I grabbed my bag slinging it on my back, then started to pick up some of the other items but Daryl stopped me. "I'll get these. Go ahead in and take care 'a yer arm."

"Are you sure?" I asked him. "There's a lot."

"Yeah, I got it." He said.

"Alright." I shrugged. I wrapped my ripped hoodie around my arm while walking inside. I don't want my dad to see me hurt. He will probably make a bigger deal about it than it really is.

Everybody was in the living room when I walked in. They were all looking at me so I decided to say something. "Hey, what's up?" I smirked.

"Well, that took longer than three hours." My dad said to me.

"Oh, shut up." I rolled my eyes. "We found a lot of good stuff." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Good. I hope ya did." He smirked. I gave him a look. "We ate already."

"Wow, thanks for waiting for us." I said sarcastically. I really didn't care.

"Well, you can tell us about all the stuff ya found while you're eating." He said.

I felt wetness on my arm and remembered about my wound. I better take care of it before we lose daylight. "Uh…yeah. In a minute. Daryl's bringing it in. I have to…do something real quick." I walked passed him and into the bathroom. I grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol, tissues and some gauze then headed back outside onto the porch. I got there just in time to hold the door for Daryl, he brought in everything all at once.

I sat down on the steps and slowly took my hoodie away from my arm. I grimaced. It was the first time that I really got a good look at it. It's not bleeding anymore, so that's good. I don't think it's deep enough to need stitches, which is also good. However, it did not look good. I really hope this doesn't get infected! I picked up the alcohol and slowly poured it onto the wound. I hissed as it burned. It actually felt kind of good. The alcohol made it bleed more though. But at least it's getting the bacteria out. I did that once more then, I wiped all the blood off of my arm with the tissues and held it on pressing down hard to stop the bleeding.

Once the bleeding stopped, I started wrapping it but it was really difficult. I had it almost all the way around when I heard the door open and footsteps. I almost jumped! Looking back, I saw that it was Daryl. I sighed. I didn't want it to be my dad or Michonne. Or Judith! I went back to wrapping my arm.

"Hey, need some help with that?" He asked me.

"No, it's okay." I said. "I almost got it." I was using the help of my teeth. I accidentally dropped the glaze, just then, and it all loosened. "Shit! No!" I said to both things.

"Just let me help ya." Daryl said. He got down next to me and started wrapping my arm. He did it a lot quicker than I did because he could use both hands. "There." He said once he was done.

"Thank you." I said quietly. That was nice of him, but I don't like when people have to help me do things.

"Yeah, you alright?" He said. I just nodded. He seemed hesitant. "…well, come on." He put his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet. It caught me off guard. "Let's go eat." He lifted me again off of the stairs and onto the porch.

What the hell? I blinked at him. "Okay."

I was making a fire in the fireplace shortly after we ate. I didn't eat a lot. I just wasn't in the mood, I guess. "Need some help?" I heard.

I looked up at Daryl. "No, I'm good." I smiled. I went to sit down once I got the fire going. We put all of the food items we found into the kitchen and I showed my sister the clothing items I picked for her. She liked them all except one thing. We all laughed.

A little later, we were all in the living room. I put one of the movies on that I found. "Hey, Judy?" Michonne said. "Why don't you go get the card we made for Abby."

"Okay!" My sister jumped up excitedly and ran into her room.

"What?" I asked my dad and kind of laughed.

"She wanted to make you something for your birthday." My dad said.

"It's your birthday?" Carol asked.

"Yesterday was. Apparently." I rolled my eyes but still smiled. She laughed.

"Why didn't ya tell me?" Daryl said. "I woulda looked fer somethin' while we was out."

I gave him a weird look. Why would he care about that? Why does any of them care about that? I was about to say something but my sister ran back into the room and handed me a card. "This is from me and mommy and daddy. I did all the drawings, though." She grinned from ear to ear.

