"Let's make this quick." Daryl said. "Put yer hands on the bed and bend over." He ordered. I smiled. I like when he's demand. Bending over, I was still naked which gave Daryl better access. There was something about being in this position that really turned me on; I think it was because I was so vulnerable like this and exposed. I felt Daryl's hand on my back that slowly moved down to my butt. I moaned and squirmed. His hand moved lower and touched my sex. I was panting.

"Please fuck me." I said all breathy.

"Demandin' little thang, ain't ya?" Daryl said. I could feel his smirk. I smiled because I just thought that about him. "Like I said, let's make this quick." I heard him opening the condom. After he put it on, I assumed, I felt his hand again. My eyes shot open as he finger entered its way inside me. I could barely stay still. He's torturing me. I can honestly say that, I could almost cry right now. I was about to say something but then his hand moved away, nothing happened for a minute then he slammed into me taking me by surprise. I moaned loudly. He started moving quickly in and out. I was loving it. This new position is fantastic. I stood there moaning loudly.

Just then, I remembered that Daryl said to make this quick. We have to get back. I reached back and moved his hands from my lower back to my butt. He took the hint. I breathed even heavier, I love his touch. I knew that I was close.

Suddenly, one of his hands left, then came crashing down on my bottom. That's all I needed. I climaxed and almost couldn't hold myself up. Daryl held onto me and kept going until he finished, then slowly pulled out and gently laid me on the bed. He's getting better and better. I just stayed there for a minute like that. Then, I turned over on my back so I could look at him. I smiled at him. "That's a fun position."

"Yeah?" He said.

"Yeah. It was fantastic." I smiled lasciviously.

"I missed seein' yer face." Daryl said. I gave him an almost surprised look, then smiled at him. He's so sweet.

I just pulled my boots on and finished tightening the laces and was now making my way down the stairs. I winced a little. "Ya okay?" Daryl asked me.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm good." I winced again the rest of the way down. "Ow." I said lowly when I reached the bottom.

"For real. What's wrong?" Daryl said roughly.

I turned to look at him, for some reason I felt a little nervous. "I guess I'm just a little sore." I admitted.

He nodded. "Want me to carry ya?"

I gave him a stupid look and laughed. "Yeah, right?"

"I'm serious." He came up behind me and scooped me up making me giggle. He carried me bridal style out of the house kicking the door open. I gave in and rested my head on him. Might as well let him and get comfortable.

As we were walking down the road, Daryl switched my position and put me on his back. I told him he didn't have to, but he made me. "You're getting better and better." I said out of nowhere.

"Huh?"

"At sex." I stated. "And satisfying me."

"Oh yeah?" Daryl said it like he didn't know. I'm positive he knows though. He clearly sees my reactions to him.

"Yeah." I smiled. "You haven't finished before me since that one night at the cottage when we went to that other house. How—how'd you learn to do that?"

I heard him breath out. "That's my secret."

I gave him an annoyed look even though he couldn't see my face. "Oh, come on. Just tell me."

"Ya really wanna know?"

"Yes. Please tell me." I waited for his answer.

"I don't thank about nothin' till ya cum." He told me his secret. "Then all I gotta do is look at ya."

I blushed. "All you have to do is look at me?"

"Pretty much."

Taking in what he just told me, it made me feel good. I really like him and I think he really likes me too. In fact, I love him. I don't know if I should say it to him yet though, it might freak him out. Like I did with the talk about kids. I almost giggled. "Yeah, well…I really like it when you slap my ass." I grinned.

"Ya do, huh?"

"Yeah, that's usually what does it for me. Your touch, though…it really gets me going." I giggled. "That's all it takes."

"Good." He said. I smiled and kissed him by his ear.

We arrived back at my house soon after. My dad was sitting on the screened in porch with Judith. "Hey." He said when he saw me. "Find anythang?" I saw his eyes land on Daryl but he didn't say anything.

