*So this chapter is kind of a filler chapter, I'm sorry it took so long! I promise to have the chapter up a lot quicker! Thank you all for reading and reviewing! Happy St. Patty's Day!

The camp was quiet, no laughing, no talking; it was just an eerie silence while everyone mourned the founding and loss of Sophia. Carol did not leave the RV that day, not even to attend Sophia's funeral. Rose had tried to speak with Daryl at the funeral, her and Jamie standing close to him instead of with the group, but when she approached him he brushed her off, said he wanted left alone. Rose didn't push any further, she knew he cared for the girl. Hershel had gone missing and Maggie was frantic needing to find him because Beth was in some type of catatonic shock and Rose had done all she could, hooked up an IV for her, tried communicating with her but she wasn't responding to her. So Rick and Glenn left to find him despite Lori's protests. When Rose went back to her tent she found that Daryl's was gone, and was told by Dale that he secluded himself a good ways away from the camp, a walk that she planned on making later.

Rose couldn't take it anymore; she was going insane with the silence. She never liked it, not as a kid, not as a teenager and not now. Jamie had been crying most of the day, and on top of that she was getting sick again. Jamie had a very weak immune system, and was prone to catching viruses left and right. It had been manageable when Rose was able to get her all the medicine she needed, but now she was running low, but luckily Jamie hadn't struck up a fever yet.

Rose sighs to herself glancing down at the book in her hands that she had been trying to read, but ended up absent mindedly turning the pages instead, her eyes moving to Dale as he walked over to Jamie, knelling down beside her and she looked up at him as he handed her a book.

"You think you'd be able to read this?" Dale asks and Jamie takes it from him, looking down at the cover of the book her fingers tracing over the gold letters as she tries to sound out the words, turning her head and coughing some more. She looks back at the book now, and sounds the words out, Rose smiling when her R's came out wrong.

"Book of Fairy Tales?" Jamie asks looking up at Dale Rose smiling glad that the reading lessons Rose and Jamie had been working.

"Yes, I thought you'd like it, it has mermaids, princesses, fairies, everything you'd love." He says making Jamie smile and reach up to hug him.

"Thank you grandpa." She says pressing her lips to his cheek, and Rose was glad to see Jamie cheering up some. Dale stands back up, ruffling her hair as she tries to read the book out loud stuttering over some words, but doing fairly good under the circumstances. Dale heads over and sits down beside Rose, staying quiet for a moment.

"How's your ankle?" He asks now, breaking the silence and she looks down at her bandaged foot, giving him a shrug.

"S'fine, sore, can't walk on it." She says sighing running a hand through her hair, "I feel useless." She says shaking her head, listening to Jamie as she tried to read Snow White.

"You're not useless Rose," Dale said shaking his head. "You did all you could to help Beth, this group needs you." He says patting her hand gently and she sighs nodding. She knew that already, but she couldn't help the feeling of uselessness. If walkers were to find this place she'd have to rely on someone to help her get away fast enough, someone to get Jamie out of the danger. She hated relying on people.

Rose didn't say anything more, she just leaned her head against Dale's shoulder, giving him a silent thank you before standing up slowly, Dale helping her to her feet.

"Mind keeping an eye on her for me?" She says asks quietly glancing over at Jamie, whom was still reading out loud to herself struggling over a few words, "I'm gonna go down by the pond, clean up a little." She says and Dale nods, heading over to sit by Jamie.

Rose grumbled to herself as she used her crutches to get to the water, still hating the damned things, hating the whole situation she was in. She stopped as she saw where Daryl was camping out, and decided to head that way, the trip longer, more exhausting but she needed to talk to him. As she approached his new camp ground she made a face, seeing the animal skins hanging up on a string, his necklace of walker ears beside it and she chuckles shaking her head as she turns, startled to see him standing right by her.

"Like your décor." She teases glancing back at the ears and he just looks down at her not even cracking a smile, his eyes burning into hers.

"What do you want?" He asks dropping her gaze now as he looks out towards the barn, anywhere other than her face.