Mommy? I took them from her. I felt a little awkward with everyone looking at me so I held the card up in front of my face. There were some "kid" drawings inside and some writing. I read it out loud. Everyone kind of laughed and smiled. Everyone, except me. The thing that got me was, at the end, it said From, Dad, Michonne and Judith. I was suddenly brought back to many years ago, so I stared at it. When I would get cards for my birthday before, it always said, From Mom, Dad and Carl. And, so, I got really emotional. It's crazy how so much has changed and it suddenly caught up with me. I finally put the card down and away from my face. When I looked up, though, everyone was still looking at me. Probably because I was being so quiet. "Thanks, guys." I said to get the attention off of me, I put the card aside. They smiled and seemed to go back to movie. Everyone but my dad. He was staring at me, he knew something was wrong. I looked down so I wouldn't make eye contact with him. I hope he doesn't ask me because if he does, I'm going to cry.

"Abby, you okay?" He asked me. Everyone looked back at me.

I almost rolled my eyes. Of fucking course. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said. However, my lip quivered and it was getting impossible to hold back the tears so I got up and left the room before anyone else said anything. I locked myself in my temporary room and laid on the bed and cried.

I heard a knock at the door a few minutes later. "Abby?" It was Daryl. "Are you alright?"

I took a minute to answer. I didn't want him to know I was crying. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are ya sure?"

I sniffled. He definitely knows now. "…yeah. I just want to be alone. I'll be out in a minute."

He was quiet for a minute. "Alright." He finally said. I heard him walking away. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings. Great! Now I feel even worse.

About fifteen minutes later, another knock at the door. This time it was Michonne. "Abby? Everything okay?"

"I'm fine." I said annoyed. "I told Daryl I wanted to be alone for a reason." My emotions were coming out in anger and I knew it. I wasn't meaning to though.

"Alright. I just wanted to see if you were okay." She said. "I'll leave you alone then." She walked away.

Shortly after, not even five minutes later, my sister was there. "Abby, what are you doing?" She asked.

"Nothing." I answered too quickly. She opened the door and something snapped in me. "You're supposed to knock." I snapped. We have been teaching her to knock before just opening a door.

"Sorry." She said. I could tell she wasn't at all. "Why you in here in the dark?" She came in and plopped down on the bed.

"Because I want to be." A sob escaped just then.

"Are you okay, sissy? You sound like you're crying? What's wrong?"

I know I shouldn't have but I was super annoyed and just wanted to be left alone and I especially didn't want to talk to her because she just wouldn't understand, so I snapped. "Nothing!" I got up. "Just get out of here! Leave me the hell alone!" I shoved her out the door and closed it. "Get out!"

"Daddy!" She yelled. I heard her run away. Great. Now she's going to tell everyone that I'm crying. I thought annoyed.

A few minutes later, there was another knock at the door. "Abby?" It was my dad. I'm surprised it took him this long. "I'm coming in." It wasn't a question. He walked into the room with a lantern and sat it on the little table.

"I said I wanted to be alone." I said.

"Yeah, I know what you said." He said. "What's wrong? There clearly is something wrong. So, what is it?" He sat down on the bed.

I became extremely emotional again. "I don't wanna talk about it. Please just leave me alone." I laid back on the bed and cried into my pillow.

"No." My dad said. "No, I won't leave you alone. Not until you tell me what's wrong." He moved up closer to me. "Com'ere." I got up immediately and hugged him back, burying my face in his chest, I sobbed. It's been a long time since we did this. He didn't say anything for a while, just let me cry while rubbing my back and trying to soothe me. I calmed down a little so I let go of him and sat up. "Alright." My dad finally said. "What was that all about?"

I wiped away the remaining tears and took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm sorry. It's just…" I trailed off because the tears were coming back. "That card said from dad, Michonne and Judith and it usually says from mom, dad and Carl." A sob escaped. "And just being away like this…it reminds me of how things used to be. I know it's stupid but…it just made me emotional." I turned away.

"No, it's not stupid." My dad said. "Com'ere." He pulled me closer wrapping his arm around me, I just leaned into him and let him hold me like that. "It's not stupid." He kissed the top of my head. "Do you miss your mom and Carl?"

"Yes." I admitted. "So much. And how things used to be." A sob escaped and I wiped the tears away. "Don't you?"

"Of course I do." He said softly. "But then I remember that I still have you and it makes me feel better."

"I make you feel better?" I asked seriously.

