It's been a few days since we have joined Joe's group. Everything had been all right. We got along okay. The only person I was still wary of was Dan. He seemed to give me glances, looking me up and down and that. It creeps me out sometimes. But I just stay close to Daryl. I know he would never let anything happen to me.

So, anyway, we stopped in a house that we could maybe stay for a few nights. Maybe even just one night. That's good enough for me. Joe is still looking for the guy that killed one of his friends. Daryl says that once he finds him, we will leave their group. I feel bad for whoever that guy is. After seeing what they did to Len…man, I'd hate to be him.

We checked out the house. Daryl and I went upstairs. There were four bedrooms and they were all clear.

"I'm claiming one of these beds." I said.

"Me too." Daryl said. I laughed.

We went back downstairs to join the others. "It's all clear." I informed them.

"Down here too." Said Joe.

Daryl nodded. "There's four bedrooms. Me and Abby already claimed the back two."

"That ain't fair." Tony said. "We didn't hear it."

"Well, we said it now." I said.

"And we didn't get a chance to see 'em." Harley said.

"Come on, guys." Joe said. "You really wanna take a bed from a lady? Leave 'er alone."

The guys were mad but finally let it go.

"Hell, she can sleep with me." Dan said. I gave him a disgusted look then he laughed.

"Hey." Daryl glared at him.

Dan laughed again then went about his business like the others.

"We might be stayin' in the same room tonight." Daryl whispered to me. "Need to keep an eye on 'em."

I let out a small laugh. That would be awesome.

"Well, look what I found in the basement!" Billy yelled holding various bottles of alcohol.

"Woohoo!" The other cheered and laughed. "It's a party."

Daryl and I shared a look. This can't be good.

It was getting later and later as we all sat around and drank. Dan and Tony went outside a while ago and haven't come back in so they probably passed out on the back porch. Daryl and Joe were in the living room having some conversation that I couldn't hear, and I was sitting at the dining room table with Billy and Harley. I was sitting in between them and they kept trying to get me to drink more.

"You ever try this?" Billy held up a bottle of liquor.

"Um…no, I don't think."

"Ya gotta have some then." He poured me a shot.

I was already pretty tipsy, and I didn't want to get shitfaced. "Oh no. I-I don't—

"Come on, have some fun, little girl." He gave Harley a shot and they both held them up. I stared at mine.

"Come on. What could it hurt?" Harley said.

I sighed. "Okay."

They cheered and the three of us "clinked" then we drank our shots. I grimaced and looked away. It burned my throat. They laughed at me.

"Ready for another?"

"No." I said immediately and shook my head.

"Aw, come on. Don't be a pussy."

I knew they wouldn't leave me alone. "Fine but this is the last one." I took it.

"Why? You gotta be at school in the morning?" Harley said then they both laughed.

"Maybe it's passed her bedtime." Billy said. They both laughed hard at me. I was getting mad.

"Shut up, assholes." I snapped. "I'm not even drunk right now. I could drink all night."

"Well why don't ya then?" Harley teased.

I hesitated. "…gimme the bottle."

"Ha-hoo." Billy said handing me the bottle of whiskey. "Pour a shot."

"Don't need to." I said. "Who needs a glass?" I tipped the bottle and took a big slug.

"Hell yeah!" Harley said. "Now it's a party."

I laughed and took another gulp.

"Aw, yeah, I used to do that shit all the time back in the day." Billy said.

"Same. Those were the good times."

I had my head down on the table and I was listening to Billy and Harley's conversation. "I-I can't lift my head up." I slurred. They didn't seem to pay attention to me.

"Oh no. What did you guys do?" I heard Joe say.

"Just havin' some fun." Billy said.

"I…" I slowly lifted my head. "I-I drank this whole bottle." I kind of laughed.

"Abby, what are you doin'?" Daryl said.

"Uh…" Was all I said.

"Come on, you had enough." Daryl said taking ahold of my arm.

"I can't get up."

"Yeah, ya can." He pulled me up and helped me walk. We went over to the stairs then he stopped. "What the hell were you thinkin' gettin' like that with them guys?"

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Daryl sighed. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."

"Oh. I can't walk up there." I whined.

Daryl made a sound of clear annoyance and lifted me. He carried me up the stairs. I giggled.

"Here." He put me on the bed.

"Thank you, Daryl."

"Yeah, I gotta take a piss." He informed me. "Will you be all right for a minute?"

"Uh huh." I nodded.