"Not really." I shrugged. "I got some feminine supplies." I kind of laughed. My dad just nodded. "You guys eat yet?"

"Uh, no, not yet. Michonne's making somethin' right now, I thank." My dad said.

I nodded. Daryl hadn't said anything yet. "Well, I brought Daryl for dinner." I smiled.

"I see that." My dad kind of laughed. They greeted each other by shaking hands like they do.

There was an awkward pause. "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower." I said. I turned around to give Daryl a kiss but then my eyes widened and I caught myself before I did it. My face flushed and I hurriedly walked inside. That was too close.

"I see you're with Daryl again." Michonne said to me. She was stirring something in a pot on the stove. What she said was more of a statement than a question. The look she gave me scared me.

"Uh, yeah. I brought him for dinner." I said nervously. "I hope that's okay? I should have asked first but…" I trailed off.

"It's no big deal." She answered without looking at me. "But why are you still with him?" She did look at me this time.

I blinked at her a few times in surprise. "Well…I ran into him as I came in so I just…invited him." I lied.

She stared at me before answering. Finally, she smiled, then let out a laugh. "Okay." She nodded. "Okay." I could tell she didn't believe me. "Well, I wanna have talk with you."

My shoulders slumped and I became annoyed. "Can't it wait? I've been dying to take a shower." I complained.

"Yeah, it can wait." She nodded some more. "But we're gonna talk eventually."

I sighed. I knew exactly what the talk was about and I knew I couldn't avoid her forever. "Okay." I finally just said. I went into my room and practically threw my dirty clothes off. I could hear my dad and Daryl talking on the porch. Good. I thought. It made me smile. Then, I wrapped a towel around myself heading into the bathroom.

I hate this small ass bathroom and shower. I was getting very aggravated. I already dropped my shampoo twice and almost fell. I tried to be as quick as possible in the shower; I stepped out and slipped because there wasn't a carpet on the floor, it didn't fit in there anymore. "Damnit." I said.

"Abigail, are you almost done in there?" Michonne asked me. "Dinner is just about ready."

"Yeah, I'm trying to get out of here." I answered. As I was drying myself off, I lifted my arm and hit my hand on the cabinet. It hurt pretty bad. "UGH!" I yelled. "I hate taking showers in this small ass bathroom!" I yelled and pounded my fist on the wall with each word. I heard my dad and Michonne laugh out in the other room.

"That's one of us almost every single day." My dad said, he was probably talking to Daryl.

"Is-is everyone out there?" I asked. "Because I'm not getting dressed in here. It's too damn annoying." I had my towel wrapped around me and walked out of the room. I didn't look at anyone just went straight to my room. I quickly got dressed, then took care of my hair. I was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a thermal, which was a little short and showed about an inch of my waist. Even though I was hot after my shower, I was comfortable. I also had to rewrap the wound on my arm.

When I figured that was good enough, I walked out to eat with everyone. Daryl was the first one I saw, he was sitting on the sofa. My dad and Judith were at the table. "Me and Daryl can use these." I said pulling out the fold up tables.

"Or you could let him sit at the table." Michonne looked at me wide-eyed. "Daryl's our guest." She kind of laughed.

I stared at her. "Daryl doesn't wanna sit with you guys. He wants to sit with me." I smirked. That's something I would have said before we were together. "Right, Daryl?"

"I'on care." He shrugged with a slight smirk.

"See." I said. "He's just too nice to say it." The others laughed.

We sat and ate pretty much quietly through the whole meal, we were having spaghetti…again. I didn't mind though. Things with noodles are my favorite food. Daryl and I gave each other glances here and there making sure that no one saw. I heard Daryl slurp his noodles next to me, when I looked, he had a little sauce on his beard. I giggled. "You got sauce." I pointed and smiled. He grabbed his napkin and wiped his mouth but missed the spot. I giggled again.

"Did I get it?" He asked.

