The Devils Eyes •Daryl Dixon•

F O R T Y : S U R P R I S E

It's been three weeks. Three weeks since I reunited with Lee, since Daryl and I had sex.

A lot has happened in the short amount of time. Rick, has stepped down from being out leader. He came to me and asked if I wanted to be the leader, that I could help lead these people, be a better leader than he's ever been, but that's not true. I told him no and then Hershel stepped up with the idea to start a council.

It consists of Daryl, Glenn, Michonne, Maggie, Hershel, Lee, and I. Rick's refused to be even involved with that, which still makes me sad. He helped us all when times got tough. The council usually meets once a week, and we make the decisions around our small community of the Woodbury survivors.

Michonne, Daryl and I alternate on going out beyond the gates to search for the governor, usually every other week. I go with Daryl alone one week, while the next him and Michonne go together.

Merle has settled in with everyone. I no longer hate him, and a part of me thinks that even Glenn doesn't hate him either. Merle has changed, he's sucked up his pride and apologized to everybody. If I'm being honest, he is like a brother to me. Plus, he's changed my nickname from Darlin' to Sunshine. Nothing big, but a step for Merle.

Hershel's been doing better, we found him a prosthetic leg on a run last week, so he no longer had to deal with those annoying crutches. And man, was it a pain in the ass to put it on him, it was difficult operating without the proper equipment.

In the group of the people from Woodbury, there was a doctor, her name was Doctor S. It's definitely easier for Hershel and I, we have someone else helping around here.

As an addition, whenever we find new people, we ask them three simple questions:

How many walkers have you killed?

How many people have you killled?

Why?

As for Daryl and I, we've been on good terms. Lee has finally accepted the fact that I'm no longer his little girl, that I've found someone. Daryl stayed in my cell, and we moved out the frame, so now we just had two mattresses on the floor. Thankfully, we also had a curtain over the door way now, which Daryl enjoyed a lot because he'd like to make things interesting at times.

The two of us were currently out searching for the Governor, we'd been out here for two days already and we scheduled to return to the prison again tomorrow.

I continue walking along the street with Daryl on my side, we had left his bike behind after we left the prison, not wanting to draw attention.

I pull out the map again from my pocket and sigh, looking over the red crosses we had.

"That's the last place within a three-mile radius," I look up at Daryl. We had just finished searching a town.

"We'll keep lookin'," he grunted.

"We can't go out too far," I shake my head, shoving the map back in my back pocket. "What if we're far out and something happens?"

"Then we'll deal with it."

"Daryl, we can't-"

I was cut off by the sudden need to hurl and I rushed to the tree line, spilling out all my contents.

"That's the second time," I snarl, wiping away any left-over throw up using my sleeve.

"Ye okay?" Daryl rubbing his hand on my back.

I nod. "I think it was just that squirrel from last night. It probably wasn't cooked long enough."

"Sorry 'bout that," Daryl muttered.