We spent last night in the trunk of a car. Yes, that's right, in the trunk. It was a super tight space with the three of us, but we had to do it. A storm came through and so did a herd of walkers. It was the only available hiding place at the time. It got really hot in there, and I couldn't wait to get out. I could tell Beth was scared, Daryl was pissed and I was just anxious. Anxious to get out of that situation.

In the morning, we set up camp in the woods. Daryl went hunting while Beth built a fire and I strung hubcaps and tied them around trees.

"That should do it." I said putting up the last one and wiping the sweat off my forehead. We will be able to hear if any walkers are coming.

I looked over to see how Beth was doing with the fire. I saw a small flame that grew quickly. "Nice." I said as I walked over to her.

"Thanks." She smiled. "Good job with the security."

I nodded then looked around. "I wonder how Daryl's doing? There can't be much left out here."

"Yeah, I hope he gets somethin'."

Daryl came back with a snake. I never tried snake meat before. It didn't look too appetizing.

We sat around the fire eating. The snake wasn't that bad. Not my first choice, but it was something. I kind of just picked at mine. I could tell Beth didn't like it at all. She took a few bites and threw it aside. I watched Daryl eat it like it was nothing. It kind of made me sick. Speaking of Daryl, he's been acting really strange lately. Like closed off and cold. He's barely said a word since the other day. I'm a little worried about him to be honest. I just sadly looked at him.

"I need a drink." Beth said. I looked over at her. Daryl threw her the only water bottle that we had without even looking up at her. "No, I mean a real drink." Beth said tossing it aside. "As in alcohol."

I gave her a questioning look.

"I've never had one." She said again.

"What really? Never?"

She shook her head. "'Cause of my dad."

Oh that's right! Hershel was an alcoholic.

"I wanted to try some before but Maggie wouldn't let me. But they're not exactly around anymore, so…I thought we could go find some."

I looked at Daryl. He just continued eating his snake meat. I looked back at Beth, she looked desperate. I could tell that this is something she needed to do. So, I decided to go along with it. "You know, that's not a half bad idea." I started. "I could use a drink, it's been a long time since I had one." I let out a small laugh. "It's as good a time as any."

I waited to see what Daryl had to say to that, but he was unresponsive. He was just gnawing at his food. I glanced over at Beth, she was staring at Daryl, too. She sighed then looked at me. I shrugged.

"Okay." She finally said then stood up. "Well, enjoy your snake jerky." She grabbed her knife and started to walk off. I looked to Daryl to see if he was going to go after her or even try to stop her, but he didn't. He acted as if nothing even happened. I shook my head.

I looked in the direction Beth went then back to Daryl. He's not budging. I sighed. She can't go by herself. "Beth, wait up." I called then followed her.

"Hey." I said once I caught up with her.

"He's a jerk." She said referring to Daryl.

I sighed and looked down. "He's just upset right now and doesn't know how deal with it."

Beth scoffed. All of a sudden, we heard moans. There was a small group of walkers headed our way. We quickly hid behind the trees, they didn't notice us.

I silently counted the walkers. There were five of them. "We can take them." I whispered.

Beth shook her head. She picked up a rock and threw it in the opposite direction. The walkers heard it and started going the other way. I raised my eyebrows. "Good thinkin'." I whispered and nudged her.

Just then, we heard a twig snap behind us and quickly turned around. It was just Daryl, he was ready with his crossbow. He kind of glared at us, then walked away. I guessed we were supposed to follow him. "Come on." I said to Beth.

"That was smart of you to do that." I said.

Beth gave me a weird look.

"The rock."

"Oh, yeah, thanks." She smiled. Then, she looked to Daryl. "I think we made it away. I'm pretty sure we got to go that way to find the booze." She pointed then walked into the "hubcap fence" I built.

What? We're back? Damn it, Daryl!

"What the hell?" Beth said.

"You brought us back?" I said.

"I'm not staying in this suck-ass camp!" Beth said again. To my surprise, she gave Daryl the finger and tried to walk away, but Daryl grabbed her arm.

"Hey! You had yer fun." He said.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She pulled her arm out of his grasp. "Do you feel anythin'? Yeah, you think everythin's screwed. I guess that's a feelin'. So you want to spend the rest of our lives starin' into a fire and eatin' mud snakes?"