"No." I smiled. "Just let me." I grabbed my napkin and wiped his chin, then laughed. Michonne was looking right at me. My smile faded almost instantly. I have to stop. "You done?" I asked him. He nodded. I grabbed both of our plates and was about to take them to the sink when I felt Daryl trying to pull my shirt down for me. I gave him kind of a weird look but then just laughed. I quickly washed our plates, then set them aside to dry. We have a rule in the house that everyone does their own dishes.

Daryl didn't stick around long after dinner. Said he needed to get home for some reason. Before he left, I whispered to him to meet me by the one little bathhouse so I could say goodbye to him properly.

I waited about five minutes after he left, then said I was heading to the bathroom. This trailer park does have usable toilets in the homes but the thing is, you're really only supposed to pee inside. If you have to do the other, you have to use one of the bathhouses. There's several of them around. The only other thing about that is, you have to supply your own toilet paper. So, if you see someone walking down the road carrying a roll of toilet paper…you know what they're on their way to do. It's a little embarrassing but I mean…hey, everyone does it.

I met Daryl right outside the bathrooms. "Hi." I smiled sweetly. We kissed. "I should say bye." I laughed a little. Then I became serious. "I wish I could just go back to your house with you."

"Me too." He nodded.

I thought for a minute and smiled. "I can still come over tonight, though, right? After everyone's asleep." I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I thought ya said you was sore." He said to me.

I was a little disappointed. "I'm fine. I'll be fine." I shrugged. "Unless…you don't want to?"

He looked at me seriously. "I want to but not if yer hurtin'…down there..." He said roughly. I looked at him a little sadly and let go of him. His expression seemed to soften. "I-I don't wanna hurt ya."

I understood what he was saying, but I really wanted to spend tonight with him. "You don't hurt me." I assured him. "You make me feel great." I smiled. He still looked reluctant. "Look, the hot water from my shower made it feel a little better. If…if I'm not feeling better by tonight, then I won't come. But if I'm okay, which I probably will be, then I'm coming over…if you want me to."

"I do." He sighed. "It's all up to you. Really."

I sighed in relief. I'm glad that's over, that was scary. "Well, good." I finally smiled again and hugged him. "Now…stop being complicated." I kissed his cheek, then looked at him. He kissed me back. We gave each other a long, passionate goodbye kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, I smiled at him then touched his face. "Thanks for stopping by."

"Thanks fer invitin' me." We just stared at each other. I really didn't want to go. I obviously can't speak for him, but I don't think he wanted to go either.

I smiled. "See you tonight." I turned and started walking away. Something made me look back and I saw Daryl headed in the opposite direction as me. We went our separate ways…for now.

I walked up onto the porch and latched the door. I suddenly thought of when Daryl kicked that door open and carried me out. It made me smile. He's such a gentlemen. I thought. He doesn't know it but he so is. I absentmindedly let out a small laugh.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice said. I gasped and turned wide-eyed to my dad that was sitting in the corner. He laughed at me. I did not even see him there.

"Oh." I relaxed. "Sorry, dad. I didn't see you there." I laughed a little thinking about how stupid I probably looked.

"It's alright." He smiled. "I didn't mean to scare ya." He was sitting on the small glider we had on the porch. I realized it's been a while since we really talked. So, I made my way closer to him and sat down next to him.

"Hi, daddy." I said sweetly and leaned into him.

"Hi, baby." He kind of laughed and kissed my temple. "Where ya been?"

"What do you mean?" I tried to sound innocent.

"Well, I just haven't seen much of you lately." He tightened his arm around me. "I missed you."

I felt a small pang of guilt. He's right. For the passed few days, I have only been around Daryl. I wondered just then what things would be like if I moved out? I have never really been away from my dad like that. We have always been around each other and super close. The thought made me sad and actually scared me a little bit. I got a knot in my throat. "I'm a busy woman." I said to lighten the mood. I always hide behind my pain with humor.

He laughed. "Yeah but no matter how old you get, you're still my little girl."

