NORMAL POV:

Survivors of the apocalypse rose from their tents on Herschel Greene's farm early that morning, not for any special reason, just because that was when they woke up.

T-dog sat in a folding lawn chair and looked around him.

Up on the porch of Herschel's house, Glenn was talking to Maggie, both shyly blushing and (though T-dog didn't know it) remembering what events had transpired at a local store almost a week ago.

Completely across camp from each other, Andrea and Shane were trying (and failing terribly) to conceal their googly eyes.

Lori and Rick were hugging each other and smiling like today was the happiest day of their lives.

T-dog also noticed a slim hand darting out of Daryl Dixon's tent to snatch up a shirt that had been tossed outside in their haste to get rid of certain… articles. Then, the two proceeded to step out of the tent, Keagan in Daryl's sleeveless button-up and some jean shorts and Daryl in a different sleeveless button-up and jeans.

"Am I the only one not getting laid around here?" T-dog asked, eyeing the newlyweds enviously.

Dale walked past and patted his shoulder empathetically.

Everyone who was around to witness the display of understanding grimaced, suddenly not hungry as the thought of Dale ever getting laid chased any cravings out of their minds.

A/N: Not really a complete chapter, I know. I just figured this short chapter would make a few people laugh. Review please!