Why?"

"Because…I wanna do something nice for you." I said seriously. "For getting me that stuff."

"Nah." He shook his head.

"No for cake and pie?"

"No fer anythang." He looked at me. "Ya don't gotta do nothin' fer me." He started to walk away.

I hopped down off the counter and followed him. "But I want to. You're my favorite person here." I suddenly got an idea. "Oh, what about pudding?"

"Abby." He turned to me.

"Will you just tell me something you like?" I said annoyed.

He looked down at me for a minute then sighed. "Jell-o." He finally said.

I scrunched my nose up. "Ew." I said. "Gross."

"What do ya mean, 'gross'?" He said roughly.

"It's all gooey and wiggley." I grimaced. "It makes me feel like I'm eating mucus."

He sighed loudly. "You asked me somethin' I liked and I told ya! Take it or not!"

I giggled at his sudden outburst. "Jell-o it is." I smiled. "What flavor?"

"Don't care." He said calmer. "Now eat some 'a this shit." He began pouring a glass of ginger ale. I laughed again when he said 'shit'. "You laugh at everythang, don't ya? I bet if the house caught on fire or if I fell and broke my leg, you'd laugh."

I laughed loudly for a moment. "No. I would never laugh at my favorite person getting hurt." I hugged his arm.

"Yeah." He looked down at me. "Here." He handed me the glass of ginger ale.

"Thanks." I took it and a pack of crackers and went into the other room.

I found out that Glenn wanted to go on a run later so I asked him if I could come with him. Of course, he said yes. He and I were in a store looking around. "Looking for anything special?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I wanna get something special for Maggie." He said.

"Special as in…?"

He shrugged. "Our anniversary is coming up one of these days."

I looked at him and grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, you are so whipped." I teased him.

"Yeah, whatever." He smiled and waved. "Well, what did you come on this run for?"

I smiled shyly. "I wanna get something special for Daryl."

He raised his eyebrows. "Daryl?" He questioned me. I nodded. "Why?"

I shrugged. "He does a lot…for everyone." I said not to give too much away. He was giving me a look. "He does!"

"Yeah, he does." Glenn crossed his arms. "But why do you feel like you have to do something special for him?"

I blushed so I turned my back to him and started walking. "He got me crackers and ginger ale because I was sick."

"Oh, I see. So, you're just returning the favor?"

I smiled to myself. "Sure."

I walked around for a while trying to find things after that. I got a few other items that weren't on the list. I needed to find Daryl some of those already made jell-o's. I can't make them at home because it wouldn't be able to jell without being cold.

I checked the section where I thought they would be. There was a pack of pudding and cake things left…but no jell-o. I looked down sadly. All I wanted to do was get Daryl something he likes and I can't even do that. I sighed heavily and grabbed the few items on the shelf. I went to find Glenn.

"You good?" He said to me.

I nodded sadly. "Yeah, I'm ready when you are." I sighed.

"Doesn't sound like you had too much luck?" Glenn said. I just shook my head. "What were you looking for anyway?"

"Jell-o." I said.

"Well, maybe they have some in the back."

"You think?"

"It wouldn't hurt to check."

"Okay." I followed him back there. We split up, he checked one side and I checked the other. We checked for a pretty long time.

"Alright, I'm calling it. Sorry, Abby." Glenn said. "We told the others we'd be back by now."

"I know." I put my head down. Well, he'll have to do with pudding. I thought. I began walking towards the door and I tripped, I grabbed onto a shelf bringing the whole thing down with me and hit the ground hard and grimaced.

"Are you alright?" Glenn was there immediately.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good." I said. I absentmindedly looked to the right and I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a four pack of jell-o right there! I grabbed it. "No way!" I held it up so Glenn could see.

He laughed. "How 'bout that?"

"That's insane." I said excitedly. "I can't believe…" That was seriously crazy.

"You have some good luck." Glenn said to me. I remembered Daryl said that back at that house. Glenn helped me up and we headed back to the house.

