The Woman at The End of The World. (Daryl Dixon)

ten.

After the funeral, Rick seeks me out to inform me that we are moving into the house because it'll be safer. The unspoken reason hanging in the air; so we don't have another accident like what happened with Dale.

I sigh, nodding, "Okay, I'll get my stuff, and meet you back there."

Rick looks me up and down before asking, "how are you holding up?"

I stiffen under his question, "fine."

"I heard what you said, we all did.."

"Yeah, yeah.. I know. I don't want to talk about it." I interrupt, putting my arms up to stop him, and shaking my head.

He holds up his hands, "No, hold on. I understand, just listen. You're not alone. You're family now. You're stuck with us." He pauses, "I heard that Daryl went looking for you.. He cares about you. We all do."

"Daryl?" I laugh, "We aren't even friends."

"You're just as stubborn as he is. I see why you've become inseparable."  Carol comes up behind us, with her infectious smile painted on her face. "Same temper, too, I hear."

"I—what?" Not the first time she's left me speechless, causing Rick to smile at both of us. Rubbing my hands on my pants, trying to come up with something to say. "Inseparable?" I know, I have such a way with words.

"No, she's our firecracker." Glenn joins our conversation, something mischievous behind his eyes, "Daryl isn't."

"Yes, inseparable. We usually see you guys not far from each other." Carol adds. I could feel the blush spread across my face.

"No, that can't - what?" I seem to be having trouble finding my words. "I should've headed to Ohio, yall are crazy," I smirk at them, "I'm going to go pack up. I'll meet yall soon."

I really wasn't looking forward to being crowded on the Greene's living room floor. I like my space, but it's what the boss and our host want. I understand the logic.

Daryl and I friends? That's absurd! They are crazy. Right... right? He did come to find me, but I always thought someone sent him after me. Possibly Dale. Maybe, I should ask him next time I get the chance. Shane did say the day at the barn that I should keep my dog on a leash. I never understood what he meant. Honestly, I completely forgot since we were in the midst of barn walker drama.

I spot Daryl head towards the house on my trek to our campsite. He didn't look my way, but I stop, watching. He has helped me the last few weeks, in his own way. I just never thought of him as anything, but another part of the group.

Shaking my head, trying to turn off the thoughts running through my head. I have a task at hand. Come on, I need to focus. 

I finally make it to my tent, unzipping it, and stepping in. I glance around wondering where to begin. I grab for my bag, not looking at what I'm doing.

"SHIT!" I shout in frustration, realizing everything has flown out. My dumbass grabbed the bag from the wrong end, and it wasn't closed. Running my hand through my hair, I look down seeing my Tarot card deck was laying on the ground, with only two cards facing up, out of seventy-eight cards.  The Tower and the lovers. The fuck? I thought to myself. Not thinking much of it, I start to gather everything back up for the next hour.