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Survive.

Daryl felt better after he was able to tell Skyler what had happened but it still didn't take away the pain of losing Elena. Overall, he was just glad he was finally able to make himself tell her. She deserved to know and it went a whole lot better than what Daryl had expected. When she had originally got up off the bed, he was waiting for her to hit him—to lash out, punch, scream—something. But she had done right the opposite. She hugged him, and that was the most confusing part.

Skyler now stood in front of him as she wiped the tears off her face. She had held onto him for quite a while, keeping the tight hug and crying into his chest. He wasn't even sure what to do or say at that point. He felt a little relieved that she was beginning to calm down though.

"I'm okay," Skyler forced a half choked laugh. She must have noticed Daryl was staring at her. He was communicating with her nonverbally without even realizing it. "It's just… kind of a lot to take in. And after Rick's little speech downstairs… We're all screwed, aren't we?" She looked up at him now.

"…I think we'll be okay," Daryl spoke quieter than he had planned to, the words not quite wanting to come out. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned his gaze back towards the window. It was difficult for him to admit anything and he certainly didn't know how to handle emotional situations. He had avoided the inevitable for as long as he could, feeling like a fuse burning from both ends. It was either he stuck it out with the emotional roller coaster or he kept it bottled up and allowed the guilt and pain to keep eating away at him. But of course he wasn't done yet.

"Have you talked to Leah?" Skyler questioned. Her voice had resumed back to being steady now and her face dry of tears.

Daryl shook his head, "Not about this."

Skyler ran her fingers through her light auburn hair, pushing it back out of her face. She nodded, "A part of me wants to tell you to keep it that way, but I know that isn't right—to keep this from her."

"I know," Daryl replied, nodding himself.

He let the silence fill the room after that, leaving it hanging in the air. He didn't want to come right out and ask Skyler if she was okay. That was a stupid question to even think about asking. But he also didn't want to just leave her. So whether it was the next best thing or not, he stayed with her for at least a few minutes in complete silence before he left her to be alone and headed back downstairs.

Daryl remembered that he was aiming to talk to Leah after paying Skyler a visit and glanced around the main level. He spotted her sitting in the living room with Hershel and Beth but was stopped before he could make it over to her.

"Hey, Daryl?" It was Rick again.

Daryl turned back around to face him, glancing him over. He was still holding himself together pretty well after being shot and on the run from bat-shit crazy Shane and walkers. "Yeah?"

"I just talked to Glenn, was thinking it wouldn't hurt to try another run. See if there's anything close by or if we're stuck in the middle of nowhere."

"You talkin' a new place to hole up or finding supplies?" Daryl crossed his arms, biting at the corner of his mouth.

"Well… mostly supplies. But if you wouldn't mind going with Glenn and you find something better, we'll take it," Rick explained. He shifted his weight as he placed his hands on his hips, resting on his belt.

"I can just go by myself. Take the motorcycle, be a lot more efficient on gas," Daryl offered. There was no way in hell he was going to have Glenn riding bitch.

Rick shook his head almost instantly, "It's not safe to go out alone. We're not splitting up anyone anymore. You two can take the Hyundai. It's at least less likely to break down than that old truck out there."

"I could go."

Daryl turned to look over at Leah who was now standing off by his side. She had been listening to their conversation. Daryl looked back at Rick as the man nodded at him, leaving so that he could talk to Leah.

"Ain't no way in hell." Daryl figured the straight-forward approach would work best for these circumstances. There was no way he was going to take Leah with him into unknown territory that could be infested with walkers or more psychos like Shane. Not after everything they had just been through.

"And why not? I'm plenty capable of going on supply runs just the same as everyone else," Leah crossed her arms.

"I don't want to risk it and have to worry about something bad happening, that's why," Daryl retorted.

"Well I'd be right there with you. It's not like you'd leave me or anything."

Daryl narrowed his eyes at her, questioning her choice of words. "Why would I…?" He shook his head, "The answer's no."

Leah narrowed her eyes in return before she walked away, heading for the kitchen to join Sophia and Carol. She bumped into Glenn on her way as Glenn even gave her a slightly confused look.

"She doesn't look too happy…" Glenn stated the obvious, joining Daryl's side in the dining room.

"She wanted to come with, told her no," Daryl shrugged.

"Can't say I blame her. I would be itching to go on an adventure at her age." Glenn stopped when he noticed that Daryl raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'd hardly call this an adventure."

"You know what I mean," Glenn replied. "So… ready to head out?"

It was quickly decided that Daryl would be driving as he had immediately snatched the keys to the Hyundai from Glenn's hand once they were walking down the gravel driveway.

"Really? You want to drive?—Is this another dominance thing of yours?" Glenn questioned.

"What are you talking about?" Daryl shot him a look.

"You never let anyone do anything for you—I don't know, nevermind…" Glenn muttered. He hopped into the passenger seat and shut the door as Daryl took the driver's seat.

"Sure," Daryl stuck the key into the ignition, glancing over at Glenn. He couldn't help but smirk, "It mostly has to do with your horrible Asian driving skills, or lack thereof."

"Oh, come on!" Glenn turned red in the face. "I'm not a bad driver. You're just over exaggerating."

Daryl turned the key as the Hyundai rumbled to life, "I can't believe we got stuck with this fugly ass car."

"'Fugly'?" Glenn grinned.

"Shut up," Daryl warned, throwing the vehicle in reverse. Once he got it facing the road, he put his foot down on the gas, the tires throwing up some loose gravel and dust.

A silence settled over the two as Daryl kept his attention focused on the road ahead and Glenn's attention was drawn out the passenger window. So far it seemed like there was nothing close by. They passed plenty of trees and wooded areas, a couple open fields. There really weren't even any other houses around besides the one they had found.

