"What did you do?" Beth asked, stepping in tune with Juliana as Daryl lead the way, "You know, before."

"Not much," Juliana answered honestly, holding her gun at the ready in front of her as they stomped through the timber again. Daryl seemed like he had an idea of where he was going.

"Oh come on," Beth nudged at Juliana with her elbow, smiling softly, "Everybody did something!"

Sighing, she turned her head slightly in Beth's direction, "A waitress."

"Oh," Beth downcast her eyes, looking as if she had expected more of a profession out of Juliana. She forced a smile, "I mean that's not-" Juliana cut her off.

"It was a shit job, Beth. I was doing it to get through school."

"What for?"

Juliana grimaced a little at her answer, "Art." Even now, at the end of the world, her mentioning being an art major received a scoff from Daryl.

"I don't take you much for an artist," he commented, turning his head briefly over his shoulder. She caught his glance and couldn't help but smirk at him.

"You don't know a lot about me, Dixon," Juliana teased.

Beth grinned at their interaction, "I think it sounds cool!" she paused a moment, motioning to Daryl who was still ahead of the two of them, "What do you think he did?" she asked Juliana, who offered her a shrug.

"A motorcycle mechanic!" Beth suggested.

"Huh?" Daryl slowed a tad, dropping back so the two of them were able to catch up with him, each one on either side of him.

"That's my guess for what you were doing before the turn. Did Zack ever guess that one?"

"It don't matter," he mumbled in reply. "Hasn't mattered for a long time."

"It's just what people talk about, you know, to feel normal."

"Yeah, well, that never felt normal to me," he commented. Juliana glanced over to Daryl at his comment, and he must have felt his eyes on her because he shifted his gaze over to her as they continued on through the timber. She and Daryl had a strange understanding between the two of them. He had mentioned when she first showed up at the prison that he thought she was 'pretty tough' for having survived on her own. Though, in Daryl fashion, he finished his compliment by insinuating that she was probably just lucky and didn't have any actual skills. She had assumed she had ended up proving him wrong, because his comments stopped, and the two of them often paired up to scavenge. They both liked the quiet.

The trees broke out into tall, overgrown grasses finally. To her right, Juliana spotted a small dilapidated house.

"Found this place with Michonne," Daryl said.

Beth squinted in the sunlight in the direction of the house, "I was expecting a liquor store."

"No, this is better," he assured.

Coming up to the house, she couldn't help but be reminded of her mother's house. While she was a gigantic, obese woman, before she became bedridden she was quite the hoarder. Piles of junk were stacked inside and outside. Even in the ruins of the house, it looked like what she had lived in. Juliana crinkled her nose in disgust at the memory as they investigated. Behind the house, was a trailer with a shed next to it. Daryl didn't hesitate to open up the door to that shed, which held none other than an old moonshine operation.

Stepping in, he collected a few mason jars full of alcohol as she and Beth looked on from outside.

"What's that?" Beth questioned, peering inside the shed.

"Moonshine," Juliana told her as Daryl lifted a crate with mason jars full of the clear alcohol. He handed it over to Beth, who couldn't suppress a smile as he brushed past the two of them, mumbling at them to 'come on', following him up to the house.

The trio entered the run-down trailer. Juliana and Daryl were careful to check to make sure there were no walkers lurking in the small, abandoned trailer. Thankfully there weren't any, and she helped Beth set the heavy crate of moonshine down on an old table before taking a tour around the trailer.

"Looks like my momma's house," she said to herself, flicking through some old magazines on a side table.

Daryl had found some decently clean glasses and placed one out for Beth who had sat down at the table in front of him. He poured her only a shot's worth of moonshine, placing the glass in front of her to take.

"That's a real first drink right there."

Beth stared at the glass, hesitant again. Juliana pulled up a chair from across the room, spinning it around so she could rest her forearms on the back of the chair and straddled it. "What's the matter?" Juliana asked.

"Nothing," Beth replied, quickly looking over to Juliana. "It's just.." her voice trailed off for a moment, and Juliana and Daryl exchanged looks between the two of them before Beth continued, "..my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind."

