Watched another interview by Norman on Daryl if he had a romance it would be quote "premature, don't know what I'm doing, awkward. Probably turn into a comedy." Of course I'm not going to write eventually like him all "I don't know what boobs are." But, awkward. Awkward is always awesome. Side note: When characters talk or speak in order to keep the southern accent, words will be purposely misspelled. Grammar Police try not to take notice.

This chapter actually has the beginnings of Daryl and Elle interactions. I feel like before Merle goes missing, Daryl is more of an ass as he hasn't developed his character and seen he has a place in the group. Enjoy.


Something was shaking her shoulder lightly. By the time she registered the movement, her fist flew up in the air as she jolted up in a startle.

WALKER!

"AH!" Glenn's hands flew up to his face in pain, as he stumbled back into a kneel.

Elle paused, her knuckles were tingling. Her mouth fell open upon realizing what she just done, "Glenn!"

"Ugh- is this how you say good morning?" He held the side of his face with one hand, gripping the side of the table with the other before pushing up to a stand. Removing his hand from his face, she saw no blood, but a decent sized mark with obvious red coloring underneath the skin.

She sprung up from her makeshift bed to become level with Glenn. She cupped her hands over her nose and mouth, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." The words were muffled through her hands.

Damn it.

"I'm not used to being woken up. I thought you were a walker or something. I forgot where I was,-" She stopped herself from embarrassed rambling.

He raised a hand up, and she lowered hers from her face, "Next time, I'll just poke you with a stick or something jeez."

Glenn went into the small bathroom and inspected his face in the mirror, opening his mouth and making weird faces as he eyed over his skin. "Awh, man is this gonna bruise?"

Yes it will.

"No….Shouldn't," She remarked, standing in the threshold watching him. She couldn't help the small laugh coming out of her, and tried to cough before looking at him with the most innocent doe eyes she could muster.

He looked over at her, "You pack quite a punch! It's- Oh it is gonna bruise of course." He rubbed at the mark, which started to have a small hint of purple appearing.

"Again-….Really sorry 'bout that." Her southern twang came out more sharply, "I could…I could try and find more berries out in the woods today and give you half my find?"

Glenn touched his skin one last time around the increasingly red mark just under his eye, and then turned to face her, "It was an accident, it's okay." He gave her a half a smile looking down towards the floor.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable with their close proximity as the bathroom was only large enough for one person to fit in properly, "No I insist. I was going to go off anyways to see if I could find something more to eat out there, and whatever I find I'll give you a lot of, cause…well…for that," She pointed at his face, "Besides, you risk your tail going off to the city, you deserve a little something extra."

She tried to give him a half smile, but it came out awkwardly and slanted. He looked up at her and returned the smile, evidently feeling the same off beat in the air. "Sorry again 'bout your face. Next time, just wake me by yelling or somethin'."

"Note taken." His lips parted to a fully smile, and with that she pressed her lips together and gave a small nod, before turning on her heel to gather up her blankets to put in storage.

"Whatchu wake me up for anyways?" She threw everything into an overhead cupboard. She woke up about three times during the night, not used to sleeping for a full eight hours. When she was off on her own, she'd often sleep in two or three hour intervals.

"Landry day." He said, emerging fully from the bathroom and watching her.

Wait what?

"What?" She looked to him.

"We all are going to the quarry- well, most of us. To- uh, you know, wash all the clothes. The rest up here are going to keep watch and collect more firewood."

Elle's body felt more itchy than normal with little prickles running through her skin at the thought of a huge body of water sitting there, just waiting to be felt by her dirt caked skin. Bathing was not common during the end of the world, and any ounce of water she could use to drench herself in, she'd use. The far and in between times, she had access to a river while out alone, she nearly would jump in upon sight of the water.

Exiting the RV, she joined Andrea and helped her gather up piles of clothing to carry down to the quarry. Amy and Jacqui were carrying a tub and washboard filled with clothes as well. Daryl was seated eating left over squirrel he must have cooked for himself. Dale was up on watch again, looking through his binoculars at the mountain range.

"What happened to your face?" Shane asked Glenn as he walked over with his gun resting on his shoulder.

"Uh- I…"

The people around them looked over while continuing their activity.

"I accidently hit 'em." Elle, held in the now humor she felt as Shane's face formed a smirk. She ran her fingers through her currently natted hair that went just past her breasts.

"Okaaaaay," He turned around walking towards Lori, and looked over his shoulder to Elle, before reaching her, "Not gonna ask."

Shane exchanged a few words with Lori, before walking past the group and nodding his head to get a move on. "You stay here Glenn with Ed and Jim. Daryl and I will keep watch of the water." Shane looked at Daryl who was packing his gear, "When's Merle gonna be back from his hunt you reckon?"

"How the hell should I know?" The redneck grumbled before grabbing his crossbow and standing.

Wonder why Merle went off alone. Maybe because they're fighting They need time apart. She thought and suppressed a laugh picturing them to be acting like school children fighting on a playground and then sent off to time out.

Shane lead the group, walking next to Lori and Carl. Carl kept trying to keep pace with the cop, but Lori kept tugging on the back of his shirt to keep him next to her. Carol silently walked in front of Elle. The three blondes of the group kept pace with one another and tried to get Elle in on their conversation of fishing.

"Maybe we could ask Dale to borrow his lines and go fishing soon," Amy suggested.

"I could use a good fish to eat," Andrea's eyes lit up. "You fish Elle?"

"Can't say I'm much good at it. Sounds like something you two will have to do," She shot them a smile.

Elle shot them a smile before glancing over her shoulder to see Daryl walking behind them, with his crossbow out facing downwards, just in case. He was off looking at the trees, not to notice her glance.

The group's big about protecting each other. Good.

A little further down the path, the large body of blue water came into her eye sight, and every inch of her body urged to take a running jump off a rock into the refreshing water. She held in her urges, holding the clothes she had in her hand tighter to let out her impatience. The thought of being able to do what she wanted, when she wanted crossed her mind and her inability to do that while stuck in a group.

Just wait.

They climbed down the path which had a bit too rough of footing for Carol. Carol almost fell, but regained her balance dropping a few articles of clothing in the process. Elle bent down to pick them up for her. They both exchanged a smile and a nod before descending down to the water.

