"Come on, baby. It's been three days." My dad said holding a bowl of spaghetti O's. "You need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"You gotta be." He raised his eyebrows at me. "Do you want something else?" He sat the bowl down. "Just tell me and I'll make it for you." I looked at him sideways. "Come on. Anything you want."

"…steak and lobster?" I smirked.

He let out a small laugh. "Okay, maybe not anything." He put his hands up. "Maybe some soup?"

"Daddy, I'm really not hungry." I looked up at him sadly.

He sighed. "I wish you would eat something." He stared at me. "But okay. I'll leave ya be…fer now." He smirked at me. I just smiled back. He kissed my head, then left the room.

Narrator's POV

Rick Grimes walked into the dining room where everyone else was. Everyone seemed to look up as he walked in.

"Hey." Daryl said. "How's the kid?"

"She seems to be in better spirits today." The father answered. He looked down at the bowl of spaghetti O's. "I still can't get 'er to eat though."

"Still?" Glenn asked.

"She must been a picky eater." Said Carol.

Rick sighed. "I wouldn't say she's picky really. She's never been a big eater, but now…it's like she doesn't eat at all."

Daryl Dixon tapped his spoon on his bowl while he thought. Maybe if he got the girl something she likes, she would eat. "What kinds of thangs does she like?" He asked.

Rick gave the man a questioningly look. His question caught him a little off guard. "Well, she likes things with noodles. Soup, pasta, things like that, but…we got that and she ain't eatin' it."

"Well, what's somethin' else she likes?" The hunter asked again.

Rick thought for a moment. "She loves pickles." He let out a laugh.

"Pickles?" Daryl smirked. "Alright, I can do that."

"I have an idea." Maggie chimed in now. "We should put together a whole meal of Abby's favorite foods." The young woman suggested. "Like her favorite meal, favorite side, favorite fruit and vegetable."

"Good idea, Maggie." Glenn said with a smile.

"Oh, you guys don't have to do that." Rick waved them off. "I don't want you to go through the trouble and her not eat it."

"Oh, she's gonna eat it." Maggie raised her eyebrows and smirked.

"We'll shove that shit down 'er throat if we gotta." Daryl said with a small laugh.

"Well, I think that's a great idea." Said Carol.

Rick stared at all of them, then thought. It just might work. "Well…okay." The man gave in. "She loves asparagus too."

"What about fruit?" Asked Maggie.

"Oranges…but those are out of season." Rick said. "So…maybe pineapple."

"Alright, so we got pickles, asparagus and pineapple." Daryl said. "What else?"

"Well, I said she likes things with noodles too." The father said. "And she's real into garlic."

Carol thought for a moment. "I have the perfect thing." She smiled. "Now what about a side?"

Rick tried to think of his daughter saying things that she liked. "She likes black eyed peas." He suggested. "She used to eat them in chicken broth."

"Perfect." Maggie said.

"Yeah, all that is very obtainable." Said Glenn.

"Alright," Daryl jumped up, "who else is comin'?"

"I'll go." Said Maggie.

"Me too." Glenn said.

"Alright, cool." Daryl said grabbing his crossbow.

"I would like to come too." Said Michonne. "I have some things I need anyway."

Daryl gave the woman a nod, then the four of them set out. Rick stared after them. He thought what they were doing was very nice, he just hoped that his daughter wouldn't be complicated and eat the stuff that they went through the trouble to find just for her. It was honestly be embarrassing to him.

"Dad?" Carl's voice brought the man out of his thoughts.

"Yes, son?"

"Can I have Abby's spaghetti O's?" He smiled.

Rick looked at his young son, then let out a laugh. "Yeah, you can have them." He sat the bowl in front of the boy and watched him dig in. At least he didn't have that problem with his son.

Abby's POV

Later that day, I was doodling in a notebook. My dad was in the room with me. Just then, the tip of my pencil broke. I looked at it and sighed. This is why I always use pens over pencils. "Mm." I complained.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" My dad asked me.

"My pencil broke." I stated, then threw the notebook aside. "I wish I still had my paint and stuff."

He gave me a sympathetic look. "I'll see if I can get you some more the next time I'm out, okay?"

"Okay." I said. "I'm bored." I complained some more. "Daddy, when can I come downstairs?"

He smiled at me again. "Maybe in a few more days. Just to make sure you've rested enough, okay baby?"

I sighed. "I hate staying in bed all day."

"I know you do." My dad rubbed my arm. It looked like he had a thought all of a sudden. "Wanna make a deal?"

I stared at him curiously. "What is it?"

"I'll let you come downstairs for a little bit tomorrow." He said. My eyes widened. "On one condition." He smirked. I just stared at him waiting to hear what it was. "You have to eat something."

