It's been about three months and everything has been going pretty good. We found this huge house right next to a lake! Everyone fits here. No one had to share a room with someone they didn't want to. My dad had Judith in his room so that meant I got my own room! I was pretty excited about that. Not that I wanted to be away from the others, but living in a house with eleven other people…you want to have your own space. Believe me. The other thing that I liked was that Daryl's room was right across from mine. It seems like he always makes sure he's close to me. I like that.

I was sitting down by the water with the water pump trying to get us some drinking water. We purify it by boiling it before we drink it. I heard footsteps just then and looked over. I saw Daryl was walking over to me. He had kind of a smirk and I knew what he was about to do and gave him a small smile back. Once he got close enough, he pretended like he was going to push me in the water. I let out a little laugh and went back to my water.

Daryl and I had gotten even closer over time. We were always around each other; whenever he wanted to go on a run, he always asked me if I wanted to go and vice versa. If I wanted to go on a run, he was the first one I asked to accompany me. We always sat together too. I enjoyed being with him. However, there wasn't much we could do with everyone else always around. Daryl didn't make any kind of move to do anything anyway. The thought made me sad. There were times I would wake up in the middle of the night and just feel lonely or just when I couldn't sleep that I wanted to snuck into his room and get in bed with him. Just the thought warms me up inside. I hate ignoring our feelings. It's not right. I want to be with him so bad. I wonder how long it's going to be that we finally get over ourselves and…

"Abby?" Rosita brought me out of my thoughts. "How's it going with the water?"

"Oh, my bad." I said. "I'm almost done. I was kind of daydreaming." I let out a small laugh. I carried the buckle inside. "Water's here!" I announced.

A little while later, everyone was kind of just sitting around talking and chilling. I watched Maggie and Glenn together, they were such a cute couple. At the same time, though, it made me sad. I want that so bad. I want to be with Daryl.

"Everything okay?" My dad asked me bringing me out of my thoughts. I must have shown my sadness without meaning to.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I finally said and nodded. "Why?"

"Well, you just got kinda quiet." He answered. He put his arm around me. I noticed a few of the other were looking over, including Daryl. It made me uncomfortable because I don't want them to worry about me. I pretended to be fine.

"I'm fine." I forced a smile. "I must have just zoned out for a minute." I let out a small laugh. The others seemed to go back to their conversations. Michonne said something that actually made my dad chuckle. He doesn't do much of that anymore. I was surprised. That's when I realized that the two of them have gotten closer. I looked down and then around and at Glenn and Maggie again. Then, I saw Abraham and Rosita too. I was really feeling that. I stared at the floor and didn't pay attention to anyone else.

I looked up at some point and saw Daryl staring at me. He had clear concern on his face. I don't want him worrying about me either. "I'll be right back." I said to my dad. I got up and headed to my room. I needed to get away from everyone. I closed my door and then sat on the floor with my back against the bed. I just stayed in there for a while feeling sorry for myself.

Just then, I remembered about the bottle of rum I had. I pulled it out from under the bed and stared at the label. Bacardi 151. I used to have some fun with shit. I found this the other day and hid it from everyone else. I wanted it just for myself. I finally opened the cap and just took a sip when I heard a knock at the door. My eyes widened and I immediately started screwing the cap back on. "Just a second!" I said. I shoved the bottle back under the bed and then sat down on the bed. "Okay." I called.

The door slowly opened, it was Daryl. "What are ya doin'?"

I shrugged. "Nothin'."

"Why'd ya come in here?"

"Uh…I just have a headache." I lied.

"Oh." He said. He looked like he was thinking. "Ya want me to get ya somethin'?"

I smiled. He's so sweet. "No." I shook my head. "It's not bad right now. I'm just gonna lay down for a bit." I nodded and laid back on the bed.

He nodded. Then, he just stood there for a minute. "Okay. Well," he started to back up into the hall," I guess I'm gonna head back to—

"No. Stay." I said to him.

"…what?"

"You can keep me company." I smiled. He looked like he was thinking. "Please." I looked at him with my big eyes.

"Uh…alright." He cleared his throat. He came in and sat down in the chair. I could tell he was a little uncomfortable, which made me want to laugh. He was looking around. "So…what now?"

I just sat there smiling at him for a minute. "I have an idea." I got up off the bed and closed the door. Daryl's eyes widened. I almost laughed again but instead I got the alcohol out from under the bed and handed it to him. "Let's have a party of our own." I smiled.

"Uh…wait. I thought ya had a headache?" He said stupidly.

I looked at him and let out a small laugh. "Pretty sure I can handle it."

"You drank this before?"

"Yeah, a few times…at high school parties." I admitted. I wanted to change the subject before he said anything. "Let's play a game." I suggested.

He stopped and looked at me. "What kinda game?"