I smiled. There was something about his statement that made me feel better. Relieved maybe? But I don't really know why? "Good." I said. He laughed again and rubbed my arm.

"What's this?" He asked me. He probably felt my bandage through my sleeve. Shit.

"Uh, it's nothing." I said sitting up. He was giving me a look. "I cut my arm when Daryl and I went on that run…you know? Back at that cottage?"

"How bad is it?" He asked concerned. "Let me see."

My face flushed. "It's fine, dad."

"I want to see it." He gave me his serious look. I could have just walked away but I didn't want to make a scene. So, I lifted my sleeve and unwrapped the bandage so my dad could look at it. "Abigail." He was holding my arm. "This looks like it should have had stitches. Why didn't you say anything?" He scolded me.

"It's fine, dad, I promise. And I didn't want to make us leave the cottage early." I looked at him. "Didn't you have a good time?"

My dad gave me an almost annoyed look. "Yeah, I had a good time but…this kind of stuff is more important."

"Well, it's fine." I reassured him. "Please help me rewrap it." I started to do it myself but he finished it. Then he kissed my arm. "Really?" I rolled my eyes but still laughed.

"Hey, I already told you." He smiled.

"Yeah, I know." I sighed. "So, have any plans for tonight?" I smirked.

My dad snorted. "Yeah, right? Where the hell would I go?"

I laughed. "Well, you and Michonne could take a nice, little night walk or watch a movie or something." I smiled.

"Yeah, we could." Was all he said. "Well, what about you? You have any plans?"

My face flushed. Just to go fuck Daryl, you know, your best friend? I cleared my throat. "Uh…no, no." I shook my head. I pressed my knees together because that thought honestly got me a little horny. "Probably just go to bed."

"Wow. You're just as boring as me." He teased.

"Shut up. I'll never be as boring as you." I gave him a dirty look. He laughed.

"Speaking of bed," he started, my eyes widened. What the hell? "Judith has been wanting you to read to her. Says that you do the best character voices." Oh. I relaxed.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Sure, yeah. Maybe I will tonight."

"It would mean a lot to her." My dad pushed.

I gave him an annoyed look. "Yeah, I get it." I rolled my eyes. "I'll read to it."

"It?"

"That's what I said."

"Abigail." My dad scolded me but still laughed. "That isn't nice."

"Why are you laughing then?" I looked at him with wide-eyes and laughed.

"Just because the way you said it and I wasn't expecting that."

"Alright." I raised my eyebrows. We both laughed some more.

We sat there together a little longer, then it got pretty cold as it got later. "I'm gonna go in. It's too cold." I shivered and stood up.

"Yeah, me too." My dad copied me. He rubbed my arms as we walked inside. "How come you're walking like that?"

My face flushed. "I just…scraped my inner thigh on something when I was out." I shrugged. "It's just a scrape though."

"Try to be more careful." He nodded.

Michonne had just gotten out of the shower and Judith was coloring in a coloring book. "Time for bed, sweetheart." My dad said to her. "Abby's gonna read to you tonight." He smiled at me, I returned his smile with an annoyed look. He just laughed.

"Okay." Judith said.

"Put your crayons away first." I said to her. "We don't leave stuff laying around." I try to teach my sister things like that. She's old enough now to pick up after herself. I watched her put her crayons back in the box then slide the books and that under the sofa. "Alright, come on." I had a thought just then and stopped her. "Wait, go to the bathroom first. I don't want you peeing your bed. Then, I have to lay there and smell it."

Judith got mad but my dad laughed. "I don't do that!" She said angrily.

"Yeah, okay." I raised my eyebrows. She stomped into the bathroom. My dad and I shared a look. I just rolled my eyes and turned my head.

"So, what do you want me to read to you tonight, kid?" I apathetically asked my sister. I was sitting on my bed and she was laying in hers. We shared a room that had bunk beds but they weren't on top of each other. We moved them so they were side by side. I started going through the books. "We got some Dr. Seuss, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, some random Christmas book…" I trailed off and shook my head. When she wasn't answering me, I looked up from the books giving her a look.