"Ain't nothin' worth seein' out there anymore anyway," Daryl said, in his way of reassuring her that it was okay to drink.

Swallowing, Beth lifted the glass to her lips and took a small drink and cringed as the moonshine hit her tongue. Juliana grinned at her expression, her head laying on her folded arms and turned to watch Beth.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted!"

Boldly, she finished off the rest of the shot, forcing herself to swallow the liquid. "Second round's better," Beth said with a chuckle, reaching for the open jar of moonshine.

"Slow down," Juliana urged, lifting her head from the previous position she had been in.

"This one's for you," she told her with a smile and motioned to Daryl again, "and you."

"No, I'm good," he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably back and forth. Juliana sat up a little straighter as Beth poured another drink and she noted Daryl's change in demeanor. If there was something she hadn't shared with the group, it was that she had been a raging alcoholic. It was something she struggled with, and was her own secret. But now, as she watched Daryl, she could tell something had triggered him as well.

"Same," Juliana muttered.

"Why?" Beth questioned, eyes wide as she looked between the two of them, upset that they had both refused her offer of a drink.

"Someone's gotta keep watch," Daryl told her.

"So, what, you're like my chaperone now?"

"Just drink lots of water," he said, walking past Juliana and Beth at the table.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon," Beth sassed.

Daryl ignored her and began to hammer up pieces of old curtains and whatever else he could find, to cover up the windows.

"Jules," he said to her, hammer in hand, "Come help me." Juliana let out a sigh, pushing herself off from the chair. She slipped her gun off from around her shoulders, setting it up against the doorframe of the entrance and wandered over to help Daryl put up covers on the windows.

A giggle from Beth made the two of them turn around as Beth pulled out an ashtray that was shaped like a giant bra.

"Who'd go into a store and walk out with this?" she grinned, amused by the ashtray she had found.

"My dad, that's who," Daryl said. His comment made Beth shrink back a little at his comment, "Oh, he's a dumbass. He'd set those up top of the TV set, use them as target practice."

"He shot things inside your house?" Beth asked incredulously.

Daryl shrugged, "It was just a bunch of junk anyway." He paused, "That's how I knew what this place was. That shed out there, my dad had a place just like this." He motioned to a shitty chair, "You got your dumpster chair..that's for sittin' in your drawers all summer drinkin'." Next, he motioned to a few buckets next to the chair, "Got your fancy buckets..that's for spittin' chaw in after your old lady tells you to stop smokin'." He picked up an old paper that was around the magazines Juliana had flipped through earlier, picking one up, "You got your internet..." he told her before dropping the paper on the ground.

A walker groaned at that moment. Juliana and Daryl peered out of the broken window to see one shuffle by outside, stopping right outside of the window they were looking out of.

"Just one of them," Juliana said, stepping back from the window.

"Should we get it?" Beth asked, standing up.

Juliana shrugged, looking to Daryl before back to Beth, "If he keeps makin' too much noise, yeah."

"Well," Beth started, grabbing at a mason jar, "If we're gonna be trapped again we might as well make the best of it." She held the jar out in the direction of Daryl and Juliana, offering them a drink again, "Unless you're too busy chaperoning, Mr. Dixon. Jules."

"Hell," he started, taking the jar from her hand, "might as well make the best of it." With the jar in hand, he sat down on the camo chair, settling down into it as he unscrewed the lid off of the jar. "Home sweet home," Daryl said, taking a drink before holding it out to Juliana. "Drink?" he asked.

Juliana held out her hand, shaking her head. Figuring now would be as good a time as any, she reached into her jeans pocket, pulling out the Alcoholics Anonymous chip she had kept on her this whole time, flashing it at the two of them, "Tryin' to stay sober," she told them. Beth looked to Daryl, confused about what the chip what, but Juliana knew that Daryl fully comprehended what it was. He stared at he strangely; looking at her in a way he hadn't before. It made goosebumps run up the back of her arms, and she cleared her throat to break the stare, stuffing the chip back into her pocket.