The ladies went to the shore and placed all the clothing on the ground. They filled up the two wash tubs they had and started to get to work. Lori and Amy were the two to make faces whenever a particularly dirty piece of clothing ran through their hands as they scrubbed at them with brushes meant for cleaning dishes. Elle, Andrea, and Carol seemed unphased by the filth, not even hesitating when cleaning clothing that would be considered undergarments. Half hour into scrubbing, nearly a quarter of the clothes had stains on them that were beyond fixing. Shane was standing by the group, chatting with them while Daryl sat off on a rock far back from them. He had a rag in his hand and he was busy cleaning his arrows and crossbow.

"How often should we do this?" Amy asked, putting a shirt into the 'clean as it gets' tub that was not filled with water.

"Every couple days I suppose. Georgia heat ruins everything." Lori placed the pants she was working on in the bin.

Everyone still had the same clothes on from yesterday, Elle wishing she had something else she could change into. Her white tank top was nearly turning another color in some spots. "I'm gonna need to find more clothes."

"When Glenn runs into town tomorrow, we could add that to his list. Maybe he'll find something," Shane proposed.

"Momma always told me never trust a man to do women shopping," Amy laughed.

Elle liked Amy's attitude. Amy tried to keep the group's spirits up even with the tragic situation surrounding them. Cracking a joke here and there did not go unnoticed. Shane did not laugh, but she got a couple chuckles from the girls.

"After the black eye I gave him," Elle looked to Amy with one eye shut to block out the sun in her face, "He'll be getting me size large in everythang in neon pink, just to attract a walker to me as payback."

"Glenn ain't like that, he'll be too worried 'bout insulting you with what he picks for you. We passed through a town once and Sophia needed clothes and-" Jacqui looked to Carol to finish the story.

Carol paused a moment, hesitating before giving a smile, "-…He got her boy clothing. She was mighty upset."

They laughed and Sophia looked up from the insect her and Carl were inspecting, "Gave them to Carl," She had a wide smile on her face.

"Momma can we go swimming?" Carl asked, standing up with Sophia, "It's so hot out."

Oh my god, kid….you are my hero.

"I don't know Carl. I don't want you two in the middle of the waters all alone," She looked up to him cupping a hand over her eyes to shield the sun. "You swim well Sophia?"

She gave a nod and a small agreeable sound from her throat, "I swam in my pool all the time."

"Big difference between a pool and this," Lori gathered up the bin of wet clothing in her hands, "Besides I gotta bring these up to camp for the drying rack."

"I'll go with them." Elle offered, "I haven't been in water for a week. I was most likely gonna go anyways."

"I'm not sure-" Lori started.

"Please mom?"

"Mom can I-" Sophia looked to her mother, who was helping Lori with the bin of wet clothing.

"Mom it's hot out! It will just be ten minutes."

"Ten minutes yeah! Not too long!"

"Pleeeeeease?"

"Alright, alright. It's okay with you Carol?" Lori looked to her clearly frustrated with the children bombarding her with begging. Carol gave a small nod. Lori placed a free hand on Carl's shoulder and made him look straight into her eyes, "Stay within eye sight of Elle. Don't jump off any high cliffs, is that understood?"

Carl gave an obedient nod and looked over to Sophia who was receiving the same talk from Carol.

"Carol and I are gonna bring these up to dry," She looked to Jacqui, Amy, and Andrea, "You guys got the other half of it?"

"Yeah, we got about another twenty minutes of work, we'll bring up the rest once we wash it all." Jacqui said while scrubbing socks against the wash board, "We'll hang this half up if you guys get us a plate ready for lunch."

"Daryl could you stay here, while I escort Lori and Jacqui back to camp?" Shane scratched the top of his while calling to the man cleaning off his crossbow.

"I didn't sign up to be damn babysitter." Daryl mumbled barely audible.

Shane took that as a yes and led his group up the trail, muttering something about stupid rednecks attitude.

Elle lead Carl and Sophia away from the women doing the rest of the laundry and over towards a large flat rock that sat by the edge of a small cliff. The height from where they were was very small, equivalent to a tiny diving board. Sophia was the only one showing a hint of fear from the height, while Carl on the other hand took a running jump off the rock before Elle could even remove her shoes properly.

"Car-" Elle looked over the edge to see Carl waving up at her with a huge smile on his face.

Elle felt a tug on her arm. A pair of hesitant eyes stared back at her.

"Sophia?" She knelt down to be eye level with her, "What's wrong?"

"I-…I'm scared to jump." Sophia mustered the courage to say.

"We could go around and walk in," Elle suggested flashing a smile while placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I wanna jump though." Sophia looked to the ground shyly, "Will you jump with me?"

"Of course," She stood up and held out a hand. Sophia took it and the two walked to the edge of the rock, "You ready?"

Sophia gave a nod and a small grin.

This is going to feel so great. No more sticky sweat. No more dirt. Ahh, beautiful clear water.

"3…2….1." The pair jumped off, hitting the water almost immediately due to the height being so small. A rush of cool water tingled Elle's entire body made her swim to the surface with a huge grin plastered on her face. The feeling of her hair no longer sticking to her head with sweat made her dive under the water once more. Sophia started to laugh as Carl splashed water at her. They swam out to be within view of the women doing laundry. They'd look up every so often at the swimmers giving small smiles and nods.

"Remember what your momma said, don't swim far out. Just stay 'round here," Elle said as she kicked her legs up to float on her back. She stared at the clouds in the sky, every sound of the children's laughter muffled by the water lining her face and blocking her ears. Gentle kicks provided her a slow moving float within the water as she smiled and stared at the sky.

For the first time in a month, she could not be on constant alert. Wading through the water, with other pairs of eyes watching over her, she could let the gnawing feeling of anxiety leave and fill the void with relaxation. Well, as relaxed as she could muster. Her mind traveled to walkers once more, visions of body parts being torn to shreds within the mouths of rotting-

If there's any trouble, the guys will let us know. She shook the thoughts from her head, hiding the small frown that played on her face, by rubbing at her mouth to remove the small droplets of water that rested there.

A sudden weight submerged her legs under water and she let out a quick shriek. The smiled, relieved. Carl let out a toothy grin before he splashed water in her face

"Oh that's how we're playin eh?" Elle grinned and stood on the sandy ground underwater before leaning over and lifting Carl up from under his armpits. He let out an excited cheer as she threw him up in the air to let him hit the water again with a small splash. Once he resurfaced, he immediately splashed her laughing.

"I wanna try!" Sophia insisted, raising her arms up. Elle gave her a nod and a countdown as she placed her hands under Sophia's fragile arms. She was less rough with Sophia as she threw her backwards in the air, making sure to not let her go too high in the air. The three laughed and Elle dove forward to reach a part of the water where she wouldn't be able to touch the bottom.