Once Daryl left the room, I looked around. I bet I could sit on the roof if I went out the window. I opened it and climbed out. The night air felt so nice. "Ah." I said then sat down. I looked up at the night sky, there were a lot of stars out that night. So, peaceful. I leaned back.

"Abigail, what the hell…" I heard Daryl say.

"Come out here with me." I said.

"What?"

"Come on. Sit with me." I smiled.

He gave me a look then slowly climbed out the window and sat down next to me. Things were quiet for a minute. "You can see the stars real good tonight."

"Yeah." Daryl said. "How'd you get out here? You were so drunk ya couldn't walk up the stairs."

"Guess I wasn't as drunk as I thought. I didn't really drink that whole bottle myself." I looked at him. "I just wanted you to carry me." I joked.

He smirked. "I knew it."

I laughed.

We were quiet again.

"Thanks for…getting me out of there." I broke the silence. "They were trying to get me stupid drunk."

"Yeah, why would you do that?" Daryl glared at me. "One 'a them coulda tried somethin' with ya."

"Well, what was I supposed to do?"

"How about say no?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, cuz that always works."

"Hey," Daryl said making me look at him, "don't do it again." He pointed his finger at me.

"Okay." I put my hands up then laughed.

Daryl laid back and put his hands behind his head. I copied his movements.

"This is nice." He said. "I should sleep out here tonight."

"What if you roll off in your sleep?"

"I ain't gonna roll sideways."

I laughed. "You can just spread those wings on your back and fly away."

"Yer lame." He elbowed me making me giggle.

"Oh! That just reminded me." I sat up and reached into my pocket pulling out a keychain. "Here." I handed it to him.

He sat up. "What's this?" He said examining it.

"It's a keychain that got angel wings on it. It matches the ones on your vest. I found it in a house and it reminded me of you."

"Yer givin' this to me?" Daryl sounded surprised.

"Yeah. Merry Christmas." I smiled.

He gave me a look then he looked away quickly. I think he was getting emotional. I had to think of something to say to make this not awkward.

"It's nothing great, I just…

"Thank you." He nodded. "Yer a sweetheart."

"Well, I wanted you to know that…you're appreciated." I smiled.

"Yeah?" He put his hand on the back of my neck.

"Yeah." I smiled. Daryl kept his hand there and occasionally would rub my neck with his thumb. It felt good and it was making me a little excited, I'm not going to lie.

Just then, I looked up and saw a shooting star. "Did you see that?" I asked excitedly. "There was a shooting star!"

"No, I missed it." Daryl said. "Oh, look another one. Wow, look at that."

I suddenly felt very sick to my stomach and while Daryl was distracted looking at the sky, I got up and went to the side of the roof. I bent over and soon after, I puked. Daryl was there in a second, he wrapped his arm around my waist, I guess so I wouldn't fall, then he rubbed my back.

"Come on. Let it out." He said. "That's it."

I finally finished throwing up and straightened up. "Sorry."

"It's okay. It happens." Daryl reassured me.

I kept my head down. "Please don't look at me. I'm embarrassed."

"Abby, it's not a big deal."

"I need a tissue."

"Here." Daryl pulled out his bandana and handed it to me.

"Thanks." I said weakly. I wiped my mouth with it.

"Come on. I think it's time to go in." Daryl helped me inside.

Damnit! Why'd I have to get sick and ruin our time together? That was getting good. I sighed.

We set out the next day. Surprisingly, I wasn't sick. I actually was feeling really good with our talk last night. Daryl and I were closer than ever! And to think just a few days ago we argued and resented each other and I was going to leave on my own. Good thing I didn't. I love the friendship we have and I wouldn't have it any other way.

We walked around with Joe's group for the whole day. He said we were catching up to the guy he was looking for. I'm not looking forward to that.

"We've got 'im." Joe said. It was dark by now.

"Alright." Daryl said. "We're gonna hang back." He grabbed my arm. "Come on."

Joe and the others walked on. I could hear him talking to the people he found. Something made me look back.

"Daryl, wait." I stopped him. "I got a weird feeling. I-I think we should…see who they are."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

We made our way back over to where Joe was holding up the people. From what I could see there were two of them and one in the car, I think. Wait a minute…is that…?

"Daryl?" I said alarmed.

"Yeah, I see."

We quickly walked out there.

"Joe." Daryl stopped him.

Joe had his gun to the man's head. The man looked up at us when Daryl spoke.

My eyes widened. "Dad?"

The End

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