"Hi, Daryl." I smiled sweetly at him when he opened the door.

"Hi, baby." We kissed briefly, then we hugged each other tightly. That feeling I always have went away and it even helped my pain a little.

"I missed you so much." I said. "I never want to be away from you that long again." I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek.

"Hey." Daryl said. I felt his hand move away from, I looked just in time to see he and my dad shake hands. "Have any trouble?" Daryl and I finally let go of each other.

My dad seemed to hesitate. "…a little actually." He finally said. "She got hurt. So…I didn't think she was going to tell you, but I wanted you to know."

My face flushed. "Dad?" I gave him a look. Why do I still get embarrassed about that stuff? You'd think I would be used to it by now.

Daryl's expression changed. "What do you mean? What happened?" He looked to and from my dad and me. Eventually, his eyes just rested on me.

I gave my dad an annoyed look before turning to Daryl. He had a rough look on his face while waiting for an answer. "I may have…fallen out a window…or something like that." I shrugged and looked away.

"What?" Daryl said. "Ya fell out a window?" I could feel his eyes on me. "How the hell did that happen?"

"Thank I'm gonna head home." My dad, I guess took that as his cue to leave. Yeah, thanks a lot, dad. I gave him a quick hug before he walked away. Then, I looked back up at Daryl. He didn't look happy.

"I'm fine." I said to him. "Let's go inside. I'm freezing. Burrr!" I said with a laugh and headed inside our home.

"How do ya know yer fine?" Daryl said following behind me. He closed and locked the door. "Did ya get checked out when ya came in?"

I hesitated. I almost lied and told him that I did so he would get off of my back, but I can't lie to him. It doesn't feel right. I opened a bag of chips and ate one. "No." I finally said. He exhaled sharply through his nose and seemed like he was going to say something but I spoke first. "I'm fine." I said again but more forcefully this time. "If I'm feeling bad again, I'll go to the doctors. I promise." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"You better." He said roughly. I smiled and put a chip to his lips, he ate it.

"So, did you miss me?" I asked sweetly.

"More than you know." Daryl said. He hugged me to him and began kissing my neck making me giggle. It was feeling really good and that's when I realized that it's been a while since we had sex.

"Well…what are you gonna do about it?" I looked at him with a lascivious grin.

There was a brief pause as we stared intensely at each other. I could almost hear the sexy music in my head. Then, Daryl said, "we cain't." It felt like I was punched in the stomach and the sexy music in my head stopped. I could almost hear the record stop noise out loud.

My eyes widened as I looked at him. "Why?" I questioned him sadly.

"Cuz," he shook his head, "yer all hurt." He walked away from me.

"No, I'm not." My eyes followed him.

"Look, baby," he sighed, "let's just give it a day or two. Just so you can recuperate." He nodded. Or two?

I stared at him for a long time. Finally, I shrugged. "Fine." I didn't hide my disappointment. "If that's what you want." I started to walk away.

"Hey." Daryl stopped me. "It ain't what I want. Trust me, I want to throw ya on the bed right now after not seein' ya for almost four days. But it's what you need. It's better to play it safe, especially if ya ain't gon' see the doctor."

I thought about what he said. He's probably right but…I really wanted to have sex. I guess it is better to play it safe though. I finally just nodded. I'm glad he cares about me. I smiled. "Okay."

"Good." He said. Then, he pursed his lips and bit down on them. I smiled because I knew what was about to happen. He gave me a slap on my bottom. I laughed and turned to try and walk away but he grabbed me then.

"I missed this too." He said with his hands on my behind and squeezed. I giggled loudly.

"Stop!" I playfully smacked his arm. "Don't tease the dog if you aren't going to feed it." I gave him a look, then smirked. I started making tea at the counter.

He raised his eyebrows. "Yer the one that's teasin' the dog. All I gots to do is look at ya."

"Well," I looked at him over my shoulder, "that's your fault. Don't be such a dirty dog then." I laughed.

"I thought ya liked me that way." He was there pressed up against me now. His hands touched my waist, my shirt rode up a little so Daryl put his hands under and lifted it so he was touching my flesh.

I felt that "there." And speaking of dogs, I was practically panting like one. I grabbed his hands and took them off of me, then turned to face him. "Seriously, Daryl, if you're not going to have sex with me, then you can't do stuff that like. Your touch is like…" I trailed off and grinned wildly. He gave me an almost startled look, which made me laugh. "I just go crazy when you touch me." I calmed down a little.

"Alright." He said. Our lips met. I just felt all the nicest feelings running through me. Daryl Dixon is like a rare creature. Rare but beautiful. And I was more than ecstatic that he was my man. We pulled apart and just looked at each other. I brushed his hair out of his face, then touched him. He kissed my cheek again. "Imma go check the snares I set up in the woods. I'll be right back."

"Okay. I'm gonna have a shower after my tea." I took a sip from my mug smiling as the warm tasty liquid went down.

