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It had been awkward ever since I kissed him. It use to be the other way around. Me ignoring Daryl, but now he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. It would be a lie if I said it didn't get to me, but it's better this way. Beths been noticing all this shit too. Nothing flies past this girl, she has like keen vision or something. She asked Daryl, he snapped at her, she asked me, I denied everything which only made her curiosity skyrocket.

Daryl can't even spare me a glance, let alone sit in the same room. I ask myself should I let myself continue to be ignored by him, or should I say something, clear the air? Would that even be a good thing? I've been ignoring him for the past few months just like how he what he is doing now. My mind is so clogged that I don't know what to do. I continued to spin the new crossbow around in my hand, the metal one I had remembered to grab at the house. All I could remember was the nice conversation I had with Daryl, even if I was drunk.
—it's weird that sometimes being drunk, is the only way to sober you up.

The cross bow in my hands was a reminder of that night and the images of my mothers bow being burned. The drunk me was brave enough to do that. I loved my mother, I truly did... but a part of me resents her. She was a selfish woman who used the word love as a way to trap those to her, my father and me. Daryl and I had lived different lifestyles in our childhood. He believes we lived the same type, it scares me of what he might think when he finds out the truth. When he said those words of anger towards Beth about living on the farm, and the way he acted at the country club... would he resent me? Who am I kidding, he probably already does.

The door swung open, and I failed to notice at first since I was stuck in a daze. By the time I lifted up my head, my eyes met his blue ones. It's the first time in two days he stared straight at me. He glanced away, walking towards the cabinet and pulling it open. His eyes searched through the stash of food someone had stored. We all planned not to take it all, since we weren't selfish people. Daryl pulled the 2L of a no name brand cola, and popped off the lid. His cut and chapped lips meeting the bottle as the fizzed liquid hit flowed to his stomach. I didn't dare say anything. I continued to glance between the bow and the small crack between the wood in the windows.

My throat tensed, stopping the air from escaping. My body tensed too, stiffening at the sight before my eyes. I stood to my feet abruptly, causing Daryl to snap his head at me. He didn't say anything, but watched me. I didn't bother to see his reaction as I was too busy looking out the window. His chair creaked from behind me, rattling of his crossbow being picked up. "What's wrong—"

I turned around and ran to the door swinging it open. I kick the walker the stood close to the door, dragging one of the arrows I had in my palm into its head. As the sharp head pulled out of the walkers skull, I could see the dark blood seep through its new puncture wound. I could hear Daryl call out for me, but I couldn't even register it. "Nini?! Nini?!"