"I'm too old for that now." She said quietly.

I scoffed. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Yeah, I am." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm done with that kid stuff. 'Sides, you don't wanna do it anyway."

I gave her an annoyed look. "Judy."

"Judith." She corrected me. "I wanna be called Judith now."

I blinked at her a few times. She seemed serious. "Okay." I finally said. "So, what do you wanna do then? I know you aren't ready to just go right to sleep?"

She hesitated. "…tell me about my mama."

I stared at her. The way she was looking at me mixed with how she said that actually made me sad. I swallowed hard. "What do you want to know? We've already told you everything." I stood and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Did she read to you at night?"

I smiled because I remembered something. "Sometimes but…I wasn't into that. She would sing too but I hated it for some reason." I smirked. "Carl liked it though."

"Did she not sound good?" My sister asked innocently.

"No, she did. She had a very nice voice." I nodded.

"Why didn't you like it then?"

I had to think about her question. To be honest, I didn't have an answer for that. My mom told me that when I was just a baby, she tried to sing to me but I would cover her mouth. It always made me laugh when she said that. I didn't know why though. And even when I got older and I would hear her sing, I always got annoyed. I never knew why. Maybe it was jealousy? I really don't think so, though, because I could sing too. In fact, I was WAY better than her. So, why didn't I like her singing? I just didn't know. "I don't know." I finally answered her. I sighed.

"What did she used to sing?" Is the question I was hoping my sister didn't ask next.

"Well…I don't really remember what she tried to sing to me, but…she used to sing this one song to Carl all the time." I nodded.

"What was it called?" She asked wide-eyed.

I hesitated. I suddenly felt a little emotional and got a knot in my throat. I took a deep breath and tried swallowing the lump. "You Are My Sunshine." I said quickly.

"Do you know the words?" She seemed to get a little excited.

"I know…a little." I rolled my eyes. "Please don't ask me to sing it though."

"Please." She begged. "I really wanna hear it."

"Judy—Judith." I corrected myself with a smirk. "I really don't want to." I shook my head.

"Please, Abby! Please! Please!" She sounded desperate.

She doesn't get it though. "No!" I snapped. "Forget it, okay? Now, go to sleep!" I said angrily and moved over to my bed. When I looked back over at her though, she looked more sad than I have ever seen her. It about melted my heart and I felt like an asshole. She slowly rolled over and faced away from me. I felt extremely bad for that. After all, I know she just wants something of my mom's. Even though it's painful for me, I will do this one thing for her. I stood back up and sat back down on the edge of her bed. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." I started singing. "You make me happy when skies are gray." She slowly turned and looked at me. "You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." I started to feel emotional but I didn't want to cry in front of my sister. I pushed her hair back.

"You sound pretty, sissy." She said sleepily. "You should sing more."

I nodded. "Go to sleep now."

"Will you sing it one more time?" She asked me.

I hesitated. I can do this one more time. "…you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray." My sister closed her eyes. "You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." I tried to sing it more quickly this time and without interruptions. She fell asleep soon after. I needed to get out of there.

I quickly walked out of the room. My dad was sitting on the sofa, to my surprise, he looked at me when I stepped into the room. We shared a look. I knew he heard all of that. I breathed heavily with tears in my eyes and walked out the door without saying anything. I unlatched the door on the porch and walked to the end of the driveway where I broke down. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I sat on my knees and sobbed.

I thought about my mom and Carl. I never…I never mourned them. I started breathing heavily. I put my hand over my heart. I'm having a panic attack. "I can't do this anymore." I said out loud. I stood up and started running down the road while still crying. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran and ran going wherever my legs took me ignoring the sore feeling down below.

I ended up at the clubhouse next to the basketball court. I finally stopped running and just stood there catching my breath.

