The start

Daryl Dixon's wife

Few days had past. Days went by slowly as we were running low on food. Daryl and I were in bed as the sun rises. Daryl stirs in the bed. He sits up and gets dressed.

"Where you going?" I look at him as he pulls his pants up.

"On a run with Rick. Were low on food." He says.

"What about yesterday? You just got back from a run." I questioned.

"Only found weapons." He sighs. I get up and put some clothes on.

"You can stay. Get some sleep." He heads down stairs as I slip on my combat boots. I walk downstairs and see Jay passed out on the couch.

"No, I'm coming. I'll walk you to the gate. You driving a car or walking?" I asked.

"Taking a car." He says as he grabs his bag and my hand. He pulls out a list of supplies they needed to get. We walk down the street as Denise walks toward us.

"Hey." Daryl calls for her.

"Yes?" She asked.

"This thing at the bottom right here.
You're talking about the drink, right?" Daryl looks at her.

"I am, but It's not medical. No, I drew a line between the important stuff and that. I just figured, if you saw it." Aww she is blushing. I wonder what's it for.

"All right."

"Anything remotely medical is a priority. And food, maybe even food before medicine, and gas or batteries or books for the kids or clothes is just, if you see it, if it just happens to, you know, be right there." Denise points at the list.

"You like it, right?" Daryl asked.

"No, I don't drink pop." Denise wrinkles up her nose.

"What the hell's pop?" I laughed a little.

"Oh, I'm originally from Ohio." She says.

"Why you want it?" Daryl adjust the bag on his shoulder.

"Tara was talking about it in her sleep, I think. Either she likes it or she doesn't, but if she likes it, it'd be a really nice surprise. I'm not good with that kind of stuff, and she and Heath are going on that two-week run.
I just thought it'd be a nice going-away present. Just, uh, don't go out of your way. And if it gives you any trouble." Denise stumbles over her words. That's cute. She wants to make Tara happy.

"I won't." Daryl raises his hands up.

"Okay, good, 'cause it's not important.
I should've said so instead of just drawing a line." Denise says. He grabs my hand and pulls me along.

"Got it." Daryl says as I try not laugh. He looks down at me and shakes his head.

"Its cute." I giggled. We continue our walk and meet up with Rick.

"Harley, you coming with us?" He asked. If only he knew that Daryl wouldn't even let me leave the house.

"I'm walking y'all to the gate." I glare at Daryl teasingly.

"Alright." Rick says. We walk up to the cars as they get in one. I walk over to Eugene who was on gate duty.

"Ma'am." Eugene bows his head.

"Hey Eugene. Its cool you don't have to do that." I wave at him.

"You are Daryl Dixon's wife, I have to show respect or "get my head stomped." Eugene air quotes. So I guess Rick told everyone. I look down and smile. That sneaky bastard. The car rolls up as I walk to the passenger side where Daryl sat. I lean in the window and kiss his lips.

"You be careful." I kiss his lips one last time.

"You know I will." He smirks. I look at Rick.

"You too. You both be safe out there."

"Promise." Rick says as he shifts to drive.

"Thanks Rick for telling everyone Daryl and I are married now." Daryl eyes widen.

"You told?" Daryl looks at him.

"Thought it would be better if I did it. Save the awkward talks and stuff. The only people you would have told is Jay, Carol and I. Maybe Aaron." He chuckles. I nod my head and smile.

"Those are the only people I would have told. Everyone else would figure it out or someone would tell." Daryl says.

"Oh well." I lean off of the car and pat it down. Eugene walks up to them and hand them a list.

"I mapped out some of the agricultural supply places in the area.
Even if they've been cleaned out, my bet is that the sorghum would be untouched. Now, that there is a criminally underrated grain that could change the game with our food situation from scary to hunky-dunky." The two men stare at Eugene.

"I'm talking stand ability, drought tolerance, grain-to-stover ratio that is the envy of all corns. Think about it."

"Thanks." Daryl looks at him uneasy as Rick slowly lets off of the gas. I chuckled lightly.

"All right. Okay." Eugene says. The guys drive off as Eugene shuts the gate.

"Eugene I'm gonna take a stroll around. When I get back Sasha should be taking over your shift. Sound good?"

"Yes ma'am." Eugene bows his head. He isn't ever going to stop.