I shrugged. "A drinking game maybe?" I sat on the floor. "How about would you rather?"

"What the hell is that?" He said roughly.

"Well, if I was starting, I would say, 'would you rather…always have it be hot or cold?' Something like that." I shrugged.

"Nah." He shook his head. "Let's play somethin' else."

I giggled. "It wasn't because of my stupid question, was it?" I smiled up at him. "Okay, well…what about never have I ever?"

"And what's that?" He sounded a little annoyed.

"Well, I say something I've never done and if you have done it, you drink and vice versa."

"Nah." He said again.

I sighed. "Come on, Daryl. You gotta pick something." I thought for a minute and got an idea. "Oh, what about two truths and a lie?"

He sighed. "What's that?"

"It's pretty self explanatory." I started. "You say three things about yourself, two are true, one's a lie and the other person has to guess the lie."

"Mmm…fine." He said with a sigh. "I'll play." He sat on the floor in front of me.

"Okay." I smiled. "Do you wanna start or do you want me to?"

"You start." He pointed at me.

"Okay, um…" It took me a minute to think of something. "Okay, so…my favorite color is blue, my middle name is Theresa and I've been to Virginia." I finished.

Daryl was chewing on the skin around his fingernail. "What am I supposed to do again?"

"You have to pick which one is the lie." I stated.

He took a breath. "…I'm gonna go with Virginia."

"Nope." I shook my head. "I've been there twice actually. I went on vacation with my friends." I smiled. "That means you have to take a drink."

He grabbed the bottle, took a gulp then swallowed. "Which one was it?"

"You can take another guess if you want? Only two left. I won't make you drink again if you don't want to."

"I don't know. Yer favorite color."

My eyes widened for a second and I smiled. "No. I can't believe you didn't get it." I let out a small laugh. "My middle name is Grace not Theresa."

"Damn. That sounded right." He said roughly. "And pretty."

I just looked at him. Now I wish Theresa was my middle name. I smiled and looked down. "Okay, your turn."

He sighed. "I'on know." He shrugged. It took him a while to think of something. "I hate cats, I never finished high school and my house burned down when I was a kid."

My eyes widened. "Wow, um…I hope it's the last one but the way you said it I don't think it is." I looked at him. He didn't give anything away. "Um…I'm gonna go with you hate cats." I smirked.

"Yeah." He said.

I laughed. That means I don't have to drink. "I knew Daryl Dixon didn't hate animals." I smiled. "Now I gotta think again." I scratched my head. "Okay, I broke my ankle once…oh shit! I already told you that." I said wide-eyed and laughed.

"Uh ha." Daryl teased. "You should have to take a drank fer that."

"Alright." I shrugged. I tipped the bottle and took a sip. "So, anyway…I can skateboard, I played the lead role in a school play once and I sang a solo my senior year of high school."

"Mm…I'm gonna say the school play one."

I just stared at him. "No, uh…I thought you'd be able to get that immediately because…I didn't make it to my senior year because of the turn." I raised my eyebrows. He made a noise then looked down. "That's okay, but…you still have to take a drink." I smiled. He grabbed the bottle and took a gulp. "Your turn again."

"I cain't thank 'a no more." He sighed. He looked like he was thinking. "…I got lost in the woods once, I never been on vacation and I hate apples."

I almost laughed. "You don't get lost! You're a tracker! It's definitely that one." I smirked. He looked at me and shook his head. "What?" My mouth gaped open. He nodded. "When was this?"

"When I was kid." He looked at me sideways.

"Oh, well…you were a kid, that's a little different." I let it go.

"Ay, you forgettin' somethin'?" He said to me. I just looked at him stupidly. "Take a drank." He handed me the bottle.

"Oh." I laughed. I took a drink. "So, is it that you hate apples?" I joked.

"Yeah." He answered seriously.

"Are you serious?" I laughed. "I hate apples!"

"Yup. I love apples." He said.

"I didn't know that." I smiled. I'll have to remember that. I thought. "So…"

Daryl and I played for a pretty long time. The bottle was almost empty. I know I said I wanted it for myself but Daryl is the one person I don't mind sharing with. Once Daryl took his turn, I got up off the floor and laid on my bed. "What's 'a matter?" He asked me. "You feelin' sick?"

"No." I said. "I just don't wanna play anymore."

"Alright." He shrugged and repositioned himself. "We killed that bottle." He gestured towards it.

"No, but almost." I suddenly grabbed it and started going into it.

"Abby." Daryl said.

I grimaced then hissed at the taste. "I'm finishing this whole thing."

"You don't have to do that." He shook his head.

"I want to." I shrugged and starting drinking again.

"Abby, yer gonna get sick." Daryl warned me. "Ya didn't eat much."