I snorted and crossed my arms. "Fuck that." They both looked at me for a second.

"We might as well do somethin'." Beth continued. "I can take care of myself and I'm gonna get a damn drink." She turned and walked off. I had to try to hide my smirk. I have never seen her like that before. Daryl glared at me so I just shrugged then followed Beth. I could tell he didn't want to leave, and I felt bad for him because I know he does have feelings, he just doesn't know how to show them. But I also understand Beth's side. I don't mean to take her side over his, I just think we should at least do something.

Like I said, I'm always in the middle.

It was quiet for a long time, too quiet for me. It made things awkward. So, I decided to say something as we were walking. "So…you seriously never even had a drop of alcohol before?" I asked Beth.

She glanced at me for a second, then looked away and sighed. It was almost as if she was remembering something. "My dad, when he talked about his drinkin' days, he was so sad. Ashamed." She started. "When I was at parties in high school, I was afraid he would roll up and see me with a beer in my hand. Could just picture the look in his eyes. Couldn't do it. Wouldn't even hold one of those red party cups. Always had a can 'a soda just in case."

I gave her a sympathetic look. "I get it." I said and nodded. "And I kind of admire you for that. You remind of my one friend, she never touched alcohol either." I swallowed remembering her, she was a good friend of mine. Don't think about it. I told myself. I shook that thought and cleared my throat before speaking. "Not me though. I always drank at parties. Not that I'm proud of it or anything—

"Ain't nothin' to be proud of." Daryl said cutting me off. I was surprised that he actually spoke. "I seen a lot 'a drunks in my life. The worst kinda drunks. So be happy you ain't like them." He spoke roughly. He looked at me as he passed.

I stopped and looked at him for a minute. "I said I'm not proud." I said under my breath. I don't know what his problem is. I didn't do anything to him.

We made it out of the woods and found a golf course and a small building that must be the clubhouse.

"Golfers like to booze it up, right?" Beth asked.

Daryl didn't say anything and I shrugged. We heard moans and turned around. There were a bunch of walkers headed our way.

"Come on." Beth said. The three of us hurried up to the building. "Might be people inside." She looked in the window then tried opening the door but it was locked. The walkers were getting closer. We hurried around to another entrance. Daryl opened the door and looked inside.

"Come on." He said. It must be safe. Beth went in first then I quickly closed the door behind me. Daryl put a golf club in the handles so the walkers couldn't get in.

I looked around. There were walkers hanging from the ceiling, they must have hanged themselves when they were alive. I grimaced.

There was stuff thrown everywhere. Jewelry, clothes, etc. It's hard to believe with all this stuff, I couldn't find anything useful. The only thing we found were flashlights. Daryl was shoveling items into a backpack.

"Why are you keepin' all that stuff?" Beth asked him.

He didn't answer her. Suddenly, the walkers were at the door and trying to get in. We hurried out of the room and locked the door.

I found a room that was sort of like a kitchen. I opened a drawer and found silverware. They had knives. Aw, yeah. I thought. I grabbed three of them. Just then, I heard a scream, it sounded like Beth. It startled me. "Beth?" I called. It sounded like she was struggling with a walker. I was about to run but I tripped on something and the knives I had slid under a cabinet. "Damn it!" I cursed myself.

I ran down the hall just in time to see Beth kill the walker. Daryl was there, too. "Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She said out of breath. "Thanks for the help." She looked at Daryl.

"You said you could take care of yourself." He shined a flashlight on the dead walker. "You did." Then walked away.

I sighed and look at Beth. I raised my eyebrows. He really is being a jerk.

We followed Daryl into another room, it looked like a gift shop. Beth found a rack of clothes and changed her shirt.

"I'm with you on that." I said. I changed out of my sweaty, dirty tank top and into a clean t-shirt. I felt somewhat better.

We saw a mannequin with a dead lady's head on it and a sign that said, "rich bitch." Beth tried taking it down. "Help me take her down." She said to us.

"It don't matter." Daryl said. "She's dead."

I'm kind of with Daryl on that one.

"It does matter." Beth snapped.

Daryl sighed and picked up a blanket. "Here." He put it over her.

Beth looked at me. I smiled. We began walking away. "See, I told you he had feelings." I whispered to her.

As we were walking down the hall, we heard moans and then walkers emerged! I guess the ones from outside found their way in.

