Rose crossed her arms over her chest even though her hair covered much of her upper half anyways. Her lower half was under the water. However, Daryl stayed where he was with that same grin.

"What do you want?" Rose asked sharply. She didn't mind when people stared, but that was when she was wearing her clothes. The only person that was ever allowed to see her naked was Ben and this man was not Ben.

"To see yur titties, wut else?" His grin grew as he walked closer to the lake. Rose was ready to stand up and make a run for it, but she knew that she wouldn't get far if he decided to run after her. Daryl noticed that she was ready to bolt for safety. "Hey now, don't be scared. It won't hurt ta much. I'll be gentle with ya."

Rose frowned, not believing him at all. "Look, I don't know who you are-"

"Damn, where my manners," he laughed. "I'm Daryl Dixon, the man that saved yur ass from my brother Merle. Saved your bitch sister as well. Never got yur name from last night."

"Probably because I was passed out from all the blood loss," Rose snapped.

"Oh, yur not that bitch, yur the one she wouldn't shut up 'bout." He kept walking towards her until he reached the water's edge. Rose's dark gray eyes took in his rugged shabby appearance. His dark, sandy hair was matted down with sweat and dirt. He had some light stubble around his upper lip and on his chin, allowing him to nail the rugged look rather fittingly. Moreover, he had muscles, not too much, but not the scrawny kind either. However, despite his rugged look, his eyes told a different tale. They were slightly a green-ish, gray color. Eyes that made her feel…safe.

Since she was too invested in his looks, Rose didn't notice him setting his crossbow down and taking off his boots before slowly getting into the water.

"Like wut ya see?" He winked at her.

"Exactly what am I seeing?" Rose smirked; she couldn't help it, it was part of her nature. Flirting was simply her thing; just was an added bonus when the guy turned out to be rather good looking. Better looking than his older brother at least.

"Ya can tell me-"

He wasn't able to finish when he heard a shout from behind. Daryl turned only to see a replica of the girl sitting in the water on the edge of the creek. However, it wasn't a perfect replica because this one had shorter hair and looked severely pissed off.

"Get the fuck away from her," Charlotte growled; her fists were balled up at her sides ready to punch him out.

"Wut ya gunna do if I don't?" Daryl easily swatted aside her threat.

"I'm gonna kick your ass from here to the next walker filled city."

"As if," he scoffed. "Now if ya excuse us, we were havin' some fun."

Charlotte glared at him before turning her eyes to her sister. "Rose, get out."

"Now, hold on," Daryl exclaimed as he held his hands up. "Why does she have ta leave?"

"Because you're not allowed to lay a damn finger on her!" Charlotte's lips pulled back in a snarl. "Rose, come on."

"But, Charlotte," Rose tried to protest. Yet, seeing her sister's searing glare, Rose promptly got up and did as her sister told her to.

Daryl looked over at the one named Rose, who stood up and quickly covered her lower frontal area with one hand. Her other arm was across her chest; the only area not protected was her nice, tight ass. Daryl bit his lip, shaking his head as she passed. Not caring about Charlotte's threats, he quickly smacked Rose in the rear, causing her to squeak out in surprise.

Rose glanced over her shoulder, a small smile on her lips. However, she returned her attention back to her sister when she heard Charlotte yell at her again. Once she reached her sister on the shore, Charlotte pulled her by the arm, gathered up her clothes and dragged her away angrily.

Daryl watched with a disappointed sigh. However, he grinned, remembering that Rose was now part of the group. Her sister won't always be around to take her away. Walking back to his boots and crossbow, Daryl got his things together before going back to hunting.

Meanwhile, Rose was putting her clothes back on as her sister paced angrily, chastising her.

"How could you?" Charlotte said shocked.

"We didn't do anything," Rose said defensively. "Not like I was going to do anything."

"Oh, sure!" she replied disbelievingly. "You know what, you're just lucky that I was nearby looking for food. Who knows what that disease carrying mongrel could have done to you?"

Rose frowned at Charlotte, crossing her arms. "Charlotte, you know I wouldn't let him really touch me-"

"He smacked your ass-"

"He's just having fun-"

"Now isn't the time to have fun, Rose," Charlotte yelled.

"Why not? Ma, Pa, Ben…they're all gone. What else am I going to do? Worry all day long? Cry all day?" Rose yelled right back, holding back all tears and sobs. "Charlotte, I'll help with whatever everyone needs, but I just…I can't handle thinking about how the world is going to hell around us. I need distractions; sexily, rugged hillbilly is a distraction. You know me…I can't help it."