Elle's bright hazel eyes scanned the observing trees swaying in the light Georgia breeze, past the women ringing out the soaked articles of clothing in their hands, and then rested on the scruffy dirty muscled arms of Daryl rubbing an arrow between a cloth in his hands. His head was raised watching the swimming as he worked. She could not tell due to the distance if he was looking at her or the children. She continued to stare over towards the redneck keeping her mouth underwater. She knew he wouldn't be able to decipher what she was actually looking at either. He seemed to her like a part of the scenic nature that was behind him. The other members of the camp looked out of place, but not Daryl. To her, it looked as if he belonged against the foliage and wild Georgia terrain behind him. Had it not been established he was even there, Elle was sure most wouldn't even notice him sitting on the rock. His quiet manner when no one paid any mind to him, if Merle was there he'd be shouting and hollering up a storm-…. She looked away and met eyes with Amy.

"It nice in there?" Amy yelled over.

"Try it out yourself!" Elle lifted her head completely out of the water, grinning.

Amy considered it looking to Andrea and then stood up running into the water, splashing up waves towards Elle by the time she reached her.

"Oh god!" Amy closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure "This feels wonderful!" She dove under to get entirely drenched and then ran her fingers through her hair pushing it back against her head.

Roughly ten minutes later, the four of them emerged from the water dripping onto the sand. Their clothes hung low and damp on them. Elle remembering she had nothing to change into figured she'd let the sun naturally dry her off.

Dry off… OH SHIT! She looked down; sure enough her filth stained white tank top was pressed tightly to her skin dripping. Her cheeks flooded. It left nothing to the imagination and her white bra underneath was clearly visible. She pinched the fabric around her stomach between her fingers and pulled out the clothing to try and make it less revealing.

Thought that one through well now didn't I?

It was as if Amy read her mind, "I'm sure you could fit into something of mine. Once we get to camp we can change." Amy's eyes scanned over Elle's current situation, just due to the fact it was sort of like a train wreck. You notice and can't help but stare for a moment.

"How was it?" Jacqui smiled at them picking up the tub of remaining clothes to bring back to camp.

"Refreshing."

"Relaxing."

"Sweet!" Carl smiled.

"Let's get you back up to your mom before she starts to worry," Elle suggested.

"Race you!" Carl nudged Sophia and the two broke out into a sprint.

"Hey! Stay with us!" Andrea chased after them, slowed a bit by her tub of clothing in her hands. Jacqui quickly followed.

Elle and Amy stayed behind, grabbing the ends of their shirts and ringing out the bottom to the best of their abilities.

"Wish I had worn something else before I left my house before all the insanity. Can't tell you how cold it can get at night in this damn tank top." Elle, flatted out the fabric and then pinched at it again to keep it from clinging to her skin.

"I have a few extra shirts. You look my size," Amy eyed her over once, "Although I have big hips-"

"You're crazy, look at you!" Elle pointed to Amy's lower figure, "I'd kill for hips like yours. I got a little extra fat on my sides." She placed her hands on her hip bones looking down at herself.

"You have muscle. Don't you start calling that fat," Amy giggled.

Elle let out a yelp at the pulling sensation of something small being ripped off her back. Her hand flew up to back of her left shoulder over the irritated spot. Elle looked to Amy, who was looking slightly past her.

Odd… She turned around to meet Daryl's eyes for a second before seeing a well sized leech between his fingers. She brought her hand back to the front of her to see a little bit of blood on her palm.

"We done with the damn games and swimmin' already?" He threw the leech to the ground and stomped his boot on it. He glanced up and then chewed at his thumbnail, as his eyes averted downward towards the revealing fabric clinging against Elle's skin and bra and scanned over it for less than a second. It was so quick she did not even know if it actually happened, but she knew the walk into camp would gain some stares. She silently wished Amy was wearing something white as well.

He walked past them towards camp, silently the obvious signal to get a move on.

Once he was some distance ahead of her Amy spoke with a small smirk fixed on her face, "Well, that was polite."

"Least he got the sucker off," She looked back at her shoulder, moving her skin towards her in an attempt to see the small gash left by the leech.

"Could of warned you," Amy started to walk.

"Merle better not be back," Elle changed subjects.


Elle sighed, lavishing in the feeling of fresh clothes covering her skin. Amy supplied her a pair of jeans and a new blue tank top.

Her original clothes were strung up next to all the laundry drying on bits of rope tied between two trees that barely hit the sun. Lunch was canned noodle soup that Dale had a bountiful supply of. Elle chatted with Amy and Andrea for the most part, talking about food they liked when they had access to the working kitchen.

Lori and Carol took charge of cleaning the dishes and everyone else went around camp to relax for a bit. Andrea brushed out Amy's hair for her while Elle and Glenn sat nearby. Glenn's face was an even darker shade of purple than earlier and it took every ounce of will power to not stare at it while talking to him.

"I think I'm gonna go off and find stuff," Elle stood up. "Gotta grab my bag and bat."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Glenn offered.

"Naw, I'll be fine," She swatted a hand in the air, before going to the RV to retrieve her bat. "I'll be back soon enough."

"Get out of my damn way yah pig." A rowdy voice echoed.

"Perfect timing," Elle looked at Glenn, "I'm leaving before that man gets anywhere near me."

"Couldn't find one damn squirrel-" Merle's voice continued to boom throughout camp.

Glenn sighed looking back to see Merle kicking over a log and spitting out curses. He looked back to Elle, "Great. Leave me with the racist."

"Hey, I'll be back soon enough! If anyone is looking for me, let them know where I went okay?"

"You didn't even ask Shane or Dale?" Glenn's eyes widened, "You crazy?"

"I can take care of myself. Don't need no damn permission slips to go off on my own." Elle let her bat rest behind her shoulders. "I'll be back in an hour or so."

Elle gave him a nod before entering the woods. It took a while before she stopped hearing Merle's yells vibrate against the trees. From what she could make of it, he did not catch anything and was now attempting to get high and Shane was yelling up a storm at him.

Walking along the leave littered floor of the forest, she found a sense of urgency today to find food. The soup from lunch did not fill her up as the proportions were small. With Merle's hunt running dry today as well, she didn't know what dinner would be for their group. She looked up at the tree lined sky. The sun was peeking through the branches, hitting her in the eye every so often. Elle liked looking at the sun not only because it was her source of time, but also a bit of a reality check that some things in life were still the same. The sun was still rising and falling every day without falter.