I ignored him and just kept drinking. I finished the bottle and slammed it down. "Ah." I said and grimaced. "I'm good." I laid back.

"You shouldn't drank like that." He said. "I shouldn't 'a let ya."

I just stared at him. "I'm glad you came in."

"Uh…yeah." He looked at me then away. "What the hell time is it?"

"Really late. I think everyone else is in bed." I laughed. "You hungry?" I sat up quickly. "Let's go eat some leftovers."

"Alright." Daryl smirked.

Daryl and I went downstairs into the kitchen and began going through the food trying to be as quiet as possible. It was pretty difficult though. Why is it that it's so much harder to be quiet when you are really trying to be? I guess it's just one of those things in life that you don't get an answer to. Kind of like why your pets follow you into the bathroom? I never understood that. I accidentally dropped a box of crackers on the floor. I giggled. "Shh." Daryl said to me.

"Let's eat a full course meal." I laughed. Daryl snorted, then laughed too. "Oh my God, you actually laughed. We should get drunk more often."

"I ain't lettin' ya become an alcoholic." He said jokingly.

"You ain't lettin' me do nothin'!" I snapped. "Oh shit." I put my hand over my mouth and giggled because I realized how loud I just was.

"You better keep yer voice down." He raised his eyebrows. "Ya wanna wake everyone up?"

"I'm sorry. It's hard." I laughed. I ate some more of our snacks. "I'm drunk." I laughed again. Daryl laughed a little as well. "I wish we had cheese." I said randomly.

He snorted. "Yeah, I wish we had a lot 'a thangs."

I looked at him while I ate the last cracker, then wrinkled the bag up and threw into the trash across the room. "Ohh!" I said as it went in. I forgot about being loud again and covered my mouth. Daryl smacked my ass hard almost causing me to squeal.

"Quit bein' loud." He scolded.

"Ohh." I put my hands back. I gave him a lascivious look. I laughed after that. He raised his eyebrows at me but then he also laughed.

I turned away and was looking around. I opened the pantry and saw fishing rods leaning against the wall. That's an odd place to put them. "Did you know these were here?" I asked Daryl.

He walked to where I was. "No, I didn't."

"Me either. I just saw them now." I suddenly got a great idea. "Hey, we should go fishing tomorrow." I said excitedly.

"You ain't gonna wanna do nothin' tomorra." Daryl said with raised eyebrows.

I gave him a weird look. "Why's that?"

"Cuz yer gonna be hungover."

I scoffed. "No, I won't."

"Oh, yes ya will."

"I will bet you anything in the world that I'm not." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You'll see." He walked away a little.

"No, you will." I pointed at him. He snorted. "Well…can we though?"

"What?" He looked at me.

"Go fishing tomorrow?" I put my hands out. We were just talking about it.

"Yeah, sure." He finally said. "If you ain't hungover, which yer gonna be, then we can go fishin'."

"Cool." I said. "And…I won't be."

He was giving me an almost annoyed look. "Alright. We should probably get to bed. It's late."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Well, it was nice getting drunk with you." I smirked. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

"Yeah." He let out a small laugh.

I caught him off guard by hugging him. "Night, Daryl."

He hugged me back though. "Yeah, night, sweetheart." He rubbed my back a little. I let go of him and gave him a quick smile before going up to my room. I passed out faster than I think I ever have.

I woke up at some point through the night, I was shaking and felt sick to my stomach like I was going to puke. Oh no! I have to win this bet I made with Daryl! I made too much of a big deal about not getting sick. I got up and grabbed my trash can. There was no way, I HAD to throw up. I heaved in the can. I threw up so much food and alcohol, it was like Niagara Falls. At least I got it all out though. Now I won't be sick in the morning. I'm gonna take some Aleve just so I won't get a headache.

I got up and went into the bathroom where we keep medicine and stuff and grabbed two pills. I ran into Carl on my way back to bed. "Hey, kid." I nudged him. "What are ya doin'?"

"Gotta pee." He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Good luck." I said to him as he headed downstairs. Toilets and stuff don't work, obviously, so we have to go outside to go to the bathroom. I headed back into my room, took the two Aleve with a bottle of water on the bedside table then went back to sleep. I fell back asleep pretty quickly, to my surprise.

When I woke up next, it was light outside so I knew it was morning and time to get up. The good thing is, I didn't feel sick at all and I couldn't wait to rub it in Daryl's face. I did what I usually do, change my clothes, fix my hair, brush my teeth the best I could, etc. When I was completely done, I decided to go join the others. I hopped down the stairs and into the dining room where I heard voices. I slowed down when I heard Daryl, he was talking about me. I stood back to listen for a minute.

"She won't be up anytime soon." He said. "We was drankin' last night and she'll probably be sick in bed all day." He said. Someone laughed.

