He didn't wait for the some to open the gate, he was angry. He had been so careless; he reached between the two gates. Twisting the lock until it opened. He walked in slamming the gate closed, it was still early morning, and mostly everyone was still asleep. After rewrapping the lock, he didn't bother locking it. But it was still secure.

"Damn walkers" he growled,

one had almost taken his life. He had been so concentrated on shooting that deer that it had walked up behind him. He wrestled, it down to the ground before killing it. The old decaying body, now leaving a horrible sent. Making him sick to his stomach, he shook his head, he need to find away to cool himself down. He need to shower He walked into his room, throwing his crossbow on the bed, arrows shortly after it. Then he realized yesterday, had been laundry day. It was late when Beth came to him with his clean clothes; he was busy in his garage. Telling her to bring them to him, the next day.

"Damn it" he said loudly.

Not caring if anyone heard, he could usually control his anger. He was always hard on himself, when not catching anything. He left his room in pursuit of Beth's room. He needed clean clothes; he walked down the hall to her room. He would slip into the room, grab his clothes and leave. Lucky for him, Beth's door was broken, when she moved in. so he wouldn't have to wake her. He had promised her, he would fix it for her.

He placed his hands on the handle, as he pushed lightly hoping not to wake her, or the baby sleeping in the cradle. He sighed quietly in relief, when the door didn't make any noise. He cracked the door open, he was startled when hearing the heavy breathing,

"Nightmares" he thought to himself

They all had them once in a while. He pushed the door open wider; he could at least comfort her some before taking his clothes. His eyes widened at the sight before him.

There she laid spread across her full size bed, she was wearing the flannel cut off that he had given her, and it fit her like a dress. It was wrinkled, and a few buttons were undone. One hand placed under the upper part of fabric, as his eyes traveled down south, he watched as her other hand, worked between her legs. That had a light sheet covering, her hand, and the motion still noticeable. Her head tilted back, mouth open and eyes closed tight.

"Yes" she moaned, her voice sounding like it came straight out of a porno.

He bit his lip, watching a little longer, before realizing it wasn't right. And the fact, that he could be caught not only by Beth, but by any other of the group members. For those few moments, he had forgotten about this morning, and the stench on his clothes. The only thought was how badly, he wanted to be in that bed with Beth. He quickly and quietly, closed the door.

He went to Rick's room, asking to barrow some of his clothes, After his nice cold shower, he disposed of the clothes, and headed into the garage, he was attempting to avoid Beth as long as possible. He had started going though his tool boxes, when he heard some one walk up to the door.

"Good morning," Beth said

He looked over to her, then quickly looking away. She tilted her head

"Nice outfit" she giggled

Daryl apparel of a white t-shirt with sleeves, a pair nice blue jeans with no oil stains. Daryl grunted in response.

"I have your clothes in my room, I can give them to you, unless your to busy" she said

Lifting a brow after grabbing a couple tools. He nodded as she followed behind him to her room.

What are those tools for?" she asked

"To fix ya door" he replied quickly