She ended up at a swampy bit of territory, doing her best to avoid stepping in the sinking ground by stepping on fallen trees and logs. She spotted a couple mushrooms on the ground nearby and inspected them.

Edible.

She picked them and placed them in her tin, brushing off the bits of dirt on them beforehand deciding to rinse them with her water. Walking for another ten minutes, a couple rustling leaves caused her to jump and spin around with bat wielded outward.

If there's a walker, I'll see him comin'

It was a sentence she had told herself many times while wandering Georgia by herself.

They didn't see it coming….Now focus. No past dwelling dumbass.

Climbing up the side of an incline, she gripped the tree in front of her to steady herself. There she spotted another blackberry bush. She crept over kneeling by its leaves and pulling a couple of the berries up to her mouth to satisfy her current hunger. The one she pulled had a caterpillar on it, and she shook it off of the fruit.

"Get outta here buggar…This one's mine." She smirked and placed it in her mouth before quickly picking out. Eating more than she realized, her fingers halted and placed the ones within their grasp in the tin.

Gotta conserve.

Elle walked back into camp heading to the RV to sit inside and rest a bit. She sat at the table and leaned back in her seat letting her arms hang loosely by her sides. The door opened to the RV and Shane entered and approached her with a raised eyebrow. His lips were pressed tightly together.

"Where the hell you been?" There was no sense of humor in his tone.

"I just went for a walk." Elle looked back and forth from him to the table, where she now folded her hands upon.

"Yeah well you're part of this camp now, and by being part of it we don't wander off by ourselves or without telling Dale or I where you're going," He walked closer, resting a hand on the opposite side of the table, leaning on its edge. "I thought we made that clear to you."

He's purposely standing above you right now. She thought, rolling her eyes. Tryin' seem all tough.

"I don't need a babysitter," She kept her eyes locked to his.

"I don't think you realize the extent of the situation we're in right now."

Are you fucking kidding me?

"The hell that supposed to mean?" Elle didn't hide the malice in her voice from his outrageous words, "Yeah I realize the extent of the situation, but I also know I made it a month without an escort, and I don't need one now. You don't go off tellin' this same speal to the Dixon's when they go off and hunt now do yah?" Something in his eyes, she did not like. A red flag went off in her head almost instantly. Not able to pinpoint it, just a gut feeling overcame her that something was off.

He placed the palm of his hand over his mouth a moment and wiped downward letting his hand linger on his chin as he looked at her, "That's a different-"

"How so? They go off whenever they want." She was getting irritated with Shane's voice. His tone gave off the vibe that he deemed himself better than everyone around him.

He took a deep exhale, "Look, I know where you are coming from, but I've had this conversation with Andrea before too. You women don't realize the dangers of going off alone."

There it is!

"It's because I'm female." She quirked an eyebrow. Oh hell no you did not.

"Look I don't wanna fight 'bout this-"

Her fists clenched as anger took over and her skin tingled along her arms and spine.

Calm down. Not worth it. Don't get kicked out of this camp already.

"Then we're done here." She stood up with him still a good height above her. She didn't break eye contact even when she was close to him. "I'm gonna go outside now."

He moved to the side, lifting his hands in the air as if a gun was a pointed and let her brush past him. She paused at the doorway, clutching her backpack in one hand.

Goddamn it.

"I'll tell you when I leave next time."

Weak, weak, weak. The worded echoed in her head. Had to give in. Barely know these people. Can't anger the leader.

Had it been Dale who said that to her or anyone else, she'd have flipped over the scattered things on the table in front of her and started yelling. There was a reason she was a lawyer. She could argue until everyone listened, but did know when the judge banged his gavel it was time to calm it down. Currently Shane was the judge, and she'd like to remain within the courtroom for now.

If he said anything more about the matter- She had to end the conversation before it went deeper. She knew how to hold in her anger to a point. She didn't need the camp knowing she had issues this early. She enjoyed being right in a conversation. If yelling and screaming was a conversation. She started to think back to a court case where she nearly made the defense lawyer cry when she yelled-

No. Stop. Again, think of the now. Not the past.

The sun was starting to set and T Dog was busy trying to get the fire lit. Elle found her spot next to Glenn and Amy by the soon to be working fire pit.

Dale pulled over a fold up chair and sat on the other side of Glenn, "Well, I have more beans we could eat tonight. I'm telling you though, my stock of food is going down quickly."

"Tomorrow, I'll grab a lot," Glenn said.

"If anyone needs something for Glenn to see if he can grab tomorrow, think of a list you could write," Shane's voice rumbled as he emerged from the RV. He threw two cans of beans at T Dog, who caught them with ease. The flame had just caught to a log and Jacqui was throwing bits of dried moss onto the fire to keep it going.

"No guarantees," Glenn added in with a little stammer to his voice. "Just let me know by tomorrow."

By the time the beans were fully cooked the sun had now set behind the mountains. The chatter amongst the group and the crackling of the fire was the only sound left in the night air. Shane was the one passing out the helpings of beans and it didn't escape Elle's notice that he gave her a little more than Glenn's bowl had next to her. She figured that was his unseen apology to her. She gave him a small smile and a nod.

If things were gonna be like this every day she could handle it. It sure as hell beat wandering alone on the side of the road, climbing trees to sleep in at night. She spent her free time chatting with Glenn, Dale, Amy, and Andrea the most so far slowly getting to know about each person and their personality. She often redirected the conversation whenever they tried to turn it onto about her. Elle did not like to talk much about herself, instead preferred to be a listener to their conversation and adding input on things that had to do with their lives.

Merle emerged from his tent wiping his nose. It humored Elle to see upon the man's approach to the fire, everyone started to pack up their things and head towards their tents. Merle didn't take notice as he sat down next to his brother and licked his lips.

"I'm gonna go up on watch," Shane said to Lori, placing a hand on her shoulder. She rested her hand on his, patting it a couple times and muttering a word of worry.

"Wanna go to the RV?" Glenn asked Elle.

She considered her options, making eye contact with Merle who was obviously coked out on whatever the hell he had in his stash.

"Yeah I do," She followed Glenn to the RV and the two set up their blankets. Obviously not tired yet, the two went through Dale's book collection and picked at its contents trying to find one that they could start reading during free time. Glenn asked Elle's opinion on a couple of them, some of which she knew about and some she had no idea about. The two were discovered by Dale who entered the RV to get some sleep, as the books were in the bedroom towards the back. He came in and pointed out books that they might like at this point, and then told them he was getting some shut eye.