"Alright." He started to leave but slapped my bottom one more time. We smiled at each other.

"Dirty dog."

I went to the bathroom when I was done with my tea. I got a quick but sharp pain as I started to urinate. That was weird. I always get random pains so I didn't think much of it. However, I noticed there was some blood so I stood up to have a look and there blood in the toilet. I gasped. That can't be good. Maybe I should go see the doctor. Just to make sure everything is okay. If I tell Daryl about this, he's going to make me go. I can't lie to him though.

I sighed and got into the shower.

I walked out of our bedroom fully clothed in fresh clothes. Daryl was sitting at the table with what looked like a rabbit, it was already skinned and gutted. He usually does that outside if it's a bigger animal.

"Hey." I said to him.

"Hey. I got us a rabbit." He held it up. "I hoped that there would be more but…" He trailed off and shrugged.

"That's good." I said. "I'll make some rabbit stew." I smiled. "Thanks for getting that." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head.

"Ya don't gotta thank me." He said.

"Well, I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you." I nodded and smiled. He didn't say anything to that. I turned around and started to get out the big pot that we use to make homemade soup and stew. But I got a pain right then, not a bad one but it reminded me of what happened earlier. I have to tell him.

It was quiet for a minute as I thought of the best way to say it. "Hey, Daryl." I said slowly turning to him.

"Yeah?" He answered without looking up.

I hesitated. "…you know I was thinking…maybe I should go see the doctor." His head snapped up immediately and he looked at me. "Just to see if everything is okay." I nodded.

"Why? What happened?" His full on concern was back.

I hesitated again because I didn't want to alarm him. I opened my mouth but didn't say anything right away. "…there was some blood in my pee. But—

Daryl was on his feet in a minute. "Yer goin' to the doctors right now. I'll throw ya over my shoulders if ya don't."

"Daryl." I said calmly and wide-eyed with my hands up. "I just said I'd go. Calm down. It's okay." I tried. "It's probably nothing. I had a friend that told me if she got hit in her kidneys that sometimes she had blood in her pee. It's probably just that." I nodded.

Daryl stared at me for a moment. "Well…either way. Yer gettin' checked out."

Daryl came with me to the doctors. I got some x-rays and was given an ultrasound to check for internal bleeding. I feel like all of this is going to be for nothing. I wasn't going to say anything, though, because Daryl would get mad at me, possibly the doctor too.

"Well, nothing's broken." Dr. Cohen said looking over my x-rays. "And you don't have any internal bleeding." He paused. "You said there was blood in your urine?"

"Yes." I answered. Daryl had his had on my back and his thumb occasionally rubbed me. It felt nice, but I was more focused on what the doctor was saying to me at the moment.

"Did you have pain during urination?" He asked me.

"Um…yeah…like right before. But that was the first time." I nodded. "It didn't bother me yesterday." I glanced at Daryl and he gave me a look. I shrugged. What? I'm being honest.

"Let's take a urine sample just to be safe." He nodded and wrote something down. "So, you fell out a window, huh?" He looked at me with wide-eyes but kind of smiled. "How far down was it?"

"Uh, well…I would say two stories but it seemed like a long way down to me." I said with a laugh.

"You're lucky you didn't break you neck or back." He said. "That could have been a lot worse, little lady."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled. I glanced at Daryl, he was giving the doctor a weird look. I almost laughed.

"But," the doctor looked up at me, "you're probably fine. It was probably just from the hard fall." He nodded. "Believe it or not, something as simple as running a long and hard marathon can cause blood in the urine."

"Yeah, that's what I figured." I said apathetically.

I gave a urine sample, then it was checked and came back negative for a bladder infection or anything. I never thought I had one. So, Dr. Cohen basically gave me some tests and everything was fine. He just said to come back if I have more issues or if this continues. But why was there blood in my pee? Oh well. It's like I said before, it was probably nothing.

"Well, that was pointless." I said to Daryl.

"No, it wasn't." He said roughly. "We had to get ya checked out."

"He basically said, you're fine and kicked us out." I looked at him. "But I'm fine. No need to worry." I smiled.

"Yeah, well, if ya have anymore troubles, yer comin' right back." Daryl said roughly.

"Yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes. "That's what the doctor said."

"He's a jerk." He said. "Sometimes I don't even thank that asshole knows what he's talkin' about."

I laughed a little. "Well, that's most doctors." I raised my eyebrows. "But you can take way better care of me than that guy anyway."

Daryl looked at me. "Yeah and speakin' of, yer takin' it easy fer the next few days." He nodded. "I'll take care 'a thangs."

"Yes, Dr. Dixon." I smirked. He grabbed me and planted several kisses on my cheek. I giggled. I love when he plays like that.

We arrived back home. "Oh, I need to tell you about what happened out on our run." I said. "My dad and I found something really creepy." I smiled.

"Oh yeah?" Daryl said opening the door for me. I stepped inside. "Does it involve ghost stuff?"

"Yeah, it does." I perked up. "How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess." He smirked.

