The next morning, I was awoken rather rude if I might say. I was having a really nice colorful dream full of lots of sweets, when someone began shaking me.

"Wake up. It's time to hit the road."

I could make out Daryl's redneck accent.

"No." I buried deeper into the sleeping bag that had a really comforting smell. It smelt like the outside mixed with oranges. I loved oranges. I think I was drifting back to sleep because I saw myself eating a nice sweet orange but then someone, who I assumed to be Daryl, dragged me out of the sleeping bag and left me sitting up right in the middle of the small tent.

"Get yer pretty butt outta my sleeping bag and get yer shit ready because if not you will get left behind and eaten by walkers. Got that girl?"

With that said I looked up at him rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I locked eyes with him and for the first time noticed their blue color. After running my sleepy eyes up and down all over him, he became aware of all my starring.

"Don't test my patience girl." He said walking out of the tent.

I took a long breath and stretched my arms. Taking advantage of Daryl's absence, I began to change my clothes. I put on a pair of red cargo pants that were a couple of sizes big on me on the waist but nothing a belt couldn't fix. I changed my shirt into a white long sleeved shirt and looked inside my backpack.

In the backpack were the dirty jeans and black long sleeve I had just taken off along with some underwear and a yellow long sleeve shirt. I frowned knowing this is all I had and it wasn't going to be enough once it started getting cold. I put on my shoes and tied the shoelaces good. Making sure everything was inside my backpack and tote bag, I was ready to head out. Before I went out, I tied the small pouch of marbles to my belt and put my slingshot in my back pocket.

Outside everyone was busy packing and loading stuff into cars. That's when I realized I didn't know who I was supposed to go with. When Daryl saw me come out, he made his way over to dissemble the tent without even acknowledging me.

"Sweetie are you hungry? Come sit over here and I'll bring you something to eat." A nice lady with short greyish hair motioned me to take a seat where Carl and Sophia were sitting eating some breakfast.

"Hello fellow club members what are you two up to?" I smiled as I walked up to them.

"Hey Noah you should ride with us!" Carl said. Not a bad idea.

"If it's okay with your parents and I fit, I will." I smiled and ruffled his hair and he laughed.

"Why do you always do that to my hair?" He kept laughing.

"I like it, it's so straight and untangled unlike mine." I showed him the fall of knots my curly hair had become. He tried to pass his fingers through it but they wouldn't budge and that made him laugh.

"I have a brush you can use later." Sophia said shyly.

"Thankyou." I told her. These kids were nice they didn't deserve to have to grow up in a world like this. They should be in school playing with their friends without a care in the world.

The lady with the short hair came over and sat a plate with food in my lap. There were some potatoes and some slices of green apple. I hated green apples, they were sour but it wasn't the time to be picky. I tried not to make faces as I slowly ate them and thanked her.

I later found out her name was Carol and she was Sophia's mom. She had that nice mom vibe going on and it made me feel good. My own mom became withdrawn from me ever since a certain incident in our lives. I shook my head to break free of my thoughts. There was no point on thinking about that now. Instead, I paid attention to Carl and Sophia who were busy playing Rock Paper Scissors.

As it turned out I couldn't ride with Carl and Sophia because it was really packed in their small car with all their belongings. The two kids were disappointed but I told them I would still be there once we got there.

That left me with riding with Shane or Daryl. I figured Shane would probably throw me out the vehicle when I least expected it so that left me with Daryl. I saw him loading everything to the back of his truck. He had a really nice bike there too.

I walked up to him as I tried to come up with the right words to ask him.

"Hey Dar-." As I approached him, I saw his back tense and I couldn't see his face but I bet he was annoyed at the sound of my voice approaching.

"What'da ya what?" He turned to face me.

"I was wondering if I could ride with you since I don't fit anywhere else." I think my words were hardly audible because he had to step closer to hear what I was saying.

He thought about it for a minute then started to walk away towards the driver side. "Do what ya want but try to keep yer peeping to a minimum."

I smiled triumphantly and threw my backpack on the back of his truck and made my way to the passenger side. I hope I could keep quiet the whole way.

Hey guys sorry for the long wait. I am in the process of moving and when I had written this down it didn't save and I was so mad to have to write it again that I kept putting it aside. As a reward, I will write another chapter RIGHT NOW and it will be DARYL'S POV!

Let me know in the reviews of other ways Noah can keep driving Daryl crazy and messing with his patience!

I did not revise this so sorry for any grammar issues.