"Move!" Daryl yelled. We ran down the hall into another room. I turned around at some point and realized Daryl stopped to kill the walkers.

"Wait." I said to Beth. She stopped. We watched Daryl go at it. I wondered if I should help him. He didn't really look like he needed help, but I stepped in anyway. I grabbed a walker and stabbed it with my knife.

"Get outta here!" Daryl yelled to me.

"I was trying to help." I said.

"I don't need your help!"

I backed away because he sounded really angry. There was only one walker left. He beat it to death with a golf club and some blood and guts accidentally hit Beth. So much for clean clothes.

We kind of stood there for a moment. I watched Daryl carefully. He totally just took his anger out on those walkers, especially the last one. Beth threw off her bloody sweater then walked out of the room. I took a quick glance at Daryl then followed Beth.

I looked ahead and saw a bar room.

"We made it." Beth said. She turned around and we smiled at each other, then she looked at Daryl. "I know you think this is stupid. And it probably is. But…I don't care."

Daryl wasn't saying anything, just like before. He had that same scowl on his face.

"All I wanted to do today was lay down and cry, but we don't get to do that." Beth continued. "So…beat up on walkers if that makes you feel better. I need to do this." With that said, she walked into the bar and started looking for any alcohol she could find. I doubt she will have any luck. The place was trashed.

I heard glass break. Daryl broke a picture frame to get the paper out. I guess to use for a fire.

"Did you have to break the glass?" Beth asked him.

"No. You have yer drink yet?"

"No. But I found this. Peach schnapps. Is it good?"

"No." Daryl and I said in unison. He gave me a quick look before walking to the other side of the room to play darts.

"Well, it's the only thing left." Beth said sadly.

I gave her a sympathetic look then shrugged. "Go ahead."

"Aren't you gonna have some?"

I shook my head. "Nah."

She sighed and picked up a glass, it was dirty. I slowly walked over to Daryl. He gave me a quick glance. "Hey." I said. He ignored me. "Daryl, why are being so cold?" I whispered so Beth couldn't hear. He glared at me then went back to his game. I walked away from him and sat down. I felt sad and defeated.

"Who needs a glass?" I heard Beth say. I looked up at her, she looked a little unstable. She was about to open the bottle but stopped herself. All of a sudden, she broke down and cried. I looked down in sadness and just listened to her sob.

Everything seemed to pause for a minute. Daryl glanced at me then made his way over to Beth. He grabbed the bottle of peach schnapps and threw it on the floor breaking it to pieces. I was surprised, Beth had the same look I did.

"Ain't gonna have yer first drink be no damn peach schnapps." He said. He walked over to the door and opened it. "Come on."

I brightened up a little. Has he finally come to his senses?

Beth wiped her tears away, and I patted her arm as I walked by them.

"A motorcycle mechanic." Beth said as we were walking along. We were back in the woods.

"Huh?" Daryl said.

"That's my guess. For what you were doin' before the turn. Did Zack ever guess that one?"

Oh right. I remember now. Beth's boyfriend, Zack, back at the prison kept trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn. I don't know what the big deal is? I don't think he did anything.

"It don't matter." Said Daryl. "Hasn't mattered for a long time."

"It's just what people talk about, you know, to feel normal." Beth said.

"Yeah, well, that never felt normal to me." He said. We stopped outside of a small house. "Found this place with Michonne." Daryl said.

"I was expecting a liquor store." Said Beth.

"Yeah, I kinda was, too." I let out a small laugh.

"No, this is better." He answered. We followed Daryl over to a shed. He took out a crate filled with jars of clear liquid and handed it to Beth.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Moonshine." Daryl replied.

Oh shit!

Beth and I shared a look. I could see the excitement in her eyes.

We then walked into the house. Daryl made sure it was safe first.

"All right." Daryl picked up a cup and wiped it out with his shirt. He poured a tiny bit of the moonshine into the glass then sat it in front of Beth. "That's a real first drink right there."

Beth just stared at the cup.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothin'." She started. "It's just…my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind."

"Oh shit." I said. "For real? I don't think I'm having any of that."

"Ain't nothin' worth seein' out there anymore anyway." Daryl said roughly.

"Okay, so, you gonna take care of us when we can't see shit?" I asked him.

He sighed. "Will ya just try it already?"

