ARIA JOKINGLY NARROWS her eyes at the female in front of her. "Are you trying to steal my man?" She scoffs, her hand covering her heart. Carol chuckles, flipping a piece of deer meat. "We can share him." Shrugging slightly, Aria looks over towards Daryl. He rolls his eyes at the two, a small smile itching at his lips. Mostly everyone knows of their relationship now, but the two still aren't comfortable with showing their affection in public.

Aria has been handling everything quite nicely though, she wouldn't of been able to get through this rough patch without the group supporting her, they have been there for her. Rick has assigned the female a few jobs and she absolutely loves them. She makes plans and is apart of the council, will occasionally teach the kids along with Carol, and she has to check up on the elderly people with Hershel. Of course, she still go's on runs and hunting trips, if Rick took that away from her, she would've kicked him in the balls.

Aria snaps back into reality as she watches Patrick, a very adorable teenager, walk up to Daryl. "Mr. Dixon—I just wanted to thank you for being that deer back yesterday. It was a real treat, sir. And I'd be honored to shake your hand." Daryl glances down at Patrick's held out hand and Aria chuckles, shoving a piece of meat in her mouth. Daryl begins to lick his fingers and Aria turns away, her cheeks burning. Daryl knows how Aria gets when he licks his fingers, yet he still does it and he looks her way when he does it too.

"Ms. Aria." Patrick speaks up as he looks away from the grill in front of him and Aria raises her head, cocking it to the side. "How do you and Daryl even date when you know you could lose each other?" Aria sighs lowly, her eyes squinting. She's thought about that a lot. "Well, that's not what you should focus on. We shouldn't be afraid to live."

Aria pushes the gas can back into the truck, Zach handing her a shotgun. She sets it in a crate, motioning for him to put his bag in there too. Lightly humming a soft tune to herself, Aria picks up another crate, struggling slightly before shoving it into the bed of the truck. "Okay—are you going to say goodbye?" Zach calls towards Beth, who's sauntering off away from him. "Nope." Aria laughs gently, shaking her head.

"It's like a damn romance novel." Daryl retorts, handing Aria a black crate. Sliding the crate into the truck, Aria slams the tailgate shut, looking up towards them. "Romance novels are amazing." She scoffs, fake hurt crossing her face. Daryl furrows his eyebrows, his head shaking. "Course you'd think that."

"I'm offended."

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Daryl hits his elbow against the glass and Aria turns towards Michonne as she shuffles up next to her. "Mimi." She utters, earning a glare from the woman who's literally her best friend. "I told you not to call me that." Aria laughs, a innocent smile on her face. "When have I ever listened to you?" She asks and Michonne purses her lips, nodding. "You make a point."

"Okay—I think I got it." Zach speaks up and Aria turns towards him, eyebrows scrunched together. "Got what?" Michonne asks him before Aria could even open her mouth to speak. "I've been trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn." Aria presses her lips together, a small smirk playing on them. She doesn't even know what he did before the turn, she only knows the simple things, like his favorite alcohol or color.

"He's been trying to guess for like—six weeks." Michonne leans up against the brick wall and Aria leans on her for support, the sun beaming down on them. "I'm pacing myself. One shot a day." Zach smiles lightly, looking towards the women. "Alright—shoot."

"Well, the way you are at the prison, you being on the council, you're able to track, you're helping people but you're still being kind of—surly. Big swing here—homicide cop." Aria's mouth falls open in surprise and laughter belts out of the two women as they shake their heads at the answer. "What's so funny?" Daryl asks, a small smile on his face. Aria loves these moments, the moments where the group can act normal. She loves it when she sees a smile on anyone's face, it brightens her day.

"Nothing. It makes perfect sense." Michonne lies and the two females sneak a knowing look as they try to hold back their laughter. "Actually, the man's right. Undercover." Aria abruptly stops her movements, her eyebrows flying up in surprise. He has to be joking, right? "Come on, really?" Daryl nods and Aria shakes her head, chewing on her bottom lip. "Yep. I don't like to talk about it 'cause it was a lot of heavy shit, you know?" His blue eyes meet Aria's and he sends her a small and subtle wink.

