When I woke up, it was real bright and there was a ringing in my ears. I sat up slowly. "Ugh." I put my hand on my forehead. My head hurt something awful. So bad that my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head. I could hear my dad and the others in the other room. The smell of something cooking making me sick. "Dad?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can you get me a bottle of water?" My voice sounded weird, I even heard it. My dad didn't answer me but I heard the fridge open and footsteps coming my way. He handed it to me. "Thank you." I said barely audible. I practically drank the whole thing down. I must be really dehydrated.

"Drinkin's real fun, isn't it?" My dad said and raised his eyebrows. I didn't respond or even look at him. I didn't feel like doing this right now.

"What?" I heard Michonne say from the other room. "Is she finally hungover?"

"She gotta be." My dad answered. "She was so drunk last night, she could barely walk up the ramp." He looked back down at me. "I'm just glad you didn't drive to your friend's house."

If I did, I would have ended up leaving the car there and walking home anyway. "Can you please keep your voices down?" I mumbled.

My dad looked down at me giving me a scolding look. "How much did you drink?"

"I don't remember." I lied. I drank some more water. Between the five of us girls, we killed four bottles of liquor. And two of them were just me. Plus, I had a little of the others.

"That's nice, Abigail. When are you finally gonna learn?" My dad stood there and scolded me like I was a teenager. "I bet you didn't have any water the whole time. You know the rules, young lady. It's dangerous and it needs to stop."

I looked down sadly. He's right but that doesn't solve my problems. I don't just drink for fun. "I know, dad." I finally said. "Please just stop. I don't feel good." I looked up at him.

My dad was looking down at me with a look of disapproval but he laid off me. He pushed my hair back and felt my forehead. "You do look really sick. Want me to get you some Aleve?" His thumb brushed my cheek a few times. I just nodded.

He left the room and came back about thirty seconds later with two pills. He placed them in my hand, then I took them with the little bit of water left. "Thanks, daddy." I said hoarsely.

He lifted my chin. "You should eat something."

I almost gagged at the thought of food. "No, I can't right now. I just want to go back to sleep." I laid back on my pillow.

My dad hesitated for a moment. "Want me to sit here with you?" He said softly. I looked up at him to see if he was being serious, he looked serious enough. That would be kind of nice. I smiled and nodded. He closed the door after that and sat on the edge of my bed. We were both quiet for a minute.

"You know, mom and me used to drank and stuff when we were younger." My dad started. He began pushing my hair back again and it was feeling really nice.

"You, dad?" I asked with raised eyebrows. It hurt my head though.

"Yeah." He gave me a look. I let out the smallest laugh. "We hung out with friends and we'd drink and get sick and say we were never gonna do it again, then we'd do it all again the next weekend." He kind of scoffed. I smiled. "We had fun." He nodded. "We did…but…we stopped one day. You know why?" He was giving me a look.

I thought for a minute. Well, I know my parents were young when they had me so… "Mom got pregnant with me and you guys were about to have a kid."

"We were about to have a kid." He repeated and nodded. I think I know where he's going with this. "We knew we had to get serious. We grew up because we realized what was more important." He looked at me more closely. "And that's what you gotta do, find what's more important to you."

I looked at him sadly. He knew I had problems all along. How does he do that? How does he always know exactly what to say to me? I was feeling emotional right then but I didn't want to cry at the moment so I decided to say something funny. You know, hide behind humor again. "Sounds like I ruined your fun to me." I tried to sound annoyed.

"No." My dad shook his head. "You made our fun better. You and Carl." He smiled. I took in what he said and gave him a small smile back. He stood up but then bent over to give me a kiss, so I hugged him tightly around the neck.

"I love you, daddy."

"Love you, too, love bug." He kissed my forehead three times. He hasn't called me that in literally forever.

He was about to leave but I stopped him. "You don't have to leave, ya know?" I said. He gave me a questioning look. I shrugged. "It felt good when you were playing with my hair." I tried not to sound corny. He gave me a small smile and sat back down. He continued pushing my hair back. I smiled. I don't know why I like that so much. I just do.

I woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps walking up the ramp, there was a figure in the screen door. "Hey." I heard my dad say, he was sitting on the porch. The way he said it, I knew exactly who it was. It felt like someone punched me in the stomach.

"Hey." He said back and walked inside. I stared at him out the window, I could see him but he couldn't see me. This is the first time I'm seeing him since he kicked me out. "What's goin' on?"

