When you think about life as whole you realise how utterly pointless it is. You are born, which is slow and sometimes even fatal. You live, which before would mean something. You'd go out, you'd start a carer, start a family. Take pleasure in things and enjoy what life had to offer. But now, you fight to survive, to live to live. And then you die. Either way you always die. No matter what your death story is, whether it be peacefully in your bed our by a Walker, we all reach the end off the road at some point. Poof, gone forever. Like you didn't even exist. Oblivion is inevitable, and that what makes life so pointless.

But we fight for it either way. It's the simple things that make life worth living. Even in a world like ours, simple things make it worth fighting for. Like how beautiful that sun looks as it rises in the distances, or how the sound of a bird chirping makes you shiver. And smiles. Those rare rare smiles that i receive, the ones that make all the arguing and the pain worth it. The ones that make me miss home, and also feel like i am home at the same time.

He smiled at me now, his eyes light up while his mouth spreads into a glorious grin. It makes my heart feel warm, and also pained at the same time. It was a confusing feeling.

"Of course the Egg came first." Daryl said, laughing off my question. He looked warn today, his clothes were looking ragged and his hair, face and whole body looked thick with dirt. I wonder when was the last time either of us had a wash. I probably looked filthy.

I leaned over the table, ready to state my case. "But how did the egg come to be about? What laid the egg?"

"Well, a prehistoric chicken of course." He started, staring deeply at his chicken wing. "It laid an egg which had evolved into the chicken we know and love to eat today." He said and raised a wing into the air as a toast before taking a bite. We found a chicken wondering around today. Probably got loose from a near by pen in a farm house.

I took a bite too, satisfied with his answer. "You never fail to amaze me Daryl Dixon." I stated and continued to eat.

We decided to feast tonight. Eating whatever we wanted until our stomached exploded. Most of the meat we had caught would go off soon anyway, so no point keeping gone off meat, may aswell enjoy it now right? And even though the chicken would keep for a while, we still ate it. It has been so long since we have both ate chicken that we just couldn't wait. I almost screamed with excitement when he brought it in. I began cooking it not long after, making a small fire outside and watching it as it turned from pink too white. And it tastes like heaven in my mouth, well i assume if heaven had a taste this would be it. I found some salt and pepper in the back of the cupboard and so the seasoning make it even better to eat. I savored it in my my mouth before swallowing.

"This food is..." Daryl said and bit into a piece of squirrel.

"Wonderful?" I finished.

"No, that doesn't even come close to describing how this is... incredible, unbelievable, marvelous." He said and swallowed the rest of his squirrel without chewing it.

"Good choice in words." I said and smiled at him. It was nice to see him happy, like 100% happy. It was nice to feel happy myself. He smiled back, and my heart warmed. I started to feel like i was living for the rare moments that he did smile. The way he would look up at me and give me a ghost of smile before looking down or carrying on with what ever he was doing. "I love it when you smile." I said.

He looked at me confused. "Oh?"

I shrugged. "It makes me happy to see you happy." I took a little bite of chicken. I was already starting to feel full. I can't eat like i used too, small portions fill me to the brim now a days.

He looks at me with his unreadable eyes for a long while before speaking. "Dito." He said.

"Oh really, then why do you try your best every day to make me argue with you?" I did hate how we argued a lot, how he would always shut me out.

"I don't want to bore you so much with my life that it'll force you to run away." He said jokingly.

I nudged him. "Nothing you could do would me leave you."

He leaned back and looking up thoughtfully. "Not even if i farted in your face while you slept." He could barely hold back the laughter as he spoke.

I shook my head in disgust. "If you actually did that, i would kill you by the way. But no, not even then." I leaned into him and rest my head on his shoulder. "Sorry, you've got me for good." I ate the last bit of meat before nibbling the little bits left on the bone.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't need to. His action spoke louder than any words that he would have said could. I felt him rest his head on mine and couldn't help the smile that crept up on my face. I loved these moments, the moments of closeness and familiarity.

After we had cleaned up, we began to secure the house so we could both get a good night rest. We blocked the front room and the door in the kitchen and closed all the curtains in the rooms so no lights would escape and draw attention.

We both then went up stairs and he said that i could have the main room with the double bed. "Well, see you in the morning." He said and walked down the hallway to the other room.

"Daryl?" I said before he went into his room.

He stopped and looked back at me before continuing. "Yeah?"

I leaned against the door away. "Would you mind staying in this room with me. Just in case anything does happen i'd rather us be together. Plus i feel safer when your with me."

He didn't speak for a while, but then nodded and grabbed some quilts and pillows from the spare room before coming back to the main room. The room was beautiful. Large bed with white sheet that looked brand new. Long dark curtains and walls painted a deep purple. Their walls were covered in family photos. I felt like i was invaded this families personal life, which i probably was. But privacy went out the window a long time ago.

I climbed into the bed while Daryl made his bed on the floor next to me.

Once we was all settled, i found it hard to keep my eyes closed. They kept opening on their own without my will. I sighed in defeat.

"Can't sleep either?" He asked.

"Nope."

"It feels weird, not having someone watch guard." He said. I nodded in agreement, remembered he couldn't see me then said yes.

He started to fidget a lot. "I swear this floor is harder than the ground outside."

I leaned over to look at him, "You can always jump in this bed Daryl, it's big enough for the both of us."

"No, no 'm fine." He said and moved to lie on his side.

I led back down. "Okay, well I'll just sleep here on this large bed, all to myself, loads of space and lovely mattress under me..."

"A'right, move over." He said.

I laughed and shuffled over so he could climb in. I rolled into him as his weight moved the mattress down. I placed my hand on his arm, for comfort. I reminded myself to search for some new clothes and a source to wash tomorrow. We both defiantly needed a scrub down.

"Sleep well Greene." He whispered in a sleep haze. It's mad how he can go from wide awake to asleep in the matter of seconds.

"Goodnight Dixon." I said back and waited as i heard his breaths become shallower and deeper with sleep. And then i said something out loud I've been thinking in my head for a long time. "I'm glad that i got lost with you."

Then i closed my eyes for sleep.