"Dude, come on. Really?" Zach continues and Daryl turns towards him, sending him a look as if to say, 'are you dumb?' Sighing lowly, Aria pushes herself off of Michonne, stepping forward. "I'll just keep guessing, I guess." Daryl nods, looking up towards the sky. "Yeah, you keep doing that." Right after Daryl says that, a walker bangs against the glass, snarls coming out of his mouth.

Aria roams around the store, her eyes darting around for anything the group could use. She wants to get Daryl something but she's not exactly sure what. She shoves some cans of food into her basket before looking back around, something shiny catching her eye. Rushing over, she pulls the chain off of the rack, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she reads it. My favorite asshole. That may or may not be the truth.

Stuffing the keychain in her jean pocket, she moves onto the next aisle, her hand reaching out towards random stuff. Holding a box of cereal in her hand, she peaks her head around, her eyes catching sight of Glenn. "Hey—do you think we need some cereal?" She whispers, her eyebrows scrunched together in curiosity. Glenn looks away from the box in his hand before shrugging. Blowing out a breath, she rolls her eyes, shoving the box back on the shelf. Glenn never answers her questions with a yes or a no, it's always a shrug.

A crash and yells fill the quiet store and the basket in Aria's hands drop to the floor, the contents spilling out. Her converse squeak against the ground as she runs over towards the crash, suddenly slipping because of the liquid. "This is fucking great." She utters to herself as her pants begin to soak with red wine and she picks herself up to her feet, wiping her hands on the already dirty jeans. "Bob?" She gently falls out, bending over to look at the stuck man. Daryl shuffles up beside Aria, crouching down to look at Bob. "You alright? You cut or something?"

"No, man, but my foot is caught." Aria stands straight up, her fingers wrapping around the wooden shelf as Tyreese, Daryl, Zach and her lift the shelf off of the withering man. She's sure she wasn't doing much to help them at that point except being in their way, but hey, she's trying. As they move on to the next shelf, something crashes through the ceiling and Aria looks up, her eyes wide as she watches guts spill all over the floor. As Aria backs up, she accidentally stumbles into Daryl and she squeaks out an apology, her eyes still trained on the dangling walker.

"Yeah—uh, we should probably go now." Glenn concludes, his voice full of panic as he stares up at the walker, his hands gripping his gun tightly. "Bob's still stuck, get him out of there." Daryl calls and rushes over to the aid of Bob and Aria snaps out of her shock, nodding. "We'll get the others." She says, motioning towards Sasha and Michonne. A few more walkers fall through the caved in ceiling, halting the female's in their tracks.

A walker wobbles Aria's way and she pulls her knife out, shoving it into the brain of the corpse. As it falls to the ground, Aria rushes away, panic flowing through her body. She needs to find everyone and get them to safety. Despite being one of the youngest, she has motherly instincts and they're kicking in. Running towards the machine gun sound, Aria finds Sasha surrounded by walkers. Alerting a few of them of her presence, she shoves her knife in the brain of one and of course it gets stuck.

Yanking a metal shelf out, she swings it towards the remaining walkers, the sharp shelf sending their heads flying. Yanking her knife out of the walker's skull, she looks towards the two females. "I need to get to Daryl." She tells Michonne and Sasha before jogging away, her eyes darting around for her boyfriend.

Pulling her throwing knives out, Aria raises her hand before tossing one through the air, the blade piercing a walker's skull as it reaches up towards Daryl. Rushing over, Aria plunges her big knife in the back of a walker's skull before repeating the action. Gunshots fire from beside her and Glenn appears, "Daryl—get down." He yells and Aria grabs Daryl's wrist, pulling him down beside her as debris begins falling from the ceiling.

"Get Bob!" Zach shouts as he shoots down two walker's heading his way. Aria lets go of Daryl's wrist and pulls up the shelf with the help of Tyreese and Daryl. Aria grabs Bob's arms and begins to drag him out, a small groan escaping her lips. This is the most lifting she has done in forever and she doesn't like it, her arms feel like they're about to fall off. "Go—go!" Everyone yells and they begin to run towards the exit, abruptly stopping as a scream of agony fills the air. Swiveling her head around, Aria begins to advance forward towards Zach but Daryl grabs her hand, pulling the female towards the exit just as the helicopter crashes through the ceiling.