"Same stuff." My dad answered. "But good stuff."

"Right." Daryl said. The two talked briefly on the porch while I listened. I was feeling like I could throw up, and I don't know if it's because Daryl is standing on my porch or if it's from the alcohol.

"I brought some oranges." Daryl said randomly. He knows I like oranges. "Maggie swung by and gave me them, but I ain't a fan. Probably ain't too good, though, they ain't in season."

"Oh good, that's fine." My dad said. "Abby loves oranges."

Daryl seemed to hesitate after that. "So, uh…where is…Abby?" He sounded nervous when he asked that?

"Sleepin' off a hangover." My dad said with a laugh. My face flushed. Dad!

"Oh." Daryl then said. "Maybe I'll come by tomorra then. I don't wanna disturb 'er if she's sick."

"Ay, she'll be fine." Said my dad. "You can stay if you want."

Daryl seemed reluctant again. "…nah, that's okay. I'll come by tomorra or somethin'." I actually do hope he leaves. I'm not prepared to see him right now.

"Alright." My dad said. "Well, nice talking to ya."

"Yeah." Daryl said. I watched him leave. I listened until the sound of his heavy footsteps disappeared.

I felt emotional but held it together. Taking a few deep breaths, I slowly got up and made my way into the kitchen. I was feeling way better than before and needed to eat something.

Searching around, I decided to make a can of soup. It was easy and I wanted something hot anyway. I checked the clock while my soup was heating. It was late, almost dinner time. Damn. I slept longer than I thought.

I sat at the table eating my wedding soup when my dad walked in. "Hey, feeling better?"

"Way better than I did before." I said with a mouthful of food. "Aleve seriously kicks ass. It's the best over the counter painkiller."

"Yeah, well…they're not exactly easy to find these days so…"

"Yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes. "I needed it though. My head was killing me. I know I did it to myself but…I just had to."

We were quiet for a minute. "Daryl came by." My dad said randomly.

"Yeah, I heard." I didn't look up from my soup.

"Sorry. Did we wake you?"

I looked up at my dad this time. "Uh, no." I lied. It wasn't a complete lie. It was just Daryl, when I heard his footsteps. Their talking didn't wake me up. "And I needed to get up anyway." I shook my head. "My headache would have been even worse if I slept all day." I ate some more of my soup. I realized just then that it was very quiet. "Where's Michonne and Judith?" I asked looking around.

"They went to the cakewalk." My dad informed me.

"Oh yeah." My shoulders slumped. "I forgot that was today."

"Did you wanna go?"

I had to look at him just to see if he was being serious. "Are you kidding?" I asked with raised eyebrows. He chuckled. "I wouldn't go if you paid me."

"Well, what use would that be now?"

I gave him an annoyed look. "You know what I mean."

"I know." He laughed. "I just like to mess with ya." He put his hands on my shoulders for a second.

"Yeah." I raised my eyebrows and laughed. "I like to mess with you too. And let's face it," I got up with my empty bowl, "I do it a lot better." I smiled sweetly, then put my bowl in the sink.

"Oh yeah. We'll see about that."

I turned to him slowly and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you challenging me?"

"You bet." He smirked.

"Alright." I nodded. "It's on." We shook hands, then laughed.

I started to feel a little nauseous after eating that soup so I went back in my room to lay down a little longer. I planned on taking a shower but I don't think I can do that right now. I sighed heavily and laid back. Daryl came by earlier today. I remembered. I wonder what he wanted?

Daryl and I are sitting in a field somewhere, it was more like a meadow of flowers. We were having a picnic I guessed. It was warm, I could feel the sun on my skin. Smiling, I reached over and fed Daryl a strawberry. I giggled at how he ate it. He did the same for me. It tasted so good. I smiled back at him.

"Have some whip cream." He said holding the can out.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again." I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"What I tell you about rollin' yer eyes at me, girl?" Daryl said roughly. "Don't make me put ya over my knees right here in this wide open field." I started breathing heavily, that always turned me on. "Now open wide." He instructed me.

I smiled and then did what he said. He squirted the whip cream all over my face and up to my nose. "Daryl!" I laughed. "I knew you were gonna do that, you jerk!" We both laughed and then he kissed me hard. I felt that there.