"I don't need to. I had it before."

"Bullshit." He gave me an annoyed look.

"It's true. I had the legal kind and the illegal kind." I bragged.

"Ha. Whatever." Daryl said. We both turned our attention to Beth. She still looked nervous.

"Go ahead if you wanna." I told her.

She finally took a small sip. She grimaced. "That's the most disgustin' thing I've ever tasted."

I laughed.

She drank the rest in the cup. "Second round's better." She giggled. She started to pour more into her glass.

"Slow down." Daryl said.

"This one's for you."

"No, I'm good."

She gave him a weird look. "Why?"

"Someone's gotta keep watch."

"Um, hello. There's three of us here." I said.

"Ain't you gonna drink, too?" Daryl asked me.

"No, I shouldn't."

He snorted.

"So, what, you're like our chaperone now?" Beth mocked him.

"Just drink lots of water." He said roughly and walked away.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon." Beth mocked again.

"Watch." I said to Beth. "Oh-kay!" I said in the most annoying voice possible. Daryl looked at me and shook his head. Beth and I laughed.

I went into the living room and sat on the floor. Daryl was boarding up a window. He looked at me. "When did you have moonshine?" He asked me. Beth joined us in the room.

"I've been to tons of high school parties. Oh, and some college parties." I laughed. "I went to those kinds of parties when I wasn't even in high school yet."

"Mhmm." Daryl said.

"I did!" I gave him a look. "But, anyway…my friend's uncle got some. They had fruit soaked in it. I just remember eating it then all of a sudden, I couldn't lift my head off the table. I must have passed out there because I remember waking up and my neck hurt real bad."

Daryl kind of laughed.

"I have a good question for you." I said to Daryl. "If it was not…how it is now, like it was the normal world before this…and I saw you in a parking lot or something and asked you to get me alcohol, would you do it?" I don't know why I asked him, I just thought it would be funny.

"Nah." He answered immediately.

"Why?" I kind of laughed.

"Cuz," he turned to me, "yer dad's a cop. I ain't tryin' to go to jail."

"But you don't know that my dad's a cop." I smirked. "You don't know me yet."

"Still no."

"Why?" I asked more forcefully this time.

"Cuz ya don't need it." He gave me a stupid look.

I pretended to be offended. "Well…" I said with a hand up.

I heard Beth laugh next to me. "Who'd go into a store and walk out with this?" She held up a flower pot that was a bra. Someone had used it as an ash tray.

"My dad, that's who." Daryl said. "Oh, he's a dumbass. He'd set those up on top of the TV set, use them as target practice."

"He shot things inside your house?" I asked.

"It was just a bunch of junk anyway." He continued. "That's how I knew what this place was. That shed out there, my dad had a place just like this."

"So, you got taken to the wood shed?" I teased.

He cleared his throat and ignored my question. "You got yer Dumpster chair. That's for sittin' in and yer drawers all summer drinkin'. Got yer fancy buckets. That's for spittin' chaw in after yer old lady tells ya to stop smokin'."

"Ew, the guys at my school would chew all the time. They would fling it at the wall and stuff. I think that shit's nasty." I grimaced. "I remember my friend, Joe, from study hall spit on the floor. I was like, ewww. So, I started bringing him empty water bottles or ice tea cartons so he wouldn't spit on the floor anymore. 'Cause I had lunch right before study hall." I laughed.

Beth laughed.

"You got yer internet." Daryl held up a newspaper.

"I had real internet." I said. "No one reads the paper anymore."

"Do you have a comment fer everythang?" Daryl teased me.

Just then, we heard a walker outside. Daryl looked out the window. "It's just one of 'em."

"Should we get it?" Beth asked.

"If he keeps makin' too much noise, yeah."

"Well, if we're gonna be trapped again, we might as well make the best of it." Beth said again. "Unless you're too busy chaperoning, Mr. Dixon." She handed each of us a jar of moonshine.

"Hell, might as well make the best of it." Daryl said and took it.

She looked at me.

"Fine." I gave in and took the jar. She giggled.

Daryl sat down in the arm chair. "Home, sweet home." He took a sip.

"Did you and Michonne get drunk here?" I asked Daryl.

Daryl snorted. "No." I laughed.

"Abby, tell us a story?" Beth said out of nowhere.

