#for daryl

           “Which fucking way did they go?”   

He opens his eyes slowly and looks over are you, “Huh? Well, a few months, I’guess.”

“well, you don’t talk very much about your brother…” you say to him.

He glares at you, “What about it?” You draw back, not to put pressure on him. You looks at him softly as you pull out a package of cigarettes, “I found ‘em…when I was out hunting with Glenn and Maggie.” He looks at the package and reaches out his hand. You place the package in his hand, he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter, lights up the cigarette and places it between my lips and takes a puff. As he looks at you, you turn your head away and blush. “Thanks…” he says quietly and draws his eyes away. “I dun really wanna talking ‘bout it…but thanks.” He says softly with a small smile.

“Mm…don’t mention it…” you say to him, under your breath.

"So? What'd you want to know?" He asks you, as he zips down his jacket a bit. "What? What I want to know?" You ask back, not sure whether he asked that correctly or not. He hasn't ever been one to really open up to certain people.

"Just...Just wanted to know if you're alright." You say to him. After he came back, he hasn't really spoken to anyone just yet.

"Yeah, I guess..." He says and took a puff of the cigarette and continues, "I just did what I had't do." He replies with a grin on his face. He then goes on to stretching over his head as tears start to roll down your face. "Hey! What's wrong?" He asks you quickly, as he sits up and leans in. "I just...it's hard to go through..." You reply to him.

"We've gone through it before..." He says to you. "But, you don't cry in front of others..." You tell him, while wiping the tears away with your sleeve, and starts again, "I mind...mind as well do it for you then."

He looks down, rubbing my hands together and looks up to you again, “Emilie?”

You turn your head towards him, “Ye-“ before you could finish your statement, he leans in and kisses you lightly on the lips. The smell, taste of cigarette lingers on your lips. He draws back, “Thanks again,” he says again with a smile as he lays back again and continues to smoke his cigarette.