I slept like a log that night. I'm sure that my body just gave in and died for a few hours, then resurrected the next morning. My dreams was riddled with Walkers and men holding guns. All the guns were always pointing at me, my heart racing at the fear of death. But a man holding a crossbow would forever save me, knocking all the bad men down and wiping them away from my mind. He was always pick me up and carry me away, hopefully to somewhere a lot safer than here.

The next morning i woke up to the sound of Daryl cussing over and over. Climbing out of bed, i looked out the window and to see him hoping around and shouting all bad words into the sky. I opened the window. "Shush! The Walkers will hear you."

"I don't give a fuckin' fuck!" He yelled at me. I new that was the last thing i would get out of him untill i saw him face to face.

I walked down stairs and into the back where he was still hoping. "What did you do?"

He looked at me. "Nothin'."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him lightly, "If you don't tell me what you did Daryl Dixon then how am i going to help you."

He was silent a few moment before mumbled something unrecognizable.

"What did you day, sorry i didn't hear you." I said softly, trying not to wind him up further than he already was.

"I stubbed my fuckin' toe alright. Now piss off." He tried to walk away but cussed again at the pain.

I couldn't help the smile that creeped up on my lips or the laugh that escaped my through. "All this noise because you stubbed your toe?"

He glared at me hard, probably trying to be threatening. But i knew by now that he was actually soft as buttons and would never hurt me. I laughed harder. "Don't take the piss girl. It hurt orite? Think i broke it."

After my laughter calmed down i helped him inside onto the sofa. He put the bad foot up and i helped him take of his shoe and sock. Underneath was a very swollen very blue big toe. Yep, defiantly broken. I told him that he'd need to keep off his feet for the next few days and the pain should go within a week. But the break could take about 4 weeks to heal properly. I went to the freezer, pulled out some ice cube trays i had found at the back. I filled them up with water and put them back in the freezer. To speed up the healing process, he would need to keep ice on it for the next few days.

After realising that he wouldn't be able to go hunting now, i set out to do his normal routine after finding him a stick to help him with walking if he needed to go to toilet. But i told him to keep his foot elevated as much as possible.

He protested at first, saying he could do it and that he would deal with the pain. But i quickly took away his crossbow and walked upstairs before he left without my knowing. He would only put himself in more danger. I quickly changed and left the house, setting out for his usually 4 hours of hunting.

I wasn't sure if i had the skills or stamina to last as long as he did, but i would give it my best shot. I was very grateful then for the hours he spent with me while we have been on hour own, teaching me new skills on how to shoot the crossbow and track animals. I managed to catch a rabbit and a wild turkey.

There was very few Walkers put today, about 4 loners and i didn't come across and packs or herds today, luckily.

I found my way back to the Meadow i escaped from the other day. At first i was nervous that they would actually be alive and waiting for my return. I mentally slapped myself at how stupid that idea actually was. Of cause they wasn't waiting. I killed that guy myself, his brain was dead with a knife wound in it. And that women, her skull was smashed in.

I looked around and wondered if Jimmy was still leaking, and what i would do if he was. Would i kill him, would he kill me? I'd like to think not. He could ave killed me that day, but no, he let me go.

I walked to the meadow. The deers rotting body was still there, as were the two human bodied. They was also rotting, the swarms of flies and maggots already taking home on their bodies. I held back a gag and turned around, walking back the way i came.

After about 2 and a half hours i went back to house. Exhausted. I must have walked about 3-4 miles and my legs aches, because i was near always crouching. Imagine walking in a squat for 3-4 miles, yes, the burn hurts. I came back and gladly found Daryl led on the sofa, his foot elevated and he was reading a book to my surprise.

"What did you catch." He asked and rested the book on his chest.

I sat on the edge of the sofa. "Not as good as you would do, but i caught a rabbit and wild turkey."

He smiled at me pleased. "Not bad for your first time huntin' on your own." He said and tapped my shoulder.

"Thanks." I said and blushed at the praise. It wasn't very often Daryl showed that he was proud of me. It wasn't very often that i have ever been praised. Thee exchange always made me feel embarrassed.

He noticed my blush and picked up his book, his body turning tense. "Now bugga off. This book is interesting."

I looked at the cover, "Of Mice and Men." I said and stared at him confused. It wasn't a book i was familiar with. To be honest, the title and the cover of the book didn't look that interesting and didn't really draw me in. But i guess you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

Daryl looked back at me, "If you like happy endings, this book ain't for you princess." He sniggered a little.

I was confused for a moment. "You mean you have read it before?" Daryl reading for pleasure seemed like an absurd idea.

He shrugged and open back to the page he was on before i disturbed him. "Sure, it was the only book i read as a kid. Only book i've ever really read if i'm being honest." He then started reading and got the expression that i new to well. The one that everyone made when they was completely lost inside another world, whether it be a book, tv or a film. It was all the same expression.

I walked away, to go and start preparing food. I swore then that i would read that book, to see what was special enough about that book that Daryl would read it over and over again. I couldn't wait to start it.

The next afternoon i was checking under the big bed and found an old record player. I pulled it out and brushed off the dust. I found some records the other day hiding under the TV stand. I was so excited at the thought of listening to some music that i almost fell over running down the stairs.

"Woh! Where are you going in a hurry?" Daryl said and pressed against the wall as i darted past him into the living room. His foot didn't hurt him as much today, but he still needed the stick to get around. He followed me in and stared at me as i put the record player down and started untangling the cables to get it working. "What you doin?"

I stared up at him. "It's a record player Daryl."

He rolled his eyes. "I know what it is girl, just why you so excited over it?"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. "I haven't listened to music in what feels like forever Daryl. Don't you know how important music is to me?"

He was still for a moment before nodding and sitting back on the sofa, then he reached down and helped me set it up. It took about 20 minutes to get the record player working and when it did i grabbed the records, excited at the thought of listening to some music. I shuffled through the pile, but it wasn't really anything i was familiar with. Daryl grabbed a recorder, took it from its sleeve and held it. "Put this on, its a good one." He said and handed it carefully to me. I didn't know what it was, but i did as he said, trusting his taste.

And i was so glad that i did, the music hit me so hard that i felt tears well up in my eyes. I have missed music so much it hurt. We had to keep the volume down cause of Walkers, but all i wanted to do was blast it so loud that it drowned out everything, the suffering, the situation and the even gobble up the world so that i could just fall into the music. I looked down at the sleeve.

"Somewhere in time, composed by John Barry."

I new there composer, but i wasn't familiar with this song. "Hmm." Daryl said and closed his eyes as he listened.

"How do you know this?" I asked curious.

"The film was my ma's favorite. She loved this song and would play it and play it all the time. Father got annoyed at her constantly playing it and broke her record of it a while before she died."

I smiled at him, i guess this beautiful melody had a memory for him to visit when he listened to it. "It's breathtaking."

"I know." He said and glanced down at me his eyes lighting up when they caught mine. He stared at me for a while as the music played around us. "There are still a lot of things that are beautiful left in this world." He said.

I didn't fully understand what he meant, but i new i couldn't ask when his eyes closed again and he got lost into the melody. Music was such an and easy thing to get lost in.

And before we new it, we had lost 2 hours of our day just by listening to this song over and over again. Neither of us wanted to move, neither of us wanted it to end, the tune and piano could play and replay forever and i wouldn't want anything different.

Life kicked back in when a bang came from the right, we both looked and found a walker staring at us from the other side of the glass. Its face rubbing up and down the pane, some of its skin coming of and sticking to the glass.

I turned off the music and dimmed the lights before heading out to kill the Walker.

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