I shook my head. "I won't be able to think of any right now."

"Oh, come on! You have the best stories."

"Well, what do you want me to tell? I need a subject so I can think of one."

"I don't know. Tell us about one of your parties." She said.

"Okay." I swallowed hard while trying to think. "Oh! So, this one time…

"A plumber?" Beth said to Daryl out of nowhere. I don't know why she's trying to guess so badly.

"Nah." Daryl said and shook his head.

"A teacher?" She then asked.

Daryl gave her a stupid look, then Beth laughed. To me, it looked like Daryl was possibly getting a little annoyed and I didn't want him getting all closed off again so I decided to tell them about what I did. "Do you wanna know what I did before this?" I grinned.

Beth gave me a stupid look. "Uh…yeah, you were in high school. Just like me."

I blinked a few times. "Well, yeah, but…I had a job."

"You did?" Beth's eyes widened a little.

"Yup." I smiled. "I was a lifeguard."

"Yeah, right."

"I was!" I said with raised eyebrows. Now it was my turn to be annoyed. Does she really not believe me? I mean…she didn't know me before this.

"Don't you have to go to trainin' fer that?"

"I did. In school. I got my certification." I said matter of factly. I was still a little bit annoyed that she didn't believe me.

"So…you know like CPR and stuff?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. Then, I got my humor back and smiled. "If you were both drowning, I'd be able to save you." I took a sip of the moonshine. "At the same time." I laughed. Beth laughed too.

"Well, did you like it?"

I thought about her question while taking another sip of my moonshine. I don't know if I liked it. I didn't hate it but I didn't particularly like it. I had to do a lot of annoying shit while I worked there. I took a breath before answering. "No." I shook my head and smiled. "Not really but it was money."

Daryl snorted. I looked at him, I realized he was being very quiet.

"Really? You didn't like it?" Beth asked me. I turned to her. "How come?"

"Because…" I paused and gave her a look. "I had to fish poop out of that pool like everyday because parents don't keep their kids on leashes like they should, I had to pretty much be a janitor there too." I stopped to think some more. "Uh, let's see…oh yeah, the slushy machine broke one time and the slushy goo was everywhere! And people are just dumbasses. Like this one guy shoved a chicken nugget in his mouth and then jumped in the pool and started choking on it. So, I had to jump in and save him." I finished rolling my eyes. Beth was laughing the whole time, Daryl even smirked.

"Wait, wait." Beth finally stopped laughing. "I need to hear about some of this. You had to be a janitor, too?"

"Pretty much." I raised my eyebrows.

"Did you have to clean the locker rooms?" She asked me.

I sighed heavily. "Yes. It was disgusting." I took a sip of the moonshine then laughed because I remembered a specific memory. "One time, I was in the guy's locker room cleaning and this man stuck his head in and was like, 'is there someone in there?' And I said, 'Yeah, I'm cleaning the sink.' And he for real was like, 'well, hurry up. I need to get my shower.' And I was like, 'Go home!' Like what do you mean?" I laughed. Beth laughed too.

"Yeah, like why didn't he just go home and shower?"

"Right." I said. "And then another time, I was in there and this fat, hairy guy came in and I was like, 'um…you can't be in here when I'm in here', and he just completely ignored me and started taking his clothes off. And he was looking at me while he was taking his clothes off! Like he wanted me to look at him."

"Ew, what?" Beth said.

"Mm." Daryl started to say. "That shouldn't be allowed." I looked at him surprised that he finally said something. "He shouldn't 'a been able to be in 'nere when you was in 'nere."

"They're not." I said wide-eyed. "Well, I mean…they weren't. I had a sign that said there's a female custodian inside so no one is allowed to go in but they didn't care. They just went in anyway." I shook my head. "Then, I'd tell them to leave and they'd get mad."

"Well, tough." Daryl said roughly. "Perverts and pedophiles everywhere. That guy coulda done somethin' to you."

I just stared at him for a moment. It's almost like he cares. Then Beth said, "okay. I wanna hear about the slushy machine story."