I kept the little jell-o's in my room and didn't say anything about them. We ate dinner together like yesterday and now everyone was just sitting at the able talking. I thought it was a perfect time to get Daryl his treat. I grabbed the whole pack and took them back to the kitchen with me. Taking one of them out of the box, I stared at it. That's not a lot of jell-o. I thought. Oh well. I took out another one and spooned them into a bowl.

I heard someone walk into the kitchen with me and looked up. It was my brother. "Oh cool, jell-o." He said and reached for one.

"No." I pulled it away. "This isn't for you."

"Why?" He said angrily.

"Cuz it's not." I handed him one of the puddings. "Here."

"Oh, pudding. Even better." He dug in.

I snickered quickly. Wow. I walked the bowl of jell-o into the dining room where everyone else was sitting and sat the bowl in front of Daryl. He looked at it and then at me. "I got your jell-o." I smiled. He kind of side smiled at me then shook his head.

"Oh, jell-o." My dad said. "Let me get one." He smiled.

"No, no." I said. "This is just for Daryl. No one else touches it." I warned. Daryl raised his eyebrows then started eating.

"Why'd ya only get him something?" Michonne asked. I could tell she was like joking.

"Because…Daryl is the greatest." I answered her.

"Yeah, the greatest at what?" She teased some more.

I thought for a minute. "He's just the greatest, in general."

Everyone laughed. Daryl kind of did, too, but he looked like he was getting a little uncomfortable. I know it's because he doesn't like attention drawn to him. "What, do you have a crush on him?" Carl then said.

"Daryl's my bae." I smirked.

"Did you just say 'babe'?" My dad asked me wide-eyed.

"No, bae. BAE." I spelled it for them.

"What's that?" My dad asked me again.

"You'll never know." I raised my eyebrows. I always enjoyed teasing my dad.

"Alright, enough 'a this greatest and 'bae' talk." Daryl said. He looked at me when he said bae. I laughed. "Let me eat my damn jell-o in peace."

"Yeah, leave Daryl alone." I told everyone. "I gotchu." I gently slapped his arm.

"I see that." He raised his eyebrows again. We all laughed.

I went into my room after that. I like having fun with everyone else but…when I'm alone…I don't know, I just feel…weird. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket. I wasn't about to listen to music, I wasn't in the mood, but I had tons of pictures and videos of my old friends and family on there. I look through them occasionally and tonight I wanted to. The home screen was a photo of me and my dog, Codger. I missed him a lot. I wish he was still with me. I looked down sadly. Maybe I will get another dog one day. My screen shut off. The battery was dead so I only turned it on occasionally and it didn't last very long. Sometimes, it took a while to light up. It's only a matter of time before he doesn't come on at all. However, I have hope that I will be able to use it again one day.

I sat my iPod on the bedside table then sighed and laid back. Things sure are different than they used to be. We really built something at the prison, that was our home for so long and then that damn Gov. had to destroy everything. It was nice having a place like that.

We were supposed to leave here but my dad and everyone decided to wait until I was feeling better. Now that I am, we should be leaving soon. I sighed. I didn't mind traveling so much. It was just the fact that…where are we going? Like I didn't get it. Why leave a place when we don't have to? We have beds here and most impotently, a roof over our heads. So, yeah, I just didn't get it.

I got bored and wanted some fresh air so I decided to take a little walk. A night walk. Pretty dangerous these days but I will be fine and no one will even realize that I left. I grabbed my gun and knife and quietly snuck out the door. I walked briskly down the street leaving the neighborhood and then onto the main road. I wasn't going to go too far, maybe just down the street aways. I walked slower as I traveled.

I decided to try and walk straight on the yellow line. My friends and I used to do that all the time when we would walk on the road. I laughed remembering something. One of my friends lived on a main road like this and whenever my dad would drop me off at her house, he would tell me not to walk on that road…but we always did anyway. I laughed again. I was a trouble maker. We always used to walk to the boat club, so we had to take the road for that. We could have walked through the woods or on the train tracks but the road was easier. Quicker. Not sure that it was more dangerous than walking on train tracks, though? Although, I'm pretty sure we could get out of the way if a train was coming. I never understood how one gets hit by a train? Are you telling me you can't hear that shit coming? I mean…you would feel it too! I laughed and shook my head. I don't know.