"Okay, well anyway…we found the creepiest house, I swear." I started. "When I checked the basement, there was candles still lit and formed into a circle and like some satanic shit like someone was having rituals down there or something."

"No shit?" Daryl said. He got something out of the fridge and sat down.

"Yeah, and I found one of those EVP devices. You know, to talk to ghosts?" I said. I looked down and saw that he had a can of beer. My brain didn't fully register it, though, so I kept talking. "And we used it to…talk to the spirits…in the house." I slowed down as I realized he was drinking.

"Damn." Daryl said opening his beer. "That's some crazy shit." He raised his eyebrows and took a gulp from the can. I just watched him and stared at him. Finally he looked up at me.

I started shaking my head. "What are you doing?"

"What do ya mean?" He gave me curious look and took another gulp. I didn't say anything, just gestured to the can in front of him. He looked down at it, then back up at me. "I'm havin' a beer." He said and shrugged like it was no big deal.

I gave him a serious look. "Are you serious right now?" I let out a laugh even though nothing was funny. He gave me an innocent look like he really didn't understand. Seriously? How could he be so stupid? Talk about teasing the dog. I guess I'm going to have to spell it out for him. "You can't just drink in front of me. You know I'm trying to quit. Why would you do that?" I said angrily.

Daryl still looked like he didn't fully understand. "I-I'm sorry." He shook his head. "I didn't thank about it. I-I just got it out."

I gave him the most annoyed look but calmed down a little. "Yeah, well, you can't do that. You're gonna make it so much harder on me." I turned around and had a thought. "In fact, I don't want alcohol in this house at all ever. This is now an alcohol free zone." I got the six pack out of the fridge and sat it on the counter, then took one of the cans out and opened it.

"Whoa, wait a minute." Daryl was suddenly there and grabbed my arm stopping me. "What are ya doin'?"

Our eyes met. "I'm gonna dump it down the drain."

"Nah." He said quickly and grabbed the opened can out of my hand along with the others. "That's wastin' it. I'll drank 'em when ya ain't here." He said nonchalantly. I gave him a look. "I didn't mean it that way." He shook his head.

"Well…whatever way you meant it, it doesn't matter." I said shaking my head. "I don't want that in my house." I put my hand out for his cans.

He just looked at me, then down at his beer and took a step back. "No." He said. I gave him a look. "Just cuz you gotta problem don't mean I gotta be punished fer it too."

I was so shocked that my mouth almost dropped and I gave him a serious look. I was completely appalled at what he just said that I just stared at him. I couldn't even form the right words. "In case you didn't know," I started, "when you asked me to be your wife, we became one. That means my problems are your problems and vice versa. Anything we go through is together." I paused. Daryl looked a little guilty. Maybe. "So, I'm gonna ask you, Daryl…are you really choosing beer over me?"

"I ain't choosin' nothin' over no one." He snapped. "I just don't see the problem in me havin' a damn drank every once in a while."

"Because I'm a fuckin' alcoholic and I don't want it in the house!" I snapped back.

Daryl paused for a moment and we just stared at each other. Finally he nodded and sat down. "Well…maybe you shouldn't 'a done that to yerself." He took a gulp of his beer.

I stared at him in disbelief. I felt hurt and betrayed. I couldn't believe he just said that to me. Never in a million years would I think he would hurt me like that. Nothing he ever said before wounded me more than this. I sighed. "Okay, Daryl." I said calmly and nodded. "Have your beer." I pushed the six pack closer to him. "Have all the beer you want. Just know that as long as you have that, you don't have me." And with that, I walked away to grab a few things and pack a bag.

"Aw, come on, Abigail." Daryl said clearly annoyed. "Yer overreactin' about this."

"No, I'm not." I shouted so he could hear me in the other room. "You don't know what I'm going through and how I feel about it." I let out a small laugh. "And you don't care." I quickly shoved some items and clothes in my bag, then walked out of the room while putting my coat on.

"Where are ya goin'?" Daryl said still annoyed.

"I don't know. I'll figure it out." I opened the door and quickly stepped out, then closed it behind me.

I wasn't even off of the porch when I had a thought. I stopped and looked down at the ring on my finger. It's obvious that he's not ready for this type of commitment, he just proved it to me. I slowly spun the ring back and forth as I thought. But am I overreacting about this? I had to think about that for a minute. I don't think I am. And he needs to know how serious I am about this. I stayed firm and nodded to myself.

I walked back into the house. Daryl was still sitting in his same spot, we locked eyes and I just stood there. Neither of us said anything for a minute.

I took the ring off without taking my eyes away from him, then I sat it on the table. He just looked at me, then casted his eyes down to the ring. I stood there for a few seconds, then left again. But for real this time.

I was going to say something to him, but then I realized I didn't have to say anything. My actions spoke louder than any words that could have come out of my mouth. I bit my lip as I was walking down the street. I just hope I'm doing the right thing here.

Happy Halloween!