"Damn it, Rose! I'm going through the same thing, but you don't see me flirting with every guy I meet-"

"I'm not flirting with every guy I meet! You said back in the truck that I need to get over myself, you don't want a fucking emotional sister on your hands!"

Charlotte wanted to say something, anything that would prove her sister was wrong, but looking into those dark eyes, she knew that she couldn't take back what she had said in the truck. Knowing Rose, she wouldn't let go it for a long while. However, thinking it over, she wondered which was the lesser of the two evils: her sister being an unresponsive shell or her old self, but with much more sass. It was a hard choice; although, Charlotte was sure that Rose had picked for her back at the creek.

The sun was starting to set behind the high hills and tall trees, forcing the sisters to walk back to the camp without resolving their small disagreement…argument.

Daryl had already returned to the camp having only caught a few squirrels that no one was willing to eat. He was sitting with Merle but hardly paying attention to his brother as he looked around for that longhaired twin. He knew he could have some fun with her. Well, as long as it wasn't in the sight of her bitch sister.

He saw them walk out of the woods, Charlotte in front looking very unhappy. Rose was right behind with the same look on her face.

Damn, getting her was going to be very hard.

"Wut ya lookin' at?" Merle asked, noticing that his brother was distracted. They were skinning and gutting the squirrels; just because no one wanted to eat them, didn't mean that they wouldn't.

For a second Daryl was about to say 'The new hot ass in camp,' but instead said, "Nuthin' just checkin' ta see if Shane came back yet."

If he said the former, he knew his brother would try to get Rose before he had a chance at her. Carefully, he would steal a few glances at her. Every now and then, he would catch her chance a peek at him as well, causing him to grin as he looked away. Merle, focused on chopping up the squirrels, began ranting about what a dick Shane was.

Speaking of the devil, Shane arrived just then, but there was no one new with him. Shane would come to check on everyone in case Merle got out of hand, it was rare since it was a long hike from the camp to the main road. He had to take his breakfast and lunch with him since he started early, but now he was back for dinner.

Time simply flew by at the camp. Charlotte hardly figured that she had been out searching the woods that long or that she had been arguing with her sister for more than an hour. Then again, the twins did have a late start that day. Their breakfast time was more of lunchtime for the twins. However, dinnertime was approaching quickly and they needed a fire to cook the beans and the meat.

Charlotte decided to help go gather wood after telling Dale to keep a very close eye on her sister. Naturally, Dale said he would to the best of his abilities since he was to watch over everyone else in camp. Understandingly, Charlotte left with the other but not before giving her sister a certain look.

Rose rolled her eyes as she stayed behind with Amy. They watched as their older sisters and Jim went off to look for proper firewood, not too dry or wet. Meanwhile, Merle went to go take a leak leaving Shane, the girls, Lori, Carl, Dale and Daryl at the camp.

Rose smirked since she was able to look at Daryl without her sister giving her a look of disproval. He wasn't looking at her, but he didn't need to know she was watching him now. This made him grin as he brought the cleaver down, chopping off the head of the squirrel. It was the last one, allowing him to wipe the blood off on a rag before deciding to head on over to the girls.

"Um, Rose?" Amy asked when she noticed her staring at Daryl, who was approaching them rather quickly.

"Hmm?" Rose spared Amy a small glance, but her eyes were soon on the other man. However, before he could reach the girls, Shane stepped in to block him. Shane wanted to talk to Daryl about controlling Merle a bit, keep in line. Rose frowned, thinking that the cop would keep him for a while and Charlotte would be back before Shane was done talking.

"You okay?" Amy raised an eyebrow at Rose's look of disappointment.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you were just checking out Daryl. You got a fever or something?" Amy raised a hand to check Rose's forehead.

Rose mock laughed as she swatted Amy's hand away. "Oh whatever, I was not."

Amy looked over at Daryl and grinned as she turned back to Rose. "You got the hots for him, don't you," she giggled childishly.

"No, shut up!" Rose blushed. "I don't have the 'hots' for him-"

"You have the hots for whom?" Lori asked, approaching the girls. Amy grinned, but Rose quickly covered her mouth while Lori watched slightly entertained. The two girls struggled playfully; Amy began laughing as she tried to avoid Rose's attempts to stop her from saying anything to Lori. At some point in the struggle, the girls ended up on the dirt ground.