I turned to her and shrugged. "There's not much to tell about that." I took a sip. "My friend that worked the snack shake started yelling for me to come help him because there was something wrong with the machine and he couldn't stop it. I don't know what he thought I was going to do?" I took a breath. "We finally got it to stop but we were both covered in slushy goo." I stopped. Beth laughed. "I was blue, he was red." I took a sip of my drink. "And then we made purple." I laughed. Beth looked at me, her jaw dropped. "Nah, just kidding. I didn't do that." I waved and laughed. Daryl narrowed his eyes at me. I continued to laugh.

I took a deep breath and stopped for a second. "Seriously, though," I started again but serious this time, "my first day on the job…this guy tried to do a back flip off the side of the pool and slipped and face planted on the concrete…" I trailed off and looked at Beth, her eyes were wide. Daryl actually looked interested too. "So, he was laying there in the pool and he didn't look like he was moving at all and I saw blood so I immediately jumped in but when I turned him over…" I trailed off remembering that gruesome sight. I swallowed hard then continued. "His face was like…completely split in half…Like I could see his whole teeth."

"Oh my God." Beth said lowly. She put a hand over her mouth and looked away. Daryl was just looking at me but his expression was softer. Maybe this wasn't the best story to tell right now. Things got awkward so I tried to end it quickly. I cleared my throat. "I heard he lived for three days after that then died in the hospital. There was nothing they could do for him." I said shaking my head. "I mean…yeah." Daryl nodded. "Still, I felt really bad for that guy. And that kind of bothered me for a while after that."

Beth gave me a sort of sad smile and Daryl was just looking at me. I couldn't read his expression. It made me feel awkward. "But on a lighter note," I started and smiled, "I actually had a job before I was a lifeguard. I got a job at a restaurant as a host but I for real quit on the first day."

"Oh my God." Beth said with a laugh. "Why?" I was relieved that we were back to laughter.

"I just didn't like it…and…the girl that was training me like didn't give a shit about anything so she wasn't training me properly and I felt like I didn't know what I was doing. And then to top it all off, the manager, Teddy," I laughed, "his name was Teddy, he told me that I wasn't being perky enough." I laughed.

"You?" Daryl raised his eyebrows and pointed at me.

"Are you serious?" Beth said.

"Yup." I looked up at the ceiling and scratched my neck. "So, I went home that day and told my parents I hated it and they told me 'then quit' so I called them up and I quit." I said nonchalantly and took a sip of my moonshine. "And I made fifty one dollars working there that day and never got it. And I never gave them their shirt back." I laughed.

There was a brief pause then Beth laughed. I saw Daryl shake his head but he had a smirk on his face.

I sighed. "Yup. So, there's that." I took my knife out and lightly stabbed the carpet with it.

"Yer knife is cool, Abby." Beth said. "I never realized the design on it."

"Oh yeah." I glanced at it quickly. "Thanks. I had it before this." I just remembered about how I got that knife and got a little excited so I thought I would tell them. "Actually," I smiled, "this has a little story to it."

"Yeah?" Beth smiled.

"Of course it does." Daryl said and raised his eyebrows.

I let out a small laugh. "So, anyway, when I was like maybe twelve or thirteen…I went to a flea market with my mom and when I was leaving, a five dollar bill blew off this guy's table while he was counting his money. So, I ran after it and grabbed it and gave it back to him and he was like, 'wow, I thought for sure you were gonna run away with that', and I was like, 'oh, no. It doesn't belong to me'. So, then, he was like all, 'because of that, you can pick anything you want off my table for free.' And I looked around and saw this knife, it reminded me of something off this game I used to play. So, that's what I picked." I smiled. "But…then I had to hide it from my mom because I knew she'd never let me have it." I said the last part quickly.

There was another brief pause. I looked up at Daryl and then at Beth. They were both looking at me. "Is that it?" She said. "No more stories?"

"I'm afraid that's all for now." I said. "But I mean…all ya gotta do is gimme one word and I can talk about it forever."

"Yeah, do ya ever shut up?" Daryl teased.

I sighed and then shrugged. "I guess, when I'm like sleeping."

Beth laughed that I answered his question seriously.

"Well, alright then," I started to say to Daryl and cleared my throat, "why don't you make conversation, Daryl? You're so good at it." I teased back. I sat there quietly waiting for Daryl or even Beth to say something but neither of them did. "Well, look what happens when I don't talk, nobody talks." I smiled. "Guess I'm the life of the party." I batted my eyes at them.

Beth giggled and Daryl snorted. Yeah, the life of the party. Just like old times.