Glenn sat at the table reading a book about technology, resting his head in his hand.

Some good that will do us now.

Elle was reading some Stephen King book while laying down on her blankets. She looked up at Glenn who gave a bored look, squinting his eyes.

"Hey wait-," She sat up, and reached for her backpack underneath the table, "-almost forgot."

She reached in digging out the tin that held the mushrooms and berries and held it out in front of her towards Glenn, "Help yourself."

He took a handful and smiled wide at her, "Thank you, I'm still so hungry."

"How's your eye?" She took a handful for herself and picked at it from her palm while she spoke.

He batted a hand in the air, "It's fine, can't even feel it anymore."

Liar.

"Well, let's not have a repeat of yesterday," She joked as he closed the book in his hand and scooted over to his own bed. They exchanged their goodnights and ate the rest of their helping before getting comfortable.

Elle ended up tossing and turning for a good hour and even when she found a position that suited her comfort level, her eyes would not remain shut. Glenn's soft snores were sounding particularly loud to her and bounced off the RV walls into her head causing a sudden aching in her temple.

Ah, this is why I liked sleeping alone.

Shifting to turn over in an attempt to fall asleep once more, her leg hit the side of the counter right in a spot that shot chills throughout her leg and temporary numbness. She let out a strained noise and sat up.

Okay fuck this.

Silently, she stood up grabbing her backpack and walked outside of the RV towards the dying fire. There was a little bit of flames left but mostly dying red embers. She reached over towards the pile of logs and threw a couple on it. The camp was silent and all lanterns within the tents were shut off, giving a peaceful vibe to the air as the survivors slept. She sat down on a log close to the fire and glanced over her shoulder when she heard the soft clanking of metal.

Shane climbed off the ladder to the RV roof and walked over to her. He stopped a couple feet from her, letting his large gun rest on the floor, holding and leaning on it with one hand.

"Can't sleep?" He asked.

Obviously.

"Mmmhm," She nodded at him, turning away to stare at the flickering flames that caught on her newly added log.

"I didn't mean to come atcha earlier, I just gotta enforce the rules. I just want 'veryone safe-"

She cut him off, "I know…Sorry if I sounded defensive. It's just not what I'm used tah."

Ugh. Kissing ass right now.

"S'okay. You ain't gonna go off in the woods right now right?" He rubbed his chin, scratching in the five o'clock shadow growing in.

His eyes.

She focused back on his face, more specifically his eyes. She did not like them. At first she found him attractive, but now something kept tugging at her gut that he was dangerous when angry. His eyes were the only explanation for this.

I'm observing things too closely right now. She always did. She picked up on the little stuff, like the way Lori went off earlier to collect more firewood when it wasn't needed and Shane said he'd help her. She noticed Lori's zipper was undone once she returned and Shane had a particularly noticeable scratch mark on his left arm.

"Naw, I'm gonna sit right here. I could go on watch if yah want. I don't think I can sleep well right now. You look exhausted." She offered with the best fake smile she could muster.

Just go away.

"You damn women-"

There it is again! Her grip on the log beneath her tightened as she focused deeply on the fire which had grown to a decent flame.

"-and you're worrying. I'll be fine. I'm wide awake," He chuckled and went back to his post on the roof.

Sitting alone was a relief. She leaned forward letting her arms lean on her knees, hunching her back to watch the fire. No snoring, no uncomfortable floor, no Shane and his thoughts on women being inferior, no-

Rustling came from the woods across from the fire. Instantly she straightened up in her seat and was about to stand up before Daryl emerged from the woods, tugging on his pants as if they were falling down.

"Jeez, thought you was a walker." She said, returning to her hunched position, looking at him.

"Guy can't take a piss in peace?" His sleeveless shirt that obviously used to be white and was now a light brown caked color had a couple leaves on it. He brushed them off as he sat on a log diagonally across from her, "The hell you doin' out here?"

She gave a small shrug of her shoulders, "Couldn't sleep."

"Makes two of us," He said while pulling out a lighter and pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He placed one in his mouth and cupped a hand near the end while lighting it, squinting until it lit.

She felt the hairs on her arms stand up at the smell of the smoke hitting her faintly.

That would help me sleep.

She almost wanted to get closer to where he was seated just to inhale the smoke's mixture coming out of his mouth as he exhaled. Her fists clenched.

I need one…badly.

She was so transfixed on the little red glowing tip of the stick hanging out of his mouth, she did not realize he was giving her a perplexed look at her staring. Coming to the realization, she looked down and kept her silence. Small talk wasn't really her thing. The rest of the camp had spoken to her first, which was easy enough. People who talked to you, gave you the option of a response and normally one that would come very naturally and easy. She wouldn't often start the conversation ever.

Placed by the fire near a person who never initiates conversation as well or small talk, meant utter silence. Not that it wasn't welcomed by her; she preferred it most of the time.

It just was a bothersome situation as she desperately wanted to bum a light from him and he seemed the type not to give out handouts to just anyone. If she knew him better, she'd feel more confident in asking him, but the man literally was isolated from the camp half the time. She honestly would have more confidence asking Merle for one, even though she knew it would consist of a snarky sexual comment.

Ah- to hell with it.

"Can I bother you for one?" She looked at him once more. His hair was spiking out on the sides as if he had been wearing a hat, but it was clearly due to the sweat and lack of hygiene. His brown pants wrinkled up as he stretched his legs forward, crossing his boots at the end which were covered in mud. He leaned back, letting the smoke from his lungs out much longer than needed and he watched the smoke disappear in front of his eyes before looking to her.

"Nope," He responded, "How the hell am I suppose to know if chinaman will be able to find more of these in the city? I ain't giving charity here."

She had noted his box seemed pretty full when he opened it, but understood the lack of supplies. If it was her, she wouldn't give her stash to just anyone.

Stash….

"I figured you'd say that, but how 'bout I trade yah?" She started to reach in her bag, glancing at Daryl to see he seemed uninterested. "I went out today and got more fruits and shit. You can have some in exchange for one."

"I'm all set." The tobacco rose to his lips once more and he inhaled deeply. He either didn't realize or didn't give a damn how much of a tease the cigarette was to her at the moment.

Staring in the face something that every inch of her body craved for to be running in her bloodstream.

Damn bastard…I thought for sure-

"Well, the offer is always on the table, if you get hungry." She proposed, picking at a mushroom from the tin and eating it, before returning the tin to her bag.