Shane and Daryl looked over at the sudden commotion of giggles and shrieks. They ran over thinking the girls were fighting over something, but Lori shook her head at the two.

"Just girls being girls," she laughed when Carl also ran over just to see what was going on.

"Yeah, well they need to break it up now," Shane demanded; he only said that out of worry for the whole group.

Rose and Amy giggled as they lay there, staring up at everyone else. Lori shook her head at Shane, but reached out a hand to help Amy to her feet. Shane was about to do that same with Rose, but Daryl beat him to it.

Still giggling a bit, Rose took Daryl's hand; he pulled her up to her feet instantly. However, she ended very close to him, their faces mere centimeters apart. He didn't have the sweetest smell about him, but staring into his eyes made her forget about everything else around them. Daryl winked at her before taking a step back and letting go of her hand.

Rose turned only to see a look of understanding on Lori's face, which then turned into a look of 'really, him?' Shane was clueless as to what was going on and Carl, well…he was too young to get the hint.

"Oh Rose, I think it's time we have a certain talk," Amy teased as she pulled the young girl away from the small circle that had formed around them. They headed for the RV while the rest of the group went back to whatever they were doing. Although, instead of talking to Daryl about keeping his brother in line, Shane attached himself to Lori and Carl.

Merle had come back from his bathroom trip just as Daryl walked back to their spot. "Anythin' happen while I took a piss?"

"Nah," Daryl answered simply as he sat down on a lawn chair.

"Remember, keep the fire low," Shane said as he checked the fire that was going. "We don't want walkers to see."

Andrea, Charlotte and Jim had come back a few minutes after the whole giggling fest between Amy and Rose. The two girls were still in the RV while everyone else began to set the rocks and start up a nice, small fire to cook dinner.

"He sleeps in the back of the pick-up at night," Amy informed Rose. The two were sitting on the bed talking about Daryl. Well, Amy was, Rose tried to steer the conversation to other topics.

Rose rolled her eyes at Amy. "I'm not going to sneak off in the middle of the night and meet with him at night. That'll only give him a good chance to screw me and then leave me."

"Unless you're a good screw, he might come back," she teased, but quickly added, "Of course, Merle sleeps in the truck; takes up the whole seat. He can't screw you or else wake up his brother. Of course, knowing Merle, he'd take you for himself."

That made Rose shudder. "Disgusting."

"That's why you two sneak off into the woods," Amy said jokingly. It was nice to have someone there that was her age. She loved her sister just as Rose loved her own twin, but Rose was sort of a relief for Amy. The two were able to act like young teens, gossiping and giggling. For now, they were thirteen all over again, not eighteen year-olds that were trying to survive.

"Okay, are you trying to get me killed? My sister is going murder Daryl for touching me," Rose explained slowly, "then, murder me for letting him touch me. Plus, he 's hot and all, but sort of gross."

However, that wasn't the only thing that was holding her back from going to him. She missed Ben, her boyfriend. Even though there was no chance he had survived, Rose couldn't help but keep a little hope. Maybe he had escaped. After all, Ben was a strong, smart guy. He could beat those walkers down and escape…or so Rose hoped.

"Well, duh. He's not exactly some soft hearted guy, especially in front of his brother," Amy sighed. "Merle would whoop his ass for being a sissy."

Just then, the RV door opened and there was Charlotte. "Come on you two, time for dinner."

Amy and Rose nodded and stood up, obediently following Charlotte's commands. However, Rose let Amy go ahead of them so that she could sling an arm around her sister's shoulders as they walked over to the fire. Everyone else was already there, getting comfortable as the beans cooked. Amy sat down next to Andrea before pulling Rose down to sit next to her. Charlotte sat down and lightly bumped her shoulder against Rose. The twins grinned; it was their own special way of saying 'I love you' without having to say it aloud.

"Bitch," Rose muttered under her breath.

"Slut," Charlotte muttered back before taking a small bowl half filled with beans and a few small pieces of meat.

Everyone tried to talk, wanting to distract themselves from the fact they were eating squirrel meat. However, no one wanted to talk about what their lives were like before the whole world went to hell, leaving them very few topics.

Rose rested her head on Charlotte's shoulder, having finished eating already. Her dark eyes stared into the fire that was hardly keeping any of them warm. The silence seemed to stretch on for miles until one of the Dixon brothers spoke up; it was Daryl.

"Dale, ya have a guitar, don't ya?" He asked while the old man nodded. "Then go get it."

