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Daryl and I sat up for hours just talking and telling funny stories about the dumb shit we used to do when we were younger and how we both came from disadvantaged backgrounds with abusive alcoholics for dads. It was real nice to talk to someone who understood me so well and I'm guessing he felt the same. We finished the bottle and of course I was pretty much a complete mess considering I was taking painkillers and drinking at the same time. Yeah, not a good combo. Daryl helped me into my room and I motioned for him to come sit on the bed. "You know, you're not as much of an ass as I first thought you were Dixon." I smiled. "Yeah well yer not half as bad as I thought ya were either." He said with a smile.

"Kiss me." I said as we were looking into each others eyes, honestly if I had been sober I would never have said that out loud in a million years! But you know, alcohol makes me very brave. "What?" he said to me, still smiling and staring at me with those heavenly ice blue eyes of his. "Just do it, you know you want to, well, I know I do." And then it happened, his perfect lips crashing on to mine. It was perfect, like I was in a dream. He licked my lip for entrance and of course I allowed it, now it had turned to a full on make out session. It was incredible, utopian even. I couldn't help but think if he felt it too, and if making out was this good imagine what the sex would be like. I was in heaven.

Our hands roamed each other's bodies, and I began to unbutton his shirt. He moved his hand up towards my shoulder in order to slip the straps off my shoulder. "Ow!" I yelped as he tried to pull the strap of my vest top down but hurt my injured shoulder. And then like he had snapped out of some lust spell he quickly got up and looked at me almost angrily. "Look just go to sleep, we gotta be up early tomorrow" he snapped as he left and shut the door quite loudly on the way out.

Great, just great. Way to kill the mood Lissa. I felt like crap now. What the hell was that all about? Was it just a spur of the moment thing? Did he actually like me? Didn't he feel that passion like I did? All these thoughts were rushing through my head. There was no way in hell I was gonna get to sleep at this point, not to mention the fact that my stomach was like a volcano about to erupt. That's it; I'm never drinking whiskey again! Eventually I got to sleep, it took a while, but I did it. I woke up the next morning and I literally felt like an atomic bomb had just gone off in my head and if I got sick, my insides wouldn't be on the inside anymore.

I literally crawled out of the bed and went to find Daryl, he wasn't on the couch and his knife was gone but not his crossbow, so I guessed he was off on a walk somewhere or something. That man was always up at the crack of dawn, I have no clue how he does it. I went to my bag and got out the three bottles of water I had with me and drank them all as fast as I could, not to mention I took a crap load of painkillers too.

After a while Daryl came back, he walked in, took one look at me and said "Well you look like shit; you could actually pass for one of those walker bastards." "Gee thanks, you're too kind." I replied sarcastically. "Anytime" he smiled. "Now come on, pack yer shit and let's go, we gotta get back to the camp." "Yeah okay." I answered. I packed up my stuff and packed it into the car. What was going on? He seemed fine, maybe he doesn't remember last night. Why is he acting so okay now? We got in the car and he started the engine.

The drive back was pretty calm considering I felt like I was on my death bed and there weren't too many walkers around either. We were almost home and it really bugged me that he hadn't brought up what happened last night. "Do you remember what happened last night?" I questioned. "Yeah pretty much, why? Don't you?" he inquired. "Most of it yeah, do you remember what happened in my room?" I asked nervously. "He looked at me quite seriously, "look what happened last night in the room was a drunken mistake, let's just be glad it didn't go no further, just drop it cos it aint gonna happen again." He insisted. "alright." I replied quietly.

Maybe he didn't feel what I did, which is kinda of a good thing I mean come on, who'd wanna be with a guy like him anyway? He's an ass. I don't need him. Okay that was a lie; I do, I do want a guy like that. Dammit! What was it about him that made him so attractive?! I need to stop thinking or my head is going to explode. We arrived back at camp not too long after that conversation.

We got out of the car and told the guys about the route being safe and easy enough to travel on. "Alright everybody! We leave for the CDC tomorrow morning!" announced Rick.