My expression turned to an annoyed one. "Why are you always making me eat?"

"Because ya need it to survive." He gave me a stupid look.

"Not me. I don't need food." I crossed my arms.

My dad gave me a disapproving look. "You scare me when you say things like that." He raised his eyebrows. "Everybody needs food." There was a slight pause. "Come on, baby. I know you gotta be hungry. Name something you'd want."

"Nothing." I said being difficult.

He let out a laugh. "Well, you know what I'd like to have?" He looked at me wide-eyed. I just looked at him. "Steak and lobster." He smirked. I had to laugh at that, then I rolled my eyes. "No, for real. I'd like some lasagna." He nodded. "What about you? Come on."

I thought for a minute. "Maybe…a nice juicy burger." I smiled.

My dad half smiled at me. "Now we're talkin'."

"With lettuce, tomato and pickles." I said.

He laughed. "You and pickles." He shook his head.

"Oh and bacon." I smiled and thought. "Maybe even a side of fries…with cheese." I grinned.

"Cheese fries too?" He raised his eyebrows. "Now that sounds like a meal." He kissed my cheek a bunch of times. I had to giggle.

Just then, I heard a bunch of footsteps and looked towards the door. Carol was there holding a tray of food, I guessed. "Hi, honey." She said with a smile. "We got something for you." She walked into the room. Glenn and Maggie followed behind her. Daryl was there too but he stayed by the door.

I was confused and looked at my dad, he smiled at me. I looked back at them with a questioningly look but smiled a little. "What is this?" I asked.

"You need to eat." Said Maggie wide-eyed. "So we got you some of yer favorite foods."

"That's right." Carol said and brought me the tray. "There's noodles in a garlic sauce, blacked eyed peas in broth, pickles, some asparagus and pineapple." She smiled.

I stared at it all. It really was a lot of my favorite things. I looked up at them. "How did you…"

"Yer dad." Glenn said.

I looked over at him. He smirked. "Guilty." He put a hand up.

I had to smile. It was a little awkward and embarrassing but…I was touched. "You guys really got me all this stuff?"

"Hell yeah." Daryl finally spoke. "So yer little ass better eat it."

"Yeah." Maggie said. They all laughed. I did too, a little.

"Wow." I said. "Thanks, you guys." I looked down at the food and slowly started eating it. I don't think I'll be able to eat it all. I ate the pickle first. "I love pickles." I said to try and be funny. I felt awkward having them watch me eat. They all laughed.

"Alright, let's let the girl eat." Daryl said. Thank you.

They all left the room after that, everyone except my dad. He pushed my hair back. "That was…really nice of them to do this." I said.

"Yeah." He said. "So make sure you eat it."

I thought for a minute. "We all are a family." I looked at him and smiled.

My dad took in what I said and smiled back. "We are." He nodded.

It was now the next day and I was ready to get out of my room. My dad said that if I ate something, then I could come downstairs today. A deal is deal.

I slowly made my way down each step, then paused on the landing. I could hear the others talking in the living room. I walked down the last four steps, then hesitated again. Taking a peek around the wall, I saw Maggie and Glenn on the couch. I couldn't see Daryl but I heard his voice so I knew he was in there too.

I took a deep breath, then stepped out into view. Michonne was also in the room, she was in the other chair. They looked at me. "Well, look who decided to show." Glenn teased me. I just smiled. "Glad to have ya back." He said again. "It was too…quiet."

"I was enjoyin' it." Daryl joked. They all laughed, I just grinned awkwardly.

I didn't really have anywhere to sit, so I just sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. It was freezing anyway. I put my hands closer to the flames to try and warm them. I wonder what time of year it is anyway? It has to be Winter or at least close to Winter.

The others started talking again, but I wasn't listening. I wanted to come downstairs so badly but now I kind of want to go back up in my bed and snuggle under my blankets. I pulled my jacket tighter around me. "Burrr." I said out loud and shivered.

"Are you cold, Abby?" Maggie asked me. I turned to look at her, she was smiling at me. I just nodded. "I know. It is cold, isn't it?" She snuggled closer to Glenn. I wish I had someone to snuggle with.

"The floor is making it worse." I said.

"Why don't ya come up here with me?" Daryl, to my surprise, said. "I'll keep ya warm."

"Really?" I perked up a little. He nodded and patted the seat. I got up and went over to him and sat with him in the chair, it was just big enough for both of us to fit. Daryl put his arm around me, and I snuggled closer to him.

"Aw." Maggie said. "That's so cute."

I just smiled. Daryl was super warm, it was like heat just radiated off him. And that was nice of him to offer. I was instantly Team Daryl after that.