With a frown, the older man obliged as he got up and headed on over to his RV. Dale wasn't sure why he was doing it, but he wasn't going to go against Daryl. Sure, Shane was strong, but there were two Dixon brothers and he wasn't strong enough to beat them both down.

"You going to sing for us, Daryl?" Andrea chuckled, trying to keep the mood light.

"Nah, but that one will." He nodded over at Rose; he was only able to tell the twins apart because their hair was different lengths.

Rose eyes widened, realizing that he must have heard her singing when she was taking a bath. Quickly, she blushed and kept her head on her sister's shoulder while everyone else stared at her.

"You can sing?" Amy giggled.

"Is this going to be like karaoke?" Andrea laughed.

Rose shook her head.

"No, there's no alcohol," Merle grunted.

Charlotte turned to her sister, smiling. "Go on, Rose," she said softly, "sing for us. Ma and Pa didn't pay for your classes just so you can chicken out. It'll be fun."

Dale returned with an old wooden guitar in his hands. "Don't know how to play it; was my grandson's but he left it behind on accident."

"Give it ta me, old man," Daryl demanded as he stood up and reached over for it. He would have yanked it out of Dale's wrinkly hands, but he was too far to do that. Dale handed it over before sitting back down to eat.

Lori scowled at Daryl for being rude to Dale. "I thought hicks could only play banjos."

Daryl flipped her off before sitting back in his lawn chair, making Merle laugh. He leaned over the instrument, tuning it while everyone returned their focus to Rose.

"Come on," Lori encouraged. "Sing for us."

"Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose," Amy began to chant. Charlotte and Andrea joined in and soon enough the rest of the group- minus Merle and Daryl- joined in. Shane wanted everyone to quiet down, but thought a song might be nice to calm everyone down.

"Okay," Rose said giving up. She threw her hands in the air, surrendering. "Fine, but ya'll gonna suffer a Taylor Swift song."

"Make it a happy one," Charlotte sighed.

"Aren't all her songs about heartbreak?" Amy asked. "Oh, do you know Summer Day by Sheryl Crow?"

"Sheryl Crow fan, eh? Okay, why not…," Rose shrugged. She then looked over at Daryl to see if he was ready; he nodded his head. "You start, I follow."

Rose was about to start, but Carl piped up, "Shouldn't you stand?"

Charlotte laughed, pushing her sister to stand up, but scowled when Daryl said, "Ya can sit on the arm of my chair."

"Or on my lap." Merle winked, patting his lap. Rose made a face, thoroughly disgusted with Merle. So, she shook her head, turning down both offers.

"That looks uncomfortable, so no thanks," Rose said before Charlotte could say something incredibly rude. She wanted to start singing so that people would stop snapping at each other. Taking in a deep breath of air, Rose stood up and began.

"Every little thing that I felt that day; never will forget, there was love in the air. I wasn't looking for love to come my way. Ooh, baby, baby, but then I saw you there." Daryl began strumming away slowly, matching Rose's pace and vocals. "That summer day that I recall, you came into my life. And you gave me hope and love."

Everyone, even Merle, fell silent as they listened to Rose's soft voice envelope them. No one stared at her though, as she sang; all eyes were on the dying fire, everyone except for Daryl. He watched her in slight awe, but not only because of her singing voice. In his mind, he wished that the shirt was a little more tight fitting liked her sister's was. However, the loose shirt draped over her figure rather nicely.

Turning back to the guitar, he kept strumming away.

Rose, on the other hand, also stared into the fire never glancing over at Daryl. She was thinking of only one person, Ben.

"I just want to be where you want me to. That summer day that changed it all. You came into my life and you let me fall in love," Rose's voice quivered slightly, but she regained control. "My baby I just want to be with you."

As usual, thank you VampiresandWerewolves17, Rickii101 and Jyuushiro'sJewel666! You three are simply ace!

Rickii101: Daryl is most definitely a perv, but maybe Rose can change that XD

Jyuushiro'sJewel666: I was actually thinking of Morgan, but that would have been earlier if I had him in it. Plus, Merle just pulled it off better.

VampiresandWerewolves17: Well, it wasn't much of a surprise...I don't know, it was just more interaction with Dixon brothers...mainly just Daryl. I'm not a huge fan of Merle, especially in the next chapter few chapters...

The song is Summer Day by Sheryl Crow, obviously don't own it. Hope ya'll liked it and no, Rose won't always be singing, just thought it would ease tension in camp.

Well, there ya go! Please remember to review~