We pulled apart, finally, and I smiled at him. Suddenly, I got a bad feeling and felt something wet so I looked down. There was blood all over the front of my pants. I gasped. All of a sudden, our nice food turned rotten and had bugs all over them. "Ew!" I screamed. I looked up at Daryl to see if he was seeing this but stopped when I saw his face. He was glaring so evilly at me that it scared me.

"Get out." He growled. Dark clouds covered the sun and thunder crashed loudly.

"W-what?" I said wide-eyed and looked up for a second.

"I said, GET THE FUCK OUT!" He screamed and shoved me backwards onto the ground. I felt it crumble where I was laying but I couldn't move. Just then, the ground opened up and I was slowly falling away from Daryl. The last thing I saw was his angry face.

I sat up quickly breathing heavily. There were beads of sweat on my face and my underarms were soaked. It was just a dream. I thought while looking around, I was in my room. It was dark, but I could see Judith sleeping in her bed soundly. When did I even fall asleep? I got up slowly to use the bathroom and check the time. It was just passed midnight. Great. I thought. Now I'm never going to be able to go back to sleep.

I quickly used the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, then I got myself a glass of water in the kitchen and drank it down. I took a few deep breaths. That sure was an awful dream. I rubbed my forehead. Why would I have a dream like that? Deep down, I knew why. I miss Daryl so much. I became saddened.

I laid back down in my bed. I'm not tired at all now. This isn't going to be good because I'm going to get sleepy at a weird time tomorrow. I sighed. Wow, how annoying.

I finally fell back to sleep around seven. I didn't sleep for very long though. Now I feel like shit. "Hey." I said joining my dad and Michonne on the porch for coffee.

"You're up early." Michonne said.

"Yeah, well, I had a really bad dream last night and couldn't get back to sleep so I hardly slept at all."

"Good thing you slept yesterday." She said again.

"Yeah, but I still feel like shit." I took a sip of my coffee. It was dark roast, which I hate but I needed something. I looked up and realized my dad was giving me a concerned look.

"You had a nightmare?" He asked me. "You wanna talk about it? What was it about?"

I hesitated. There was no way that I could tell him any part of my dream. I shook my head. "No…it's okay. I don't wanna talk about it."

My dad looked reluctant to let things go. "Are you alright though? How are you feeling?"

I took a sip of coffee before answering him. "If you're referring to how I felt yesterday, I'm good. But I just feel crappy now after…" I trailed off.

He nodded. "Well, if you start to feel tired throughout the day, just take a nap." He shrugged.

I nodded, then sighed. I'm not going to do that, though, because if I stay up all day, then I should be tired tonight and be able to go to sleep. I wanted to change the subject. "So, how was the cakewalk?" I asked Michonne.

A little later, my dad made breakfast for everyone. We had scrambled eggs, except for Judith who just wanted cereal. I kind of just pushed mine around on the plate. I got used to not eating, you know, with food being scarce? So, I have to be in a mood to eat these days and I was NOT in that mood right now. The three of them were talking but I wasn't paying one bit of attention to their conversation. My eyes are closing by themselves as I was sitting there. "Are you alright, Abby?"

"…I can't do this." I pushed my plate forward a little and took off into my room. I might as well try to sleep while it's still morning. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. So much for my plan of staying awake all day.

The next time I woke up, I was feeling so much better. I wished I had some food though. I shivered and pulled the blankets up. "Dad!" I called. "Can you please turn the heat up?"

"He's not here." Michonne said from the other room. "He took Judith to the shop with him. We're out of a few things."

"Oh." Was all I said. She must have cranked the heat up, though, because I heard it come on.

I decided to just lay there for a little before I got up. I snuggled underneath all of my blankets. "Cold as fuck." I mumbled.

Just then, I heard footsteps from a distance get closer and figured my dad and Judith were back. However, they sounded heavy…just like before. I felt like I was about to shit my pants.

I stared at him out the window as he walked up to the front door. Michonne answered it. Well, that must be awkward. For both of them. "Hey." Was all I heard Daryl say. Their conversation was muffled.

"Hold on." I heard Michonne say lowly. I heard her footsteps coming and then she opened my door. "Abby?" She whispered. "It's Daryl. Do you wanna talk to him?"

I looked at her wide-eyed and shook my head. She gave me a look. "I can't…right now." I said. She hesitated for a minute, then nodded. I hope she understands.

