-A Time Before Now-

-Still-

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This was nothing like the one me and mom went to. Nothing. 

Absolutely not. Maybe because it was dark and the distaste Daryl had earlier was a calling for what it'd look like further inside, but as soon as I came closer and shined my flashlight. The leather backpack he had reflected the light.

My question still went unanswered. 

Even as we made it through storage and everything in between.

The uneasy feeling never left, and so instead I pulled my knife in hopes of it protecting me and making it a quick kill rather than a struggle.

Walking through the flaps into a kitchen did I see a bottle. High above on a rack. Is that what booze would look like? It doesn't look like Bob's. Or anything else.

So taking hold of the shelf do I start to climb it, stopping due to the fact that I made too much noise. And when I finally had it in hand did I stop outside to look at the label. My knife's handle in my mouth as I began to read 'vine—' 
But the growling entrance of a walker sounded and it made me drop the bottle as I pulled my knife from my mouth. Stabbing it quick before it can reach my neck or any other park of my body.

With the body down on the ground, and whatever liquid that was in the bottle all on the floor allowed me to breath for a moment as I tried to calm my panting. I lost the drink. But then the shoes came into view, it was Daryl.

Just standing there as if he was watching.

Thanks for the fucking help.

I wish I had the courage to say that to him, but after him not responding to the jewelry question upstairs. Why should I even bother now? He's not going to talk, not at all.

"Ya said ya could take care of yaself. Ya did." He growled, moving right along as I followed him down the hall and down the set of stairs. A trophy case blocked the given way, but it was an easy crawl under and up. Especially if he made it first.

We made it to the store. And try as I might to wear the same thing day after day. I couldn't. So seeing all these ideal clothing options I knew that I could take this tank top off and replace it with something else. My flannel was already around my waist. 

Or should I say my mom's flannel.

I kept stealing her clothes because I felt bad asking for so much. I keep growing, it's not my fault. So looking for my general size, did I finally find one. Stripping off Merle's jacket did I firmly place it onto my backpack, and the growing party continues.

With me just in my bra did I realize he was coming this way, and soon. So ducking down and trying to put this grey tank top on was more difficult than I could figure. Never really had to hurry up and get dressed because a man's coming closer.