"Absolutely." I felt him nod. "All I have to do is look at ya." He laughed. "You make my life so much better and I'm lucky to have you."

I looked at him and smiled. "Thanks, daddy. You always make me feel better. So, I'm lucky to have you."

He let out a small laugh. "Come here, you." We hugged again. He kissed my forehead three times like he used to when I was little. "You coming back out?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right out." He got up and nodded. "Oh, and dad?" He stopped and looked at me. "Can you let everyone know I'm sorry and tell them why I was upset."

"Are you sure you want me to tell them?"

"Yes." I nodded. "It'll make things less awkward when I go back out."

"Alright." He nodded. "You better be less than ten minutes, though, or I'm comin' back to getcha." He let out a small laugh. I had to smile back at him.

It took me a few minutes to pull myself together then I walked back out into the living room. They glanced my way when they saw me but they didn't stare, which I was thankful for. I took my seat next to Daryl. His mouth pressed into a thin line and he quickly rubbed my back. "You okay, now?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm good." I nodded. "I'm sorry I told you to go away. I was just…" I trailed off and shrugged.

"It's alright." He put his arm around me. "I understand." I smiled. I'm glad he understands.

The movie just ended and Michonne put Judith to bed shortly after. It was like nine, she was practically falling asleep during the movie. Michonne came back into the room about ten minutes later. "So now that the kid's in bed," I started, "we gonna drink some more?" I smirked.

"I planned on drinkin' more." Michonne said wide-eyed. I laughed.

"What about you guys?" I asked Carol and Mark.

"For a little, yeah." They nodded.

"Yes!" I said. I didn't bother asking Daryl because I knew he would be down. But the one I was worried about was my dad. He can be kind of a party pooper when it comes to drinking. I don't know why, but I know that I definitely didn't get my high tolerance to alcohol from him. And my mom wasn't much of a drinker either, so I wonder where I did get that from? Or who rather? I will have to ask my dad one day. "What about you, dad? You gonna drink?"

"I don't know." He said.

"Oh, come on." I complained. "Don't be lame."

Michonne laughed. "He can't drink." She teased him.

"I can drink some." He said.

"Well, then why don't you?" I teased him more.

"Hey, if anyone don't wanna drank, they don't gotta." Daryl kind of scolded me.

"I know." I looked at him. "But I just want everyone to have a good time together. Not that we need alcohol to have fun…I'm just saying."

"I'll have a drink or two." My dad finally said.

"Good." I suddenly had an idea. If I make drinks for everyone, I can sneak as much alcohol as I want. "So, I uh…I kinda want to…play bartender." I shrugged. "I'll make everyone's drinks. Just tell me what you want." I smirked.

"Oh God." My dad said. "She's gonna kill everyone." They laughed.

"I am not." I said and headed into the kitchen. "I'm bein' nice. Just tell me how you want it. Oh, wait, wait." I grabbed some paper and a pen. "Okay. Ladies first." I said.

"I'll take a Rum and Coke." Carol said. I nodded and wrote it down.

"I just want some wine." Michonne said.

"Alright. Making things easy for me." I said writing it down. "Mark?"

"I want a Gin and Tonic." He said it slowly like I never heard of it before. I almost snorted.

"Oh, wait." I don't know if we have any tonic water left." I checked around. "Oh, yeah we do. We're good." I said. I finished writing his order down. "Dad?"

"Is there still Corona in there?" He asked.

I smiled. "Yes, there is." I wrote it down. "And we still have limes too." I looked up just then. "Daryl?" I batted my eyes at him making some of the others laugh.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get my own drank." He said.

"No." I said wide-eyed. "I am the bartender so I am getting the drinks." I smiled back at him. "So, whatcha want?"

"Just…pour some whiskey in a glass." He said roughly. "No ice."

"Oh, okay." I said. "We got a tough guy." I teased him.

I made everyone their drinks starting with Daryl because his was the easiest then I made Carol's and worked my way down the line. My dad was last. I was still in the kitchen making his. I drank a little bit of each alcohol while I was making them. "Hey, how come Daryl was last on the list but the first to get his drank?" My dad asked me. I knew he was teasing me.

I didn't answer right away. "Because…I told you before." I pretended to get annoyed. "Daryl is my bae."