A little while later, we were all sitting at the dining room table eating. It was just a bunch of random food items that I guessed we had laying around.

"Ooh, it's cold." Carol said shivering.

"Yeah, wish we had some whiskey." Daryl said. "That would warm us up."

That gave me a thought right then. "Heyyy." I said. "What happened to that bottle of wine that I brought?"

"We drank it." Daryl said again.

I laughed. "Nah uh."

My dad let out a laugh. "I put it in here." He took it out of the cabinet in there. "You guys want any?"

"I do." Said Maggie.

"Might as well." Glenn said.

"I'll get some glasses." Carol said and left the room. She sat a glass in front of everyone but me and my brother. They each poured themselves some and drank it. I was a little annoyed because I was the one who found it, but didn't get to have any because I wasn't old enough. Who cares about that now though?

"That's pretty good." Said Michonne.

"Yeah." My dad nodded.

"Could I have some wine?" I asked my dad.

"No." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Why not?" I pouted.

"Uh…maybe because you're thirteen." He said like I was stupid.

I smirked. "Fourteen." It was true. My iPod came on for a second earlier that day and I was able to see the date. It was late November, which means my birthday passed already.

"How do you know that?" He asked again.

"I saw the date on my iPod." I stated. "It's November 26th. My birthday was the first." I crossed my arms.

"Well, Happy Birthday." He grinned.

I just smiled back. "My birthday present is wine." I said grabbing the bottle.

"Abby." My dad quickly grabbed it. "No."

I gave him an insulted look and was about to protest but Daryl spoke first. "Come on, Rick." He said. "Let the girl have a little. What could it hurt?" He shrugged. I perked up that someone stuck up for me. Once again, I was Team Daryl. "Hell, let Carl have some too."

"Yeah." My brother said excitedly.

My dad thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Alright." He poured a tiny bit into Carl's cup, then handed me his glass. I was about to drink it, but he put his hand over it. "Let your brother go first." He smiled and winked at me. I realized what he was doing and smirked.

We all watched Carl take a sip. "Ewww!" He said dramatically and put the cup down. Everyone laughed. "Tastes nasty." He stuck his tongue out.

"Maybe stick to soda for now." Michonne smiled at him. "Maybe your sister will like it a little more."

Everyone turned to me now. It made me feel awkward, like I was obligated to be funny about it or something. I smiled and picked up the glass and looked at it, then swirled it around a little. I took a good sip then smacked my lips a few times. Maggie laughed. "Hmm…?" I said like I was wine tasting. The truth was…I've had wine multiple times before. I took another sip. "I like it." I grinned. They all laughed at me now. I don't know if they thought I was joking, but I wasn't. I was being serious.

"That's why I didn't want you to have any." My dad said with raised eyebrows. He tried to take his glass back, but I pulled it away and gave him a look. "Abby." He warned me.

I sighed with a smile. "Fine." I was about to sit down in front of him, but then I thought of a funny idea and quickly took another sip before giving it to him. He gave me a look so I smiled innocently at him. The others laughed again.

"So, uh…you looked like you knew what you were doin' there?" Glenn smirked at me. He was trying to get me in trouble. I smiled and looked down giggling a little. "Abby?" He said it like he was waiting for me to admit something.

My dad was looking at me, he raised his eyebrows but still smiled at little. My face was probably red. "…I had some at my friends house once." I finally admitted with a smile.

"Ooh!" Glenn, Maggie and Daryl all said teasing me. Carol and Michonne just laughed, I did too.

"What?" My dad gave me a look, he was just smiling though.

"Actually, maybe twice." I admitted.

"Twice?" Glenn said.

I laughed a little more at his reaction. "I was over my friend's house one day and her grandma came over with wine. So we stole some out of the kitchen." I told them. They continued laughing. My dad was squinting his eyes at me pretending to be angry. I giggled, which made him laugh too.

"I can't believe you did that." He smiled and shook his head taking a sip of wine.

I thought about something else and decided to tell him. "Well, we took some of her cigarettes too."

"What?" He turned his head quickly. "You smoked?"

"No." I said quickly and looked away. I looked back at him, he was staring at me. "Yeah." I smiled. Everyone laughed.

"Hey, the wine's making her open up." Said Glenn.

"Yeah, what else ya got to tell us?" Daryl smirked.

"Probably a lot." I smiled.

"Oh yeah?" My dad raised his eyebrows at me. "Like what?"

"Uh…" I trailed off and thought. "Well…" I was trying to think of something. I glanced at my dad, the look he was giving me made me laugh. Everyone else did, too.

"Maybe you should stop." Glenn joked. We all laughed again. It was a good time.