She walked back out there and I heard her say, "Abby isn't feeling well. Come back later." Michonne came through for me. I sighed in relief. However, it didn't make me feel good. I didn't hear Daryl say anything, I just watched him walk away.

And then the emotions all came back at once. I laid there silently crying. Why did I do that? Why didn't I just go see what he wanted? I hate this whole thing. The depression was back.

"What was that all about?" Michonne asked me a little later. "Why didn't you want to talk to him?"

"I couldn't." I shook my head. "I just…I need a shower and stuff." I lied. It wasn't a complete lie. I didn't want Daryl to see me like this.

"Okay. And what about the other day?" She crossed her arms and stared at me. I just looked down. I didn't have an answer for that. "That's what I thought." She said again. "You know, Abby, I get what you're going through but…you should at least talk to him. He was probably coming over to apologize."

"I know, okay, I know." I said and cried. "I just couldn't. I wasn't ready." I rubbed my eyes. "I just feel so…" I trailed off and sniffled. "I don't know. I don't know." I repeated and shook my head. "Everything is so messed up." I cried.

"Now." Michonne said and sat down on the bed with me. "It is not messed up. You guys just have to talk to each other. Communicate." She rubbed my arm. "Remember what I told you? He had his space, now he's ready to talk. It's your turn."

I sighed. "Well, I'm not sure that I'm ready to talk now." I crossed my arms trying to be difficult.

Michonne smiled. "Well, when the time comes, and it will come, you let him know that he hurt you. And that it's not okay." She nodded. "He needs to know."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "Yeah." I nodded and wiped away the remaining tears. She gave me a small smile then stood and planted a kiss on my head. She's never done that before, she's kissed Carl before but never me. I haven't had that kind of affection from any woman since my mom died. I guess it was alright.

I went to go take a shower a little later. It's been two days so I felt kind of gross. I had my hood up and tightened around me because it was freezing outside. "Abby?" I heard a voice say. Damnit! I turned slowly. It was only Brittany. "Holy shit! You're alive!" She laughed.

"What are you taking about?" I gave her a look.

"Well, you drank so much the other night, we thought you were gonna die." She scoffed. "You wanted to drink even more but I cut you off and told you to leave. God, you were so wasted." She laughed again.

I became annoyed. "Why didn't anyone come with me…to you know…help me get home and see if I was okay?"

Brittany stopped when she saw that I was serious. "Well, uh…I just…"

"Oh right." I nodded and narrowed my eyes at her. "Because then I wouldn't be your problem anymore."

She looked taken aback. "Whoa! Who shit in your sugar pops?" She said with a laugh.

I sighed and calmed down a little. "I'm sorry. I just…got shit…I'm dealing with."

She gave me a sympathetic look. "Well…that night was fun. We should do it again sometime."

"Yeah, that'd be cool." I nodded. I just wanted this conversation to end so I can go home. My hair is still wet and is going to be frozen when I finally get there. "See ya later." I turned and made my way back home.

Nothing went on at all for the rest of that day. We ate dinner and stayed in, it was too damn cold to do anything anyway. My eyes stayed on the door for the rest of the night, but Daryl never came back. Maybe I waited too long? Maybe he gave up and he's not coming back? I started to panic a little inside. Stop it! I scolded myself. Don't think about that. Michonne told him to come back later and he will. Although, he didn't say anything when she said that. He just walked away.

I was feeling sick to my stomach, I couldn't even swallow. I hate this feeling so bad, I just want it to go away and everything go back to the way it was. I glanced at the clock, it was 10:30. I don't think he's coming. Surely not now. I looked down sadly.

I woke up to the sound of tapping. I was confused and thought I was dreaming at first. "Abby." A voice whispered. My eyes widened and darted around in their sockets. That's when I saw someone standing outside my window. We made eye contact but I didn't say anything.

"Abby?" Judith said next to me. She sounded terrified.

I turned to her. "It-it's okay, Judy. It's just Daryl. Go back to sleep." I whispered. I stayed right where I was. He continued to tap on the window.

"Aren't you gonna go talk to him?" She asked me innocently.

"No." I said immediately. "He'll go away eventually."

"Abby." Daryl said a little louder.

"I don't think so." My sister said. "You gotta go see what he wants."

"What?" I asked her in disbelief.

"Peace treaty." Was all she said. I stared at her in the darkness.

Finally, I nodded. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and slid my boots on. Then, I grabbed my hoodie and headed outside. What does he want?

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