After giving Ann some alone time with the car she was currently beating up she sagged into the dented metal. She breathed in and noticed for the first time that nobody had bothered her.

"Stupid Grimes Temper." She muttered sadly, now they all probably thought she was a freak.

"Actually it's a temper that makes ya more hot…" Daryl informed her as she spun around and found him perched up on the guard rail near the car she was at.

"How long have you been there?" She asked worriedly.

"Long enough to know I got me a helluva spit-fire hidden by a sweet and nice gal…" He admitted as he hopped off of the guard rail and sauntered over to her. "What you said over there, was so damn hot!" He gave her a look she'd never seen on his face, it was one of pure animalistic drive. He wrapped an arm around her body and hauled her back over the guard rail and had her pinned into the dewy grass on the other side.

"Where the hell did Dixon go?" Shane snapped looking around the highway after an hour had passed. Glen managed to point in one direction and Shane turned to look and grimaced in disgust at seeing Dixon and Ann walked back towards them in a sorry state.

Ann bit her lip embarrassedly and tried to sooth down her matted hair. She managed to get most of the twigs and leaves out but there were still some stuck in the lower part. She also had some impressive grass stains on the back of her clothes.

Daryl smirked smugly back at Glen who shook his head in amusement. Daryl wasn't in any better state than Ann. His hair was slightly mussed up and his sleeveless shirt was completely askew. Glen saw the dark mark on Daryl's collarbone and started to snicker before he laughed hysterically. He motioned Daryl to look at his collarbone when he saw what Ann had done he gave her an incredulous look. She just shrugged innocently.

"Sorry." She admitted while her cheeks turned bright red.

The next morning Shane rolled out the cutlery cloth and wanted everybody to take one weapon.

"Everybody takes a weapon." Shane told them as Andrea gave him an exasperated look. Ann knocked her slightly out of the way and grabbed up a smaller hatchet.

"These aren't exactly as effective as guns…" Andrea started yet again as Ann rolled her eyes.

"Ain't getting no argument from me." Daryl admitted that she had a point but it was all they had.

"We really don't need everybody popping the guns off at all the trees when they get jumpy." Shane tried to quell the anger again.

"Not the trees I'm worried about…" Andrea let out another one as Ann pulled out the hatchet she took.

"I swear ta GOD if'n ya don't stop I will make ya stop!" Ann bit out getting more agitated.

"Chances are the kid will be by the creek." Daryl informed everybody and Rick added on to that.

"Stay sharp, always keep each other within sight of each other."

"T-Dog, I think ya'd betta sit this one out." Ann informed the black man who gave her an angry glare. "Your arm isn't even CLOSE to being healed yet. You go traipsing out in those woods and bust that damn thing open again…" Ann added and T-Dog begrudgingly pouted. "Not unless ya want me ta get another hot rock ta put on it…" Ann offered making T-Dog pale again.

"No ma'am." He grumbled and sat back down and Dale felt bad for him and decided to stay behind with him.

"Well might as well have some of us stay behind in case Sophia comes back and finds basically everyone gone…"

"Good idea Dale. Also…" Ann got closer to Dale to whisper so T-Dog couldn't hear him. "He's almost on the cusp of a fever keep an eye on him."

"Will do Mrs. Dixon." Dale teased the younger girl who blushed a bit before heading off behind the rest of them.

Ann shook her head at her nephew, that boy would've grown up to be a politician for sure. The way he talked himself into the hunt for Sophia left his father, her brother lost in translation. Lori didn't look happy that Carl was coming but at least they had more man-power even if he was a kid.

Ann walked behind Shane while Carl stopped and waited for Shane to catch up. Carl was excited to show him that they finally let him have a blade.

"You see it Ann?" He showed his aunt with pride making her smirk.

"Yeah kid, just don't try ta jag it to me like ya almost did earlier…" She warned the boy who looked down in embarrassment.

"Sorry about that Aunt Ann."

"It's okay…"

"Keep it down!" Shane snapped at the two of them.

Carl walked more forward and caught up with Lori who had heard what happened.

"I think Shane's mad at me…" Ann moved quicker and caught up with the two.

"Nah kid, he's probably mad at me fer elbowing him last night…" Ann admitted getting a small smirk from Lori. "Dang I probably hurt his ego more than my elbow." She admitted to her sister-in-law getting Lori to snicker slightly and patted her shoulder.

This whole thing with Lori and Ann was getting better, while the friendship with Shane started to get a little worse.

"Hey kid why don't ya go up and show Glen your blade?" Ann offered and the kid trotted off to bother the Asian kid.

"So Mrs. Dixon, what's married life like?" Lori asked conversationally.

"No dull moments with Daryl."

"Yer brother was sooo pissed off when he saw that ring on ye." Lori admitted with a laugh.

"Why'd ya hate me so much?" Ann asked curiously and Lori sighed sadly.

"Ah was jealous of ya."

"Of me?" Ann asked in surprise.

"Well yeah, ya have this friendship with both Rick and Shane that Ah ain't neva going to have…"

"Ah'm also the one that gets the damn fake spider in the bathtub. The one the gets the bucket of icy water on the door frame, and all dates scared away by mah brotha's impressive artillery collection! Yer saying yer jealous of that?" Ann snapped at Lori in shock and Lori winced.

"Well when ya put it like that…"

"Hell if anything I should be jealous of you Lori. They both love ya and would bend over backwards and juggle with their feet if they felt you'd like them more!" Lori gave a slight giggle and Ann smirked. "So truce?" She asked holding out her hand to Lori who grinned and nodded.

"Hell yeah!" She took Ann's hand and they shook.