"I hunt. I ain't gonna go hungry." He patted his crossbow which was leaning against the log next to him. The way it was propped on the log made it seem like it was its own person with its own seat next to Daryl.

Elle's hands twiddled together and she cracked a couple of them idly, "Merle didn't bring back anything today though-"

"Bad luck." He took another drag and then spit on the ground by his boot.

"Or he can't keep quiet when the animals 'round him." She mused.

"Don't see you or anyone else going out there huntin'. Can't expect something all the time." He sounded offended and cold, which was not the response she expected.

She grew slightly irritated. Damn idiot is twisting my words.

"Don't mean it like that- meant he's a loud mouth," She folded her arms across her chest.

Daryl didn't respond, instead throwing his bud into the fire and spitting once more. She looked to his crossbow once more, to avoid awkward eye contact.

Speaking of Merle, the other Dixon brother emerged from his tent and walked over to the fire. A grin was not gone unnoticed by Elle once he spotted her.

"Well what'd we have here? Sorry to interrupt your little date, but I damn well can't sleep." Merle sat down on a log that was off to the left of Elle, so he was between Daryl and her.

Daryl made a face ignoring the comment and hacked up another spit, wiping his mouth afterwards and hunching over into a similar position of Elle's current one.

"Some date," The older Dixon let out a 'pfftt' after a couple minutes of silence, "You both are such big talkers."

Elle noticed he had some white powder underneath his nose faintly and rolled her eyes.

"Ain't no date," Daryl's tone rose up slightly giving attitude to his brother. "Came out tah take a piss and smoke."

"Well….why you out here sweet thang?" Merle's tongue slid over his lips.

Ughhhhhh…

"Couldn't sleep."

He won't remember anything I say to him in the morning anyways.

"I could help you with that." He proposed, sliding to the end of his log closer to Elle, "Need to get tired?" His eyes traced down her legs. Although she was on a completely different log than him, she subconsciously slid to the opposite side of her seat.

"You don't back down do yah?" She gave him an amused smirk, playing into it. Her urge to throw a fist on the side of his jaw grew every moment his toothy grin appeared.

"It's the end of the fucking world way I see it," He lifted his hands in the air as if welcoming in a crowd. "Ain't no one left anymore, so why not?"

"Standards," Elle replied.

"Don't matter no more." He looked her head to toe once more and then locked eyes with her. It made her uncomfortable, but she held her ground trying to keep her eyes on his.

"I don't know who you think I am, but I ain't no corner broad," Elle rose her tone a little.

"Never said you was."

"Then stop acting like I am and stop pestering me. I ain't interested."

Merle suddenly stood up with his fists clenched, the drugs clearly messing with his emotions. "Bitch you need to shut your mouth. You respect your elders. My offer should be a damn honor, don't see me going after those other two bimbos."

"Merle…" Daryl looked to him, obviously used to his brother's outbursts.

"You do though," Elle retorted, "when they're around. If Amy or Andrea was out here you'd be tryin' to get with all three of us."

Daryl gave Elle a look making it clear she should keep her mouth shut, but before Elle could speak anymore, Merle kicked the dirt and hacked up a cough. "Goin' fer a walk. I've had enough of this bitch she ain't worth it."

When he was out of range, Elle let out a small groan of annoyance, "He's gonna get killed walkin' out there alone."

"No he ain't," Daryl rested a hand on his knee bending his elbow as if leaning his entire upper body on that arm. His elbow was on his knee with his other hand drooping off the side in between the open space of his parted legs. "Merle's tough as nails. I'm not worried 'bout him."

"He's clearly on drugs though," Elle pestered taking her annoyance with Merle out on Daryl with her tone. "He's a coke head."

"Hey!" Elle jumped at his suddenness, "He's still my brother. Watch your mouth woman."

"Well he needs to watch his. Can't say two words to him without him tryin' to get me in bed with 'em," She unfolded her arms and leaned back on the log, watching the fire once more.

"That's just Merle fer yah. Just gotta get used to it," Daryl coughed a little, before rubbing at his eye.

"Sorry if I ain't used to being looked at like an all you can eat buffet," Elle scoffed.

"Damn women are too sensitive," Daryl grabbed his crossbow and made for his tent, clearly done with the conversation.

"What is with you men and your need to point out gender?"

"You still talkin'?" He called back as he opened his tent flap.

"Shut up," She called to him, but couldn't tell if he even heard as he was already in his tent. Not wanting to be out alone when Merle returned, she went to bed herself.


"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Elle was seated near Amy's tent, sitting on a cooler when she overheard Lori and Shane speaking nearby. Elle had spent the beginning half of her day helping pass out the dry clothing to everyone at camp. She changed into her original white tank top and brown cargo pants, returning the borrowed clothing to Amy. Afterwards, she had spent time helping her fellow blondes out scrubbing Dale's canoe out so in a few days they could fish on it.

"He came back with nothing?" Lori repeated. Elle looked out of the corner of her eyes at Lori who had a hand on her temple.

"Merle said he couldn't find anything out there to hunt again," Shane pressed his lips together. Elle quickly looked back at the brush she was scrubbing with not wishing to be caught eavesdropping.

"Why didn't he take Daryl again with him today?" Lori let out in a harsh whisper. "He's the one who captured the most squirrels."

"Said he didn't need his brother's help. Think he wants to prove something, or he's just fucking crazy." Shane stepped closer.

"This is getting out of hand, you told him to bring Daryl and he didn't listen. Daryl sat around all day cleaning his crossbow. Merle uses a gun for Christ sake too. He's gonna alert every walker for miles. He needs to listen to you. We don't have much left to eat."

"Glenn is coming back from town shortly. Food was his priority. Don't worry Lori, we'll figure this out. Come on, we can go find some mushrooms or something later. There's always a solution to our problems. Just trust me. I'll figure it out." The pair separated, with Lori going off to find Carl and Shane walking over to Dale who was on watch.

As if on cue the sound a tires against rocky terrain made Elle look up from her spot over towards the dirt path where a truck was pulling up. It came to a stop and Glenn emerged, carrying his backpack in his hands instead of on his back. A couple of people approached him as he set it down on a log. Elle walked over giving him a smile, genuinely glad he was back safe and sound. He started removing a plastic bag from within one of the slots in his knapsack, "This is all the food. Bunch of canned stuff."

"I'll start dinner," Lori scooped up the bag and walked towards the fire pit, where Carl was helping Shane gather up wood.