Rose looks up at him frowning, thinking back to the kiss they shared the day before. "I wanted to see you." She says and he turns to look at her again, "Why'd you leave?" She asks with a shrug watching as he turned back to look at her. "Jamie's been looking for you all day, says you promised to teach her about bird calls or something like that."

Daryl looks down at Rose, seeing how angry she seemed, how hurt. But right now he didn't care; he was done trying to be part of the group, done looking for people, done loosing people. So he just shook his head. "She ain't my kid, she ain't my problem. I don't need to teach her shit. That's your job." He says and takes a step back, "You two just leave me alone, all of y'all. Just hobble back to your kid and stay away from me." He says and turns his back to her walking over to his tent, not daring to look over his shoulder to see how angry she got, how hurt she was from his words.

"You kissed me Daryl." She yelled at him, making him stop in his tracks turning slowly, "You kissed me…I thought." She trailed over as he stormed.

"You thought what? What you think?" He snaps at her, doing his best to push her away. "You think that you and me could have some happy ending? That I could fill that empty void that girl's daddy left?" He says Rose's jaw tightening now, "I ain't your boyfriend, and I sure as hell ain't that little girl's daddy now leave me the hell alone."

Rose glares up at him, and takes her crutch and hits him in the sheen as hard as she can with it before walking away, hearing him curse and shout out her as she 'hobbled' back to her little girl.

Rose checking Beth's vitals, Rick, Glenn and Hershel still not back and now Lori had gone missing. It was just one of those days, again. Rose sighs looking down at the girl, her eyes open still staring blankly up at the roof. She wishes she could have helped her more, but she wasn't responding to anything Rose was doing, and Hershel was the only one that could get her out of this state. Rose looks towards the doorway as Andrea walks in looking a little worried.

"What's wrong?" She asks limping over to her with her crutches.

"It's Jamie," She says and Rose raises an eyebrow now, "She's been coughing a lot, and she just got sick." She says and Rose frowns nodding.

"Can you keep an eye on Beth for me?" She asks quietly and Andrea nods, letting Rose passed her. Rose saw Jamie lying on Hershel's couch, Carl sitting in the arm chair across from her, his eyes red rimmed, but was reading her the story book Dale had given her. Rose sits down beside Jamie, her crutches leaning on the couch beside her as she reached over to feel Jamie's forehead.

"Baby you're burning up." She says and sighs; reaching into her bag for some of the children's Tylenol she had, frowning when she opened it and saw there were only a few left. "Here, take these." She says handing her two of them, helping her sit up some so she could chew the pills.

"Mommy I don't feel good."

Rose nods pressing her lips to Jamie's hair, pulling her so her head rested in her lap, running her fingers through her hair. "I know baby, just go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning." She murmurs glancing over at Carl and gestured for him to come over, letting him curl up into her side, knowing he was upset that his parents were missing still.

"Do you think they're okay?" Rose looks down as Carl speaks his voice a little shaky and Rose nods wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"I'm sure they are," She reassures him rubbing his arm gently, "Your daddy's a brave man, strong too. He's probably just held up somewhere till mornin', and Shane's going to find you mom." She says and she meant it, as much as she disliked Shane she was sure he'd be able to get Lori back here, and Rick had proven himself to be perfectly capable of taking care of himself and the group. Her little speech to Carl was timed perfectly because a few minutes later the sound of tires made Carl jump up from the couch, and he ran out the door.

Rose sighs, and listens quietly as the drama unfold outside, not bothering to get up. She was too tired to move, and she didn't want to leave Jamie alone in the house, her girl now sleeping in her lap. She glanced up at the door as Lori stormed in with Andrea after Shane had announced to everyone she was pregnant, that much Rose had guessed already when she caught Glenn whispering things about it to her a few days ago.

Lori sat down beside her on the couch, asking about Jamie, Rose explaining quickly that she had a fever, and that she should be better soon watching as Patricia cleaned up Lori's cuts listening to Lori explain to everyone what had happened, her eyes moving to the front door as Daryl slipped in.