I also remembered when we swam in the river. We did that a few times actually. And let's not forget when we jumped off the roof. I smiled to myself. I did so many things that my dad doesn't even know. I should tell him one day, just picturing the look on his face. I laughed. That would be entertaining.

I walked some more and daydreamed and before I knew it, I was farther than I said I was going to go. I should probably start walking back.

Just as I had that thought, I heard gunshots and froze in my tracks. I looked around. That has to be coming from back home. I gasped and started running back.

By the time I got there, the gunshots had died down. However, I saw a huge herd of walkers before me. Oh no! I thought. I looked around. Where do I go? I started back towards my house avoiding the walkers. I looked in the window once I got there. Everyone was gone.

Just then, I was grabbed from behind. I squealed and struggled to get the walker off of me. Eventually, I did and stabbed it. I ran around checking some of the other homes just to make sure but I never saw anyone. They left without me. My eyes widened and started breathing heavily. Calm down, idiot! I scolded myself. They couldn't have gotten far! I nodded and started off in another direction, only killing walkers when I had to.

Just then, I felt someone grab the back of my shirt and pull me down. They put a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream. I saw that it was Daryl and immediately calmed down. He took his hand away. "What happened? Where is everyone?"

"They left." He said looking around.

"Where?"

"Don't know."

"Daryl?" I gave him a look.

"Come on." He said. "We gotta get outta here." The two of us ran through the yard and then out onto the street. We finally stopped once we thought we were far enough.

"What…happened?" I said in between breaths.

Daryl started shaking his head. "Don't know. They just…came outta nowhere."

I thought for a minute. "It's that herd. The one my dad was talking about." I nodded.

"Yeah, it was." He said roughly. "And where were you?"

"I…I went for a walk." I said slowly. Now it sounded like a bad idea.

"Ya went fer a walk? Right now? By yerself?" He sounded angry.

"…you go out by yourself."

"That's different."

I was taken aback and became a little angry. "How's it different, Daryl?" I snapped. He looked at me but didn't say anything. I put my gun back in its holster and looked around. Where could the others have gone? I had a thought just then and checked my pockets. That's when I realized that, I didn't have my iPod. I gasped. "We have to go back!" I said to Daryl.

"What? What is it?" He sounded alarmed.

"I-I forgot my iPod. It's back there!" I said wide-eyed.

Daryl seemed to relax but gave me a look. "Are you crazy?" He said. "We ain't goin' back fer that."

"No, you don't understand!" I was close to tears. "You have no idea how much that thing means to me!" I took a few steps back. "Please, Daryl!" I didn't even care how desperate I sounded. He didn't say anything just stood there looking at me. I knew what he was thinking though. "Fine!" I snapped. "I'll go back myself then." I turned and started running before he could say anything else.

"Abby." I heard Daryl call. "Abby!" I ignored him, though, and kept running. I ran back down the road and through the yard and all the way back to "my" house. "Abby." Daryl finally caught up with me. He stopped me before I walked into the house. "Me first." He said. I just nodded and let him. "We might as well gather up what we can since we came back." He said. I nodded. Daryl stepped inside and shined the flashlight around. It was really quiet in there. "We're good." He said.

I walked passed him and into my room. I grabbed the flashlight on my dresser and shined it at the empty space on my beside table. I just stared at it. "Ya get it?" Daryl asked from behind me.

I shook my head. "It's gone." I continued looking at the spot. "I sat it right there and it's-it's gone." I shined it around on the floor around the area and on the bed just to make sure.

I heard Daryl sigh. "I'm sorry, Abby, but we gotta go."

I just looked down numbly. "Yeah."

Daryl and I ran back down the street but kept running this time.