Once I was calmed down, I looked around and spotted a picnic table. I made my way over to it and sat on the table part. I stared down at the ground. Just then, the wind blew and sent a chill up my spine. I shivered. Why exactly did I come down here? Don't tell me my panic attacks are back? I realized it's been a while since I drank. I could really go for one.

"Excuse me." I heard a voice say. I looked up, there was an older man making his way over to me. He was holding a camera. I have never seen him before. "Can you take a picture of me in front of the basketball court?"

I cocked an eyebrow. What? "Uh…yeah, uh, sure." I got off the table and took his camera. "Kinda dark." I said.

"The flash will light it up."

"Okay." I said. I took his picture, then showed it to him. "That good?"

"Yeah, thanks." He put his camera in his pocket while still looking at me. "You new here?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "Uh, no. No, I been here a couple years now."

"Oh yeah? Me too. Never saw you before." There was a brief pause. "I'm lookin' for a new trailer actually. Mines old and small. I need, you know, more space? You know of any?"

I thought for a minute. "Actually, yeah I do. There was a woman up front that was looking to…I was gonna say sell." I let out a small laugh. "But her son moved in with someone and now his old trailer is available. That's all I know though. You'd have to talk to them."

"Can I get a name?"

"Shirley and her son's name is Stewart."

"Alright, thanks." He smiled. I gave a smile back. He didn't walk away, though, and I felt awkward.

"Well…I should probably—

"Hey, you wanna go to the concert with me this Saturday night?" He asked out of the blue. This place has a stage and sometimes people perform on Saturday nights if the weather is nice.

I blinked at him taking in what he just said. "Uh…no. I can't."

"Oh, come on." He laughed. "Have some fun for once."

"No. No, I can't." I let out a nervous laugh and waved. I wanted to tell him it was because I have a boyfriend but for some reason, I felt like I shouldn't. "I have to babysit my little sister." I lied.

"Your little sister, huh? How old are ya?"

"Twenty-two." I replied.

He nodded. "Well, maybe some other time then." He laughed.

I gave him a small smile. "Well, I gotta get home." I hurriedly walked away hoping that he didn't follow me home.

Once I was far enough away, I looked back and saw him shooting hoops. That was weird as hell.

When I got home, my dad was still up. He looked up when I walked in. "Hey." I said when I saw him.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked in full concern.

I didn't answer right away. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Yeah." I nodded. "I just…want a drink." I opened the cabinet with the liquor and got out some vodka. I poured it into a glass with some ice and tonic water. I took a sip. Oh, that's nice.

I heard my dad walk over to me. He kissed the top of my head. "Don't stay up too late, okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I gave him a smile. "Night, dad."

I sat on the sofa and sipped my drink. I started thinking about that guy. That was so weird. He definitely used that whole "photo thing" as an excuse to talk to me. And he asked me to a concert. I shivered. Gross. I raised my eyebrows and laughed.

I stayed there until I finished my drink, then I went in my room. I had to make it look like I went to bed before I leave.

I laid down on the bed. I had to be really quiet not to wake up my sister. I can't wait to see Daryl tonight. I really need him. Wonder how many condoms I should bring? Should we have sex at all? I mean…am I feeling up to it? I want to but my…I'm still feeling a bit sore. Maybe I should give it a rest. I still want to see my man regardless.

I waited maybe a half an hour, that's when I heard snoring from my dad and Michonne's room and knew he was asleep. I slowly and quietly got up. I grabbed a condom from my bag anyway, just in case. I was about to walk out the door when I remembered something. I had made that jell-o that I found for Daryl. I wanted to take it to him. I quietly got it out of the fridge and smiled. Then, I headed out the door being as quiet as possible.

I waited about a minute after I walked off the porch to see if anyone heard me and got up. So far, they didn't. I knew I had made it when I got to the end of the driveway. I suddenly became excited. Well, here goes.

Happy 4th of July!