Thank you reviewers! It means a lot that people read my stuff. I know the last chapter had a lot of confusion that was just a look into West's past. This chapter is normal. Enjoy!

I yawned and stretched as I woke up. A few rays of sunlight peeked through the opening in the tent. Looking over I saw Andrea, the chick they stuck me with. I hadn't had a chance to really talk to her, but judging from the remarks my new "friend" Daryl had made; bunking with Andrea would not be fun. I grabbed a t-shirt, and a pair of green cargo pants. My hair was a mess, it went a little above my elbows, and was frizzed and curled beyond repair. I truly missed my hair straightner. That thought brought a smile to my face. I rolled my eyes, damn zombie things. Changing quickly and pulling my hair up into a pony tail, I went outside. Lori sat doing laundry on a nearby rock, Carol too. Carl and Sophia were playing tag. I didn't see any of the guys. That made me very nervous. I would rather do gnarly guy stuff, then be a makeshift domestic diva.

"Hey West!" Lori said waving me over towards them. I rolled my eyes, let the games begin. Slowly, I walked over. Carol made some space for me, and patted the rock.

"Don't worry, we don't bite." Carol added. God, I thought, I think I would handle it better if you did bite; I think I like maggot pies (zombies, walkers ,ect.) better then these woman. Slowly I sat down. Please god, I DON'T WANT TO DO LAUNDRY! Both women smiled at me, it took a while before anyone said anything.

"So what does West stand for?" Lori asked, folding a piece of cloth in her hand.

"West stands for West." I replied blankly, looking up at the clouds.

"Oh…?" Lori stated. At that very moment, Daryl and Glenn came out of the woods. Daryl pointed at me and laughed.

"Look te touf gurl is a wumen efter al." he hunched over from laughter. That was it; I don't take crap from anybody. I got up, fists clenched, marched my way up to the jerk. Putting all of my anger into this punch, I rammed my fist into Daryl's jaw.

"Shut the hell up, you stupid redneck!" I pushed him to the ground, and started punching him.

Daryl's POV

In that moment, a thought popped into my head. Regina. Regina. Regina. This girl beating the crap out of me, was like my Regina.

Regina Haro, was my fiancé, until we split up. She was beyond tough, she could kick any mans butt. If there was anything she went easy on, it was the eyes. Prettiest girl, I've ever saw. She had a heart of stone though; no one could get in, not even me. A flashback suddenly flooded me.

Flashback… (Imagine awesome music here.)

I climbed out the door of my beat up ford, and headed toward the small trailer. Regina sat down in front of the TV, a beer in her hand.

"touchdown!" she screamed, jumping up. I frowned, we had been engaged for two months, and she'd never cooked dinner. I know that was a sexist thought, but I didn't know how to use a stove, or had the whole day to myself like her. She stood up, and picked up the phone, "How does tai sound tonight?" she asked, already dialing before I could answer. A thought popped into my head. I sat down, my fists clenched.

"Regina," my heart pumped faster, "Do you love me?" in truth I was scared to hear the answer. I didn't like the idea of being in love with this girl for so long, and finding out she didn't feel the same. She put her hands on her hips, and huffed.

"Of course I don't." she said it in a matter-o-fact way. I stopped breathing.

"Why?" it escaped my mouth before I had time to think. She rolled her eyes, as if I didn't know.

"Honey, The only reason we're getting married is because you asked. Love isn't real, if you believe it is then you aren't the type of guy for me." She frowned slightly. "Well, do you, or don't you." I stood up,

"Get out of my house now!" she smiled.

"I take that as a yes." She walked into the bedroom, grabbed some things and left. As soon as I saw her headlights disappear. Standing up, I walked to the coffee table and picked up a picture of us together. She was smiling, it wasn't genuine, and if anything it was a show. These past two months were all a show. I took the picture, and traced the outline of her face. A feeling of dread filled me. I took the picture and slammed it down into the table. Out of all the cracks in the glass, the biggest was in between us.

I needed a drink, I picked up my keys and left.

Hopefully that was good. I decided not to go with Daryl's thick twang. I think it was to hard to understand. Review!