"I think Maggie's mad at me…" Glenn randomly blurted, still staring out the window.

"…And?" Daryl glanced over at him then back to the road.

"I don't know. I feel like one minute she's happy, the next she's pissed. I don't know if I'm just looking too far into it or what."

"You're lookin' to me to solve your women problems?" Daryl raised an eyebrow.

Glenn laughed, "When you put it that way, no. I just felt like I needed to say something and that was the first thing that popped into my mind. But if you have any pointers, I'm all ears."

Daryl scoffed, "And what makes you think I'd even have any pointers?"

"You're… older," Glenn left it at that. "Come on, I delivered pizzas and played video games before all this. I have no clue what I'm doing with Maggie."

"Don't know what to tell ya," Daryl shrugged. "Guess you're just shit out of luck." He could tell that Glenn was about to open his mouth, to say something more, but must have decided against it. That was probably a good thing.

More silence passed before some sort of structure came into view. It appeared to be a motor inn, the motel rooms forming a block letter U-shape around the parking lot accompanying it. Daryl brought the Hyundai to a stop, putting the vehicle in park just outside the parking lot and shut the engine off. He glanced over at Glenn who now wore a grin on his face.

"This is perfect!" Glenn exclaimed. "We can move in here. Everyone could even have their own room. Not to mention we could block off the parking lot to keep the walkers out. We could make it secure."

Daryl nodded, scratching his chin as he surveyed the area. "Could use the RV. It'd take up quite a bit of room, blocking off the entrance. It could work."

"Then let's go take care of some business." Glenn grabbed his machete resting by his feet as he popped the car door open.

Daryl followed his lead, grabbing his crossbow from the backseat before exiting the vehicle. He walked side by side with Glenn as they entered the parking lot, making sure to keep low and not distract the walkers. The one closest to them was busily chewing on a corpse. There were two others just milling around absentmindedly towards the middle of the parking lot and another one with its back propped up against an abandoned car.

"As of right now, I'm only seeing four walkers," Daryl kept his voice low. They were perched behind a short little brick wall that contained the old neon sign that hung high in the air reading 'Travelier Motel'. The building looked a little worse for wear but it still looked plenty sturdy enough for shelter.

"Yeah," Glenn agreed. "Piece of cake." He began to walk his way further down the short brick wall, headed for the walker that was sitting against the abandoned car.

Daryl loaded his crossbow and took aim for the walker just ahead of him. Its disgusting growls and chomping filled the air as it was still contently eating away at the corpse before it. Daryl took the shot, nailing it in the head as its body slumped forward and smacked into the worn out pavement.

He glanced over to see how Glenn was doing and noticed that he had already taken down his first walker as well, the machete coated in a slimy dark goo. They both started to move forward after giving each other a brief nod. Daryl strapped his crossbow across his back and pulled the knife from his sheath. And just like that, they were both able to attack the two remaining walkers—Glenn had slammed the blade of the machete into his walker's temple while Daryl drove the knife into his walker's forehead.

"I can't believe there are only four walkers here. That's crazy." Glenn started to glance around at the structure now. "Though I suppose there could still be some locked in the rooms?"

Daryl bent down and wiped his knife off on the walker's shirt before sliding it back into the sheath attached to his belt. "I guess so. Probably wouldn't hurt to check the rooms then, huh?" He walked back over towards the first walker and retrieved the bolt he fired, holding its head down with a booted foot.

Glenn sighed, "We're gonna be here for a while."

"We've got all day."

Once Skyler felt like she had pulled herself together, she headed downstairs to join everyone. She had heard one of the vehicles start up and leave not too long ago as her curiosity was now getting the best of her. It didn't take long to notice that Daryl and Glenn were the two missing people.

"…Did they go out on a supply run?" Skyler asked Olivia, finding her seated at the dining room table. She was loading her clip, the gun and all its parts splayed out in front of her.

"Daryl and Glenn did not too long ago. Rick's request," Olivia muttered the last two words. She set the clip down on the table and looked over at Skyler. Her face fell, "Have you been crying?"

"Yeah, but it's okay. Just had to have my meltdown," Skyler forced a smile. She pulled the chair out from the table next to Olivia and took a seat.

"As long as everything's okay, that's the main thing. I think you're entitled to have a breakdown. Things have just been crazy…" Olivia picked the clip back up and loaded it back into the pistol. "I'm still having my doubts about Rick's little spiel. I thought he was supposed to be the 'leader'."

"I think he's doing just fine. He just wanted to make sure he knew for certain before he told everyone. It makes sense," Skyler explained.

"I guess so," Olivia shrugged. She went back to tinkering with her gun, reassembling the pieces. Skyler could only watch in awe, having no clue how to clean a gun let alone take it apart and put it back together.

"How do you know so much about guns?" Skyler questioned, hoping to change the topic.

"Shane, actually… He showed me how to do all of this. Andrea too."

"Oh," Skyler quickly realized that wasn't the change of topic she was hoping for. Shane was now long gone and Andrea might as well have been after losing her back on the farm.

Olivia sighed, "I know. And I feel like shit for acting so childish about everything on the farm. I should have turned Shane down instead of going along with his advances. I didn't realize how screwed up everything was. And Andrea… I just hope she's okay."

"I don't blame you for anything," Skyler shook her head. "Shane was pretty good looking and it's the end of the world. What can a girl do, right?" She tried to make Olivia feel better, forcing another small smile of the sorts. Olivia laughed in return.

"That still doesn't justify anything," Olivia smiled back at her. "Let's just hope things start getting better from here on out. I don't think they could get much worse."

Skyler only nodded. They couldn't give up. They had to keep pushing on to survive.