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AN. This is set in the later part of season 2 on the Farm and mainly a Daryl/Andrea fic. I know a lot of people don't ship these two, but I think the show made a big mistake not developing the relationship these two characters could have had if they'd not totally ruined Andrea's credibility in season 3. I would have liked to see more of the comic book Andrea be developed into her season 3 character, but hey that's just my opinion.

I hope you enjoy it enough to stick with it. I'm aiming for 4-5 chapters max.

He didn't know why Rick had chosen the two of them to go out on a run. The Farm was doing just fine, although he suspected that the man wanted to put some distance between Shane and Andrea. Since the two had returned from their little trip – Daryl thinks it was a few days ago, but he wasn't sure cause days just kinda moulded together lately - they'd seemed to be some sort of relationship forming between the two; Daryl was sure they'd been 'at it' to put it mildly, but after Sophia and the announcement of Lori's pregnancy, they'd turned on each other almost.

The looks they shared weren't filled with secretive grins and smirks, but with horror and disgust; mostly from Andrea at what she'd done with Shane. Daryl could see it written clearly on her face, he'd seen it on some of the faces of the women he and Merle had woken up to after a night of heavy drinking. Then today when the group had heard shouting and screaming from the two, what they came upon I the kitchen was shocking to all of them, he though Andrea was gonna blow Shane away, she'd drawn her weapon on the man and he was goading her to use it on him. If it wasn't for Ricks soothing tones talking her down Daryl thought she would have shot Shane then and there.

It wasn't until now driving to the local convenience store that Daryl noticed the red marks and the start of the bruises on her unmarred skin. He slammed the brakes on and her arm shot out in front of her to brace herself.

"Jesus Daryl!" She said through a rushed breath. "What the hell was that?"

He was gripping the steering wheel so hard it was hurting, his nostrils were flared and his teeth ground together.

"Daryl?" she said with genuine worry.

"He do that?" he pointed to the marks and she drew her jacket tighter around her. "Is that what that was about?" She remained quiet, her face an unreadable mask. "Ok then." He threw the truck into drive and spun the steering wheel to do a 180.

"What are you doing?" she gasped and grasped the wheel.

"Im'a go back an' kick his ass!" he stated.

"Don't be so dramatic." She deadpanned. "I don't need no knight in redneck armour to save my honour Daryl." Her words stung more than he let on, he wanted to kick her ass out of his truck and let her walk back to the Farm in the stifling heat.

He knew they all still looked at him like he didn't belong. They only needed him to make sure they had food in their stomachs, other than that he wasn't no use to them, but he thought he shared a common ground with Andrea.

"I'm sorry." She said and fell back heavily against the seat of the cabin. "That was uncalled for and extremely rude." He remained quiet, assessing the sincerity of her words and when he noticed the watery rims of her eyes he coughed out his response, knowing she was being genuine.

"Been called worse." She chuckled then and wiped at her eyes fiercely shaking her head. "Why didn't you say anythin'?" he asked.

"I haven't exactly been a pillar of the community lately." Her reference to the Beth situation most probably put her in the same category as Shane and his crazy, but Daryl could see her logic if he was honest.

"You should of shot him and done us all a favour." He spat and accelerated away towards the store. The shock on Andrea's face was disappointing for him to see. He wanted to see the fire he'd seen in her eyes, before Amy. He'd seen it a little lately and in that kitchen when she'd been ready to shot that crazy bastard, but now she was back in that place and he hated seeing her there. "Why was ya fightin' anyway?" he quizzed and Andrea looked down at her shoes, biting her bottom lip between her teeth.

"He wanted something I didn't want to give him again." Daryl could hazard a guess at what it was and it made his blood boil even more.

"And what he didn't like hearing no for an answer?"

"Pretty much."

The only sound after that was the quiet thrum of the cars engine and the sound of the tires on the tarmac.

Let me know what you think and depending on reviews I'll try to update another chapter in the week.

Jada x