"Hm." I said lowly. I laughed inside. I jumped into the room and sang, "I'M FINE!" I stretched out the word 'fine.' Everyone in the room laughed. I did too. I headed back in the kitchen to see what there was to eat. Daryl followed me. I looked right him. "Told ya I wasn't gonna be hungover." I teased.

"Oh yeah?" He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, they were almost gone when he does that. "If yer so fine, then why don't ya have some breakfast?" He handed me a plate with a piece of meat on it. It looked bloody still. I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach out of nowhere.

"What is that?" I asked looking at it.

"Got up early. Got us some squirrel." He smirked. "Saved this fer ya."

"You lie." I smiled at him. "You're the one that likes 'em bloody, that's your piece." I pointed.

"Alright." He nodded. "Yer right, it was mine. But…I'm willing to share it with ya. I mean…ya gotta be hungry?"

I looked up at him. I know exactly what he's trying to do! Well, he won't win! "Okay." I nodded. "I am starving." I looked down at the bloody meat and swallowed. "Well, here goes." I took a deep breath before taking a bite. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting but it was still pretty gross with the extra blood. I couldn't let him know though. "Mmm." I gave him a thumbs up. "So good. Thanks for sharing."

He smirked at me. "Alright. You don't gotta eat that." He took the plate. "I was just kiddin'."

I nodded. "Thank you. For real this time." I let out a small laugh. "So, are we still going fishing?"

He turned to me. "Actually…Glenn and a few others wanted to go on a run and I already told them I'd go. We're leaving around noon."

"Oh." My shoulders slumped. "That's okay." I was a little disappointed though. "Maybe someone else will go with me. Oh, maybe my brother will wanna go." I walked into the other room. "Hey, I'm going fishing." I announced. "Anyone wanna go with me?"

"I'll go." Carl said immediately. I smiled. I knew he would want to. "Can I?"

"Yeah, man. Come on." I said. We grabbed our gear and headed out.

Carl and I were fishing for a while in our boat on the lake. We weren't having much luck catching anything. Damn. I thought I'd be good at this. I was disappointed and getting discouraged. I looked towards the house and realized I never saw the others leave. I wonder what happened to Daryl's run? "If we don't catch anything soon, I'm calling it." I said.

"Yeah, I thought for sure we'd at least get something." Carl said disappointed.

I gave him a look. "Maybe we'll have better luck next time." I gently slapped his arm. I realized just then that I haven't spent a lot of time with my brother lately. We don't as much as we used to and I kind of missed that. I should change that. "Hey, thanks for coming with me though." I smiled at him. I started rowing the boat a little closer to shore.

"It's no problem. I wanted to go." He shrugged. I saw him get up and look inside a little tool box that was already on the boat. "Holy shit!" He said. "A grenade!"

"Bullshit." I said and stopped rowing.

"Seriously, look!" He held it up.

My eyes widened. "Carl, put it down." I said immediately. "We'll give to dad."

"Yeah, you're right." He was about to put it back when he stood back up. "Hey, we should use it to kill the fish!" He said excitedly. "I bet we'd get a whole lot!"

"Quit being stupid." I scolded. "Put it back now."

He gave me an annoyed look. "You know what? No. You always boss me around now like you're my mom or something. I'm doing what I want for once. I'm doing this."

"Carl!" I yelled. I grabbed the grenade but he held onto it. "Let go!" I yelled at him.

"No, you let go!" He yelled back. One of us accidentally pulled the pin. My eyes widened.

"Oh shit!" I let go. "Carl, throw it, hurry!" He dropped it not thinking. "Oh my God! Get off the boat!" I yelled. "Get off the boat now!" I jumped into the water. Carl stumbled and fell when I jumped off the boat. I swam a little then looked back. He was still in the boat. "Carl! Get off the boat!" I screamed. "HURRY!"

Just when he was about to jump off, the explosion happened. I quickly went under water and swam a little ways away. I emerged and saw nothing. "Abby! Carl!" I heard my dad yell. I looked and he was outside alone with everyone else. I quickly swam to them. Daryl and my dad helped me out of the water. I sat there out of breath. "What happened? Where's Carl?" My dad was frantic. I tried to speak but I couldn't. "Where's Carl?" He said again. "Abby, what did you do?" My dad was screaming. He was close to losing it. I sat there wide-eyed not talking to anyone. I couldn't. I just stared at the smoke. My dad continued yelling stuff at me.

"Rick, stop, man." Daryl said. "She's in shock." He was rubbing my back. Carol was suddenly there and she put her arms around me. They were both comforting me. I saw my dad collapse onto the ground crying. I felt completely out of it and everyone was staring at me. I knew what happened, though, and so did everyone else.

Carl is dead.

Hello everyone! :D Please review. And yes, I got the idea for this from This Is Us.