Rose watched as his eyes moved from her to Lori and then down at Jamie in her lap, actually seeming a little concerned. Shane then came in, and demanded to speak with Lori alone; asking everyone to leave in which Rose only sat there and bluntly told him if he wanted to talk to her he had to take her someplace else because Rose was not moving from her spot with Jamie. Shane glared, before doing as Rose said, Lori following after him slowly, closing the door behind them.

"What's wrong with her?" Rose looks up at Daryl as he walks over to her, standing beside the couch looking down at Jamie as she let out a small whimper, Rose's hand going to her forehead again.

"She has a fever." Rose says running her fingers through Jamie's hair, "I gave her some medicine to try and get rid of the fever, but her immune system is shit, it could come back." She says and sighs, "Could you help me carry her to the tent Daryl?" She asks looking up at him, not wanting to ask for help but everyone else was busy, and she couldn't do it herself.

Daryl looks down at Rose and the little girl, nodding once before picking Jamie up gently trying not to wake her, his hand going to her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring something in her sleep. Daryl makes a face as he feels how hot she, looking down at Rose as she stands up getting her crutches.

"She get sick a lot?" He asks reaching out to steady her as she stands up, gripping her crutches for support. She nods, not saying anything to him as she heads out the house, glancing back at him and Jamie every now and again as they made their way to her tent. She was still pissed at what he had said earlier, and even if he hadn't meant it she was still pissed none the less.

"Why?" He asks trying to get her to speak and she only shrugs, not answering his question. "I could have something to help her…Merle had a lot of pills." He trails off as he hears her let out a chuckle.

"I doubt your brother's drug habits could help my daughter Daryl." She says with a headshake stopping in front of her tent, unzipping it quickly before making her way in sitting down on her bed. She kicks her shoes off as Daryl walks in, pulling back the covers of Jamie's bed, and lays her down in it covering her up before turning to Rose watching as she leaned her crutches against the trunk in front of her bed.

"You can leave now." She mutters running a hand through her hair as she looked up at him and he bites his lip.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says and she groans lying back in bed, covering her eyes with her arm.

"I swear to god Dixon if you're here to apologize you can just shove it up your ass." She says with an eye roll moving her arm to look at him, "You yell at me, call me names and now you're sucking up and trying to apologize. You're hard to keep up with and you're a little bit like a girl." She says shaking her head and he stops himself from snapping at her again, swallowing his pride.

"I'm sorry 'bout what I said." He says shaking his head, "I don't mean it." He says and Rose rolls her eyes, turning to her side.

"Whatever Daryl," She mutters, yawning now as she pulled her covers over her, listening to Daryl shuffle around her tent, before she drifted off.

Jamie had woken up some time during their walk to the tent, and listened to the whole conversation. She could tell her mom was asleep and she opened her eyes sitting up some. "Why does my mommy hate you so much?" She ask Daryl turning around now, looking down at her in the dark before shrugging walking over to her. He leaned down and picked up the tattered stuffed rabbit she always carried around, and set it beside her on the bed, before sitting down himself.

He shrugs pulling the covers a bit higher on her placing his hand on her forehead to check her fever, glad she seemed to be cooling down now. "Dunno kid," He says looking down at her as she rubs her eyes sleepily, "She prolly just got bit by that bitchy bug going around." He says, Jamie staring up at him confused before she giggles pulling her rabbit into her side.

"I like you Mr. Daryl," She says yawning some, "You saved my mommy, and you saved me. I think she likes you too." She says and giggles again, "She just needs to get rid of her bitchy bug." She whispers giggling when Daryl laughs shaking his head.

"You should say things I say, you'd get in trouble with your momma." He says brushing her hair from her face before standing, "Go to sleep Jamie, you need to be better my mornin' so I can teach you those bird calls." He says which makes her smile waving at him before he left the tent, zipping it up after him leaving the two girls alone to sleep.

Daryl head back to his camp, running his hands down his face and sighs. He'd tried to push them away, but he couldn't help but feel guilty about those things he said to Rose. He cared about them, he cared about everyone in this group and he planned on keeping them sage.