Glenn handed various goods to people who asked for random odds and ends. Carol needed new shoes for Sophia and Jim needed a couple rags.

"Here, I hope these fit," Glenn handed Elle a stack of clothes. A couple plain shirts and a pair of jeans was in her hands and she shot another smile to Glenn not bothering to fix the strands of blonde hair that cascaded over her face from looking down at her new possessions. Looking at him through her locks, she noticed his eyes twinkled at her in certain way. His smiled twitched a bit as he tried his best to keep his eyes locked with hers-

Oh no.

"Thanks Glenn-…. I'm gonna put this stuff away," Her smile faded as she turned to the RV.

"I gotta give Daryl and Merle their cigarettes anyways. See you at dinner." Glenn headed towards the Dixon tent.

He likes me.

The shy looks, the overwhelming smile on his face, and the stammering in his tone that was almost always present when he was near her.

Shit. I'm eight years older than him. He'll get over it. It's just because a female is paying attention to him. It's the end of the world. He's scared. She told herself. It was a gut feeling and her gut feelings were not often wrong. She'd seen the look in his eyes before from other various guys that wanted her back in college-

No, that life doesn't exist anymore. Stop thinking so much damn.

She wouldn't purposely act different around Glenn to make him get a hint of her unromantic feelings towards him, as she had to remind herself she could be reading too into everything. She wasn't damn psychic. She'd only known Glenn a couple days now, and perhaps it was how he acted around all females. Although he was most certainly less smiley around Andrea and Amy. Sometimes she wished she didn't pick up small details as easily as she could, as it brought unnecessary thinking to her plate sometimes. Brushing those thoughts out of her head, she picked up the book from the counter top that she was slowly reading through and sat down to pass the time. Reading for her transformed into being staring at the book and spacing out on the small white margins to the left of the words. Every so often she'd look outside at the mountain range and the sun setting behind the tree fringed tops of Georgia's rocky landscape. Lori's voice broke her from her idle thoughts and she went outside to be handed a plate of food by Shane. Their meal was a small helping of pasta without sauce or butter to add flavor. Elle and Jacqui volunteered to do dishes tonight, which was washing the plates out in a bucket of water and storing them back in the RV to dry.

The summer night was a bit cooler than most and Elle grabbed a blanket from inside to bring with her to the fire. Glenn went off to bed, exhausted from his run into town. Everyone chatted by the fire, as the number surrounding the orange and red glow slowly went down as the hours into the night went on. Eventually it was just Elle alone by the fire and she figured out she was the most insomniac of the group. Wishing her sleeping pattern was better, she buried her face into her knees siting on the ground instead of a log in order to scoot closer to the warm flames.

"You just sit out here every night now?" A familiar raspy voice pulled her face away from her blanket covered knees.

"Guess so," Elle looked over to see Daryl emerging from nearly the same spot as yesterday. Today he sat on a log that was off to the right of where she sat, diagonally from her. "You take a piss same time every night?"

"Guess so," He shuffled in his seat getting comfortable and placing his crossbow carefully down next to him.

"Where'd you get that?" She pointed at his crossbow, "Smart to have silent weapons now a days."

"Seriously? Girl, you ask some dumb questions." He sounded annoyed, "I own it. Always had it in my truck before this shit happened. Just wish I brought more damn arrows with me," He stretched his arms out in the air, before dropping them to his thighs.

"Wish I had something like that, all I got is my damn bat and gun," She scrunched up her mouth to the side and twitched her nose.

"You know how to use it?" It was as if he could see right through her and knew the answer.

Well, if he didn't think women were weak already….

"No," She said very quickly, "But, I know how to use my bat to smack the fuck outta those ugly sons of bitches." She added in the last part to divert away from the fact she didn't know how to use her other weapon.

He let out a 'tsk' noise from his lips and smacked the side of his arm where a bug had bit him, "Might wanna learn. You get a group of those things-" he trailed his eyes up to hers before looking down and shaking his head "- a bat ain't gonna do the trick."

"I know that," She stopped herself from letting her tone show her slight offended mindset, "Not gonna ask someone to teach me, it be a waste of bullets and time. Even if I did figure out how it worked, can't just be expected to aim correctly right off the bat. I'll be fine."

He took a cigarette that was behind his ear out and lit it. He looked at the burning tobacco in his hands and then to Elle. His stomach made a faint rumbling sound and he tried to muffle it with his hand in vain. "Your offer still good?"

"Hmm?"

He pulled out his pack of cigarettes, "Chinaman got me and Merle couple packs…and what with Merle not getting anything on his hunt- is your offer still good?"

"Yeah course," She earned a rolling of the eyes from Daryl, from the excitement in her voice. Reaching within her backpack, she pulled out her tin and stood up. Extending her hand, she offered him the container, "Take the rest of it, its 'bout half way full."

"This-," He held up a lone cigarette and raised his brows, "-is worth all that?"

Elle chose her words wisely, "I'll take what I can get."

He reached back into the pack and pulled two more out, "Take three. I got four more packs till the next trip to the city."

"Thank you," She said with sincerity in her voice. He did not return the thanks, but held the tin in his hands and slowly started to pick at its contents.

"You got a lighter?" She asked, already knowing the answer. She decided to sit on the opposite end of the log he was on, knowing she'd want to have all three cigarettes right then and there and she sure as hell did not feel like getting up every time she needed to light the damn things.

He tossed at her a small lighter and she caught it. Flicking the flame to life with her thumb, she placed the cigarette in her mouth which was salivating from just the smell of the unlit tobacco so close to her nose. She inhaled the warm smoke and held it within her lungs for a few moments savoring its taste.

God…it's been too long.

Her entire body relaxed as she let the smoke out through her mouth gently and quickly took another drag off it.

"Where's your brother?" She asked Daryl as he puffed his own cigarette in between eating the blackberries on his lap. She felt more confident in speaking while smoking. The old saying was always that there is no stranger on a smoker's bench.

Well in this case a smoker's log. She shifted on the wooden seat, crossing her legs.

"Sleeping, I assume. I ain't his damn overseer." Daryl coughed a moment, before rubbing his lips with his palm. He took another drag off his cigarette and looked at her for a moment. "Why? Want me to get 'em for you?"

"No!" Her answer came out of her mouth rather quickly. "Just wondering. Hadn't seen him by the fire earlier…. or you for that matter. Where'd you guys go?"

"Ate by our tents."

"Why?"

"Why not?" He responded shortly.

