Early in the morning, Daryl and I met up with Aaron for a supply run. Daryl hopped on his motorcycle that Aaron gave him, riding it to the gate with me on the back and my arms wrapped around his waist. We sat at the entrance, waiting for the gates to open while Aaron sat in a car behind us. Nicholas pulled the gates open, staring at me and checking me out while he did so.

"You best stop starin' at my girl," Daryl hissed at him before revving the motorcycle's engine to scare him off. Nicholas glared at him and scurried to the side as we sped off onto the street, my hair blowing behind me in the cool wind.

It was a good while of me enjoying the ride and being as close to Daryl as I could get before the pharmacy we were planning on searching came up on our left. I sighed with sadness knowing I had to get up and leave Daryl's warmth and comfort; I was resting my head against his back, the warm leather of his angel wing vest caressing my cheek.

Daryl turned into the deserted parking lot, Aaron following. He parked his bike in front of the store, Aaron pulling into the weed-ridden empty parking space next to us. Aaron opened the door of his car so Daryl could retrieve his crossbow from the backseat; my sword had already been in its sheath across my back. We crept towards the dusted over doors of the pharmacy, the door creaking open and our weapons propped up and ready to fire. I decided to split from Daryl and Aaron, heading down one of the first aisles to cover more ground faster. I tried my best to be quiet as I scanned for any biters, stepping lightly so my footsteps were silent.

"Drop your weapons," an unfamiliar voice demanded from a few aisles away. My heart leaped, my grip on my sword only tightening even more. I stopped dead in my tracks, afraid they had eyes on me.

"W-we don't want any trouble, sir," I heard Aaron sputter fearfully.

"Drop your damn weapons or I'll blow your brains out," the man growled. My eyes nervously flitted around where I was to see if I was being watched by someone else. Nothing targeted me. I took a deep shuddery breath before starting to cautiously tip-toe by the ends of each aisle in hopes to locate the man. I stumbled upon him four lanes away with Daryl and Aaron. I stopped dead in my tracks again, staring at Aaron's nervous face. He better not give me away by the way he keeps looking over here or else it was over for me. The man had his back to me, pointing his gun at the two. Their weapons were on the floor like he instructed them to do earlier. "There was three of you," he whispered. I started to tip-toe up behind him, my heart beating faster by the second. "Where's that pretty little lady you came in here with," he asked adamantly. Daryl and Aaron stayed silent. "Where is she," the man yelled impatiently. Aaron's eyes flickered over to me again, watching me with helplessness like he wanted me to do something right this very moment. The man noticed this and began to turn around towards me. I quickly plunged my sword into his back before he could go any further, the tip of it protruding from his upper chest. His gun clattered to the ground, thankfully, without firing. He gargled in pain, his hollering muffled by the blood creeping up his throat.

"I'm right here," I told him before pulling the sword out from his body. I wiped the blood that slathered the blade onto his pant leg. I could hear him wheezing, just barely begging for mercy under his breath while I picked his gun up off the ground. I observed the sleekness of it, looking it up and down before shooting him in the back of the head. I sighed, gazing up at Daryl and Aaron. Aaron's mouth was open in disbelief while Daryl kept a straight face. "C'mon now, Aaron, the way you kept looking over at me could've gotten me killed," I huffed, my eyes on Aaron while I handed the gun over to Daryl who shoved it into his pocket.

"I-I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't know what I was supposed to do! But how could you just do that with, with no emotion? You just ended a man's life without a second thought." He seemed rocked by what he just witnessed.

"I mean, you get used to it after a while," I answered, shoving my sword back into its sheath. "Sometimes certain kills are harder than others, but you have to make decisions in the blink of an eye or before you know it you could be dead." I turned around and made my way over to the medicine aisle.

"That's my girl," I heard Daryl mutter while I sauntered away, his eyes running up and down my body. I gathered up some pain killers and brought an armful over to Aaron who shoved them in his backpack. Aaron counted them and then sent me back to pick up a different kind of medicine they needed in the infirmary. I turned around to go pick up the last few bottles of today's run but ran straight into Daryl. He opened up his palm to reveal a silver necklace, a small heart charm hanging off of it just like the other one I used to have before that fateful night at Terminus. "Yer other one was gone." My hand flew to my chest instinctively, touching the empty space where the necklace once hung.

"Yeah," I muttered, remembering what had happened to it. "They, uh... they..." My stomach felt slightly sick. I hated to trigger the memory.

"Hey, it's okay." Daryl lovingly swept my hair over my shoulder. "Here, I'll put it on ya." He swung the necklace over my head, his fingers brushing against my skin which caused me to shiver as he hooked the necklace. He planted a soft kiss on my neck after he was done. I turned around and pecked him on the cheek in return, giving him a warm smile as my hand rested on the side of his face.

"You guys ready," Aaron interrupted us.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "We're good." I gave him another peck before the three of us exited the pharmacy, returning to our vehicles. I climbed onto Daryl's motorcycle after him, nuzzling my head back into the crook of his neck like I did before as he revved the engine. As we pulled out onto the road, I knew he was smiling because he was so close to me.