"Oh yeah." My dad said and laughed. "Still don't know what that is."

"And you still never will." I said wide-eyed.

"I think you got a crush on him." Mark teased me.

"Oh, pfft." I waved and looked down with a stupid look. "We're way passed that. Daryl's gonna be my husband."

"Ohh." My dad, Carol and Mark all said with wide-eyes. Michonne just laughed. I wish I could have seen Daryl's face. He's probably red.

"He's just waiting for the right time to ask me." I said. I walked over and hugged him from behind putting my head on his. "Isn't that right, Darry Berry?"

"Yeah." He said. "Damn, Imma need that whole bottle now." We all laughed.

I stood back up but I still had my hands on Daryl's shoulders. "Dad, your best friend is gonna be yo son." I played some more. I walked back into the kitchen.

Daryl laughed probably because of the way I said that. "Shut up, Abigail."

"Don't tell me to shut up." I said. "I'll take you to the red room."

Carol laughed almost choking on her drink. I smiled because I wondered if anyone would get that. "Do you know what that's from?" I asked.

"Yes." She nodded. "I know what that's from."

"You're the only one that got that." I said. We laughed. "You're the only one." We laughed some more but it slowly died down. "But if you wanna know why I really saved you for last…" I finally finished our drinks and started to walk into the other room. "I wanted a Corona, too, so I waited so I could bring both in at the same time and we could clink." I said as sweetly as possible. I handed my dad his beer.

"Aw, you're so sweet." He played along with me. We clinked our bottles then laughed. I'm glad my dad is a good sport.

I waited a while to have anymore alcohol when I was done with my beer. I know about mixing that shit. There was only a little bit of the rum left so I finished that off and then I started drinking vodka. The others only had a few drinks each and then went to bed. It was just Daryl and I now. Of course. We were just sitting there talking.

I got kind of hungry at some point so I headed into the kitchen to make some food. Daryl followed me in. "What ya doin'?"

"I'm starving." I said. "There's some of this leftover chicken stuff. You want some?"

"Yeah, sure." He said. I smiled. He does everything with me.

We sat at the table and ate once our food was done. Carol made this really good chicken stuff that also had mashed potatoes, peas and green beans in it. I liked it a lot but I didn't have a lot at dinner earlier. "Ugh." I said. "Another bone." I spit it into a napkin.

"Hey, how's yer arm?" Daryl asked out of nowhere.

I looked down at my wrapped arm. I almost forgot about it. "It's good." I shrugged.

"We should change yer bandage before ya go to bed." He said.

"Um…okay." I shrugged. "But…I don't plan on going to bed for a while."

"Me either. I was just sayin'." He said again.

"Well, then…we're gonna have to play another drinking game." I smirked. He sighed making me laugh.

Once we were done with our food, we were back in the living room. I had my bottle of vodka and Daryl had a bottle of whiskey. "Do you get mad when I say stuff like that?" I asked him.

He looked at me. "What do ya mean?"

"You know, earlier? When I was saying about you and I getting married?" I smiled. "Does that make you mad?" I asked him seriously. I was just thinking about it and I wondered.

"No." He shrugged. "It doesn't make me mad, but…" He trailed off.

I looked at him more closely. "But what?"

He looked away and sighed, then back at me. "I don't know how…how yer dad would feel about that."

"Well…it doesn't matter how my dad feels about it. It matters how you feel about it. How we feel about it…and each other." I stared at him. He looked down. "Daryl…" I moved closer to him. "You know I like you." I stated. I don't know if the alcohol was making me this confident? "And I think you like me too."

"Shh." Daryl held a finger up. He glanced towards my dad and Michonne's room.

"It's okay." I rolled my eyes. "They're probably knocked out." I spoke quieter anyway. "So, what are we gonna do about it?"

Daryl hesitated. "…maybe we should talk about this some other time." He suggested. "When there's not other people—

"No." I snapped. "I'm not avoiding this conversation anymore. I want to know if you want to be in a relationship with me. I want to know now." I stared at him waiting for an answer.

After what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head and slowly looked at me. My eyes widened. This is it! His answer is going to determine whether or not we will be together! He cleared his throat. "I…"

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