Wow….is this how I talk to people? She thought, realizing he did the same thing as her. He diverted the conversation away from himself often and refused to give answers to questions. No I don't sound like that, at least I'm polite when I do it. He acts more like how I talk to Shane, when he talks to anyone.

"Dunno, doesn't matter," She inhaled more nicotine and shut her eyes for a brief moment before releasing the entrapped smoke from her lungs.

This conversation is going so many places right now!

Smoker's bench logic didn't apply to Daryl apparently. Often Elle would talk to people outside bars and she could get them to talk up a storm about themselves, which would entertain her and pass the time. She'd always give short answers back and word responses in a manner that would make them have to dive more into personal stories about themselves. Perhaps that's why people in bars men would often enjoy talking with her as men; she learned this very early on, loved to talk about themselves. She was the type to let men talk about themselves.

But this was not the case for the sleeveless redneck sitting a couple feet from her.

They smoked thier cigarettes and almost in complete tandem threw their buds as far as they could and lit up another to smoke.

Halfway through her smoke, the silence didn't bother her anymore. In fact it was comfortable. If she was with Glenn or Amy they'd fill every spot of air with constant chatter not liking the silence, but Daryl did not care in the slightest about it. Elle glanced up and saw Daryl's eyes quickly shift back to the fire.

"It's getting too damn cold at night," It finally spoke for the first time without probing through his teeth. He stood up and grabbed another log to place on the fire. He sat back in the same spot and blew out smoke without removing the cigarette from between his lips.

"Dunno how the hell you got no sleeves on right now," She tugged her blanket tighter around herself.

He shrugged as a response and snorted, wiping underneath his nose. "Suppose to hunt tomorrow. Think it's gonna rain."

"How can you tell?" She threw her butt into the fire and kept her remaining cigarette tucked behind her ear for later.

"Clouds," He threw his bud to the ground and stomped on it letting small sparks of red scatter into the dirt. "Gonna be a pain in the ass."

"Why didn't you go the past two days?" Elle asked.

"Merle," He said flatly.

"Merle?"

He gave her a look as if she was stupid for asking that, "Yeah, I said Merle."

"That's hardly a response."

"Well it's my response. Why the hell haven't you gone the past three?"

Is it that hard to say why he didn't go hunting? It's not even a personal question.

"I don't know how to hunt animals." Elle tried her best to sound calm.

"Exactly. None of you damn people know how to and leave it up to us. Fucking Lori-," He threw his arm up towards the direction of her tent, "-bitched today 'bout Merle showing up with nothin' but I don't see anyone else offering to go out." Daryl's voice did not hide the pent up anger that was slowly seeping through.

That's it, I've had it!

"You're twisting my words 'round," Elle rolled her eyes, irritated. "If I knew how to hunt, I'd offer to help, but I'm sure none of these people know how. I don't care that Merle didn't come back with nothing, I was just wondering why he went off alone past two days. Thought you went together all the time."

"Me and him ain't married. He can do his own thing and I can do mine," Daryl kicked the dirt where he sat, as the muscles in his arms visibly tensed up.

"You're gonna wake up the whole camp if you don't keep it down," Elle folded her arms across her chest.

"Whatever, they shouldn't be all so damn peaceful and sleeping in the middle of what the hell is going on with this world." Daryl purposely raised his voice.

"I'm positive no one is sittin' in their tent peacefully, Daryl," She spoke his name out loud for the first time increasing her attitude with each word spoken.

"Well they all be puttin' their lives in the hands of one guy sittin' on the roof thinkin' he's fucking dictator or something 'round here," Daryl pointed to Shane sitting on the roof in the distance.

"He's just tryin' create order-"

"Think there's such a thing as order when dead people are walkin' around?" Daryl's eyes narrowed as he looked at her from the tops of his eyes, head lowered as he straightened up in his seat.

"I think-" She paused, swallowing the lump of irritation in her throat, "-we are part of a group now, and have to try and work together to get through this."

"Now you're just sounding like that joke of a cop!" Daryl's hands picked at the log's bark and threw whatever he could pull off of it into the fire.

"I didn't say I agreed with him fully or that we should listen to every single thing he says. I'm just sayin' we all gotta try to get along-"

"And what?" He interrupted her, "Live happily ever after?"

"No I-"

"This ain't no story book, princess. The way I see it, it's gonna be only the smart and strong that survive."

Elle threw her hands up exhausted with the redneck twisting her words around, "Will you just stop talkin'?! Can't say one thing to you without you takin' it outta context. God, don't know if I'd rather be talkin' to Merle at this rate."

"I'll be sure to let him know you're thinking 'bout him when he wakes up. In fact, I'll go wake him up right now-" Daryl rose up and started for his tent.

Elle quickly stood up and threw the lighter at him hitting him in the chest, "Will you fucking stop being such an ass!"

He turned on his heel quickly, picking up the lighter and throwing it back at her, aiming more towards her lower legs.

"Then stop running yer damn mouth woman." He walked back over towards the fire, picking his lighter up for the second time in front of her feet.

"You're the one twisting my words around." She glared down at him and had to force her gaze up as he stood up straight with the lighter in his hands. He was now the closest he'd ever been to her, with his face a good foot away, eyes glaring down at her with his chin held up high. He let out an exaggerated short breath from his nose and turned to sit back down on the log.

She went over to a different log.

"Ain't you lawyer? You're the one that's has a job where twisting words is part of everyday life. Isn't it? Don't be blaming me for it. You're probably the queen bee o' twistin' words." Daryl lit another cigarette, perhaps to calm himself down at this point.

"Being a lawyer has nothing to do with anything." She spat.

"Oh yeah?" Daryl raised an arm up, "What stupid prep school you graduate from that taught you how to speak the way you do?"

"Doesn't matter now does it?" Elle spat and looked towards the fire.

"Aye! Don't go yelling at me for not answering a dumb question from you when first day of camp yah don't tell a soul what the fuck your town name is even. Hypocrite." Daryl said standing up at this point.

Whoa…He has a good memory. He picks up on stuff real quick.

Dale had said a couple days ago that Daryl was smarter than he let on, and now she was slowly starting to see that.

"Well what the fuck ever, who cares? I don't even remember what question you didn't wanna answer earlier now even," Elle stood up as well, "I'm just gonna go to bed."

"Don't need to tell me that." Daryl folded his arms across his chest, letting his cigarette hang low from his mouth.

You asshole.

The urge to hit him across the face crossed her mind, but she quickly turned and headed off to sleep.


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