"So how long did it take for you tattoos?" Glenn asks while they hike out of town the next morning.

"'Bout 30 hours each," Jameson replies.

"Holy shit not at once right?" Glenn exclaims.

"Yes Glenn I sat in a chair for 30 hours straight while being mutilated by needles."...Jameson says sarcastically. Jameson adds after seeing Glenn's confused face. "No dummie jeesh. A tattoo artist wouldn't be able to work for 30 hours straight his arm would fall off. We did 5 hrs sessions: outline, shading, and color. Shading and color take the longest."

"That's still insane." Glenn remarks

"My back took 60, so my arms weren't too bad." She says.

"You're back's done to? Same stuff?" He asks.

"No." She says.

"Ummm well what is it?" he asks.

Jameson glances at Daryl and his leather cut with angel wings and quickly looks away.

"Angel wings," she replies while looking towards the forest.

Daryl glances back at her with a scowl and glare.

Glenn looks back and forth between them and says, "Wow, so you guys are like twinsies?"

Rick chuckles. Daryl grunt, "We ain't nothin alike."

Jameson scoffs and says "Pffft. Thank God."

Daryl glares at her and stalks ahead of the group.

Rick looks back at Glenn and Jameson with a huge smirk. "Told ya, ya'd get along."

"Fuck off, Grimes." Jameson's jokingly.

"Ya'll scoutin' or fuckin off" Daryl hisses.

They all quiet down and start watching for signs of another group or a campsite


Three hours later they come across a small clearing, which was used recently for a campsite. The fire pit is cold but has fresh ash. There are four distinct tire treads, two large vehicles and two motorcycles.

"This is probably them," Jameson says while kneeling by a set of tracks.

"Why's tha?" Daryl asks observing her inspect the tread marks in the mud.

"Every time I saw 'em they had a couple motorcycles." She replies. "Both Harley's, black with flames. They had some kinda muffler suppression because they weren't nearly as loud as normal bikes. Different people rode 'em though. Not the same guys." She adds.

Daryl looks contemplative. Ricks is looking for other signs that the group could've left.

"S'weird. Different people ridin' 'em. Most guys don' share two things. Bikes n' women." Daryl remarks while rubbing his jaw.

Jameson snorts.

Daryl glares at her.

"What? Come on you gotta admit that was like a line for some biker gang movie." Jameson says with a smirk

Daryl tries to hold his glare but can't, "Pfff shuddup" Shaking his head and looking away.

Glenn is looking back and forth between them again. He slowly grins.

"Wha ya smilin at?" Daryl growls

"You guys are cute together." Glenn says with mischief in his eyes.

They both snap "Fuck off." in unison.


They've taken a break for water and energy bars. They've toured a huge area around the town. They have checked buildings, drainage ditches and obvious campsites. They haven't encountered anyone besides walkers. They found one more walker with a W carved in its forehead, which Rick stared at silently.

"Kay I think we can head back. It'll be sunset when we arrive back. Sound good?" Rick asks

They all nod and stand up. They continue in a circle around the town but slowly move inwards like a spiral that ends up at the town's north gate. They use the tactic in order to see if they missed anything on the first pass. They find an additional two walkers that must have stumble into the area after their first pass. As Jameson is pulling her machete out of one's head Glenn asks, "Hey can I see your back tattoo later?"

"Don' ya think Maggie's gonna be piss't at ya?" Daryl snaps.

"Um probably not, she'd wanna see to I think." He replies.

Daryl shakes his head and scoffs.

Jameson quietly takes in their conversation and says quietly, "I don't think so Glenn they're just...more personal."

"Oh..ok no worries. That's cool." Glen says with a small smile.

Daryl glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. He wonders why a tattoo is too personal to show off and what the point of having it is if you don't show it.

Jameson can tell Daryl's looking at her and she feels uncomfortable. She told them it is too personal and it is but she doesn't show it off because of the scars. Scars that always bring questions, questions she doesn't like answering. Jameson had the tattoo to cover the burns that she's ashamed of. She got the tattoo to hide the guilt and shame. She loves the tattoo but feels it's like a window into her soul and the past that she prefers to keep hidden. If they knew how she got them they'd know just how selfish she is and probably no longer trust her to keep them safe.


They arrive back to town and return their weapons to the armory. Rick invites Jameson to dinner again. Daryl stalks off grumbling about "clingy bitches."

Jameson looks at him incredulously and tells Rick 'the brooding bastard needs a kick in the balls and she's perfectly happy to help him out with it.'

Rick laughs lightly and says not to worry about Daryl that he may be a dick but he's also as loyal as they come. Jameson tells him she doesn't doubt that at all, that she can see how protective he is of his family.

Jameson walks into her new home and sighs. It's been a long day and her muscles are sore. She also stinks like sweat and congealed walker blood. She heads upstairs for a shower. She scrubs down and rinses the day off her. Once she gets out of the shower she turns around to look at her back. The angel wings are a symbol of her past life. They are the dead albatross that she carries with her everywhere. A giant symbol of the pain and destruction she has caused the ones she loved. She drags her hand across the raised bumpy skin and squeezes her eyes shut trying to will the tears away and the memories of scorching fire licking her skin.

"I'm sorry Johnnie." she whispers while swallowing the huge lump in her throat.

"It shoulda been me big brother."

Shaking her head she leaves the bathroom and pulls on her cargo pants that she washed and a plain white button up from the closet. She looks in the mirror and decides to wear her hair down tonight. She usually braids it to keep it out of her face and to keep walkers from being able to grabs it easily. She dries and brushes it. She hadn't realized how long it had gotten. Touching her back slightly above her waist, her auburn locks look like a chestnut curtain surrounding her shoulders.

'Jesus James get your mop under control. Ya look like cousin It.' She mutter to herself.

She goes downstairs and heads over to Rick's place.


She knocks and Maggie answers. "Whoa, I totally didn't recognize you with you hair down." She laughs.

"Me neither," Jameson says with a laugh. "I didn't even know it was this red until I washed the walker blood out of it."

Jameson walks into the living room and says hi to the others hanging out. Eugene is on the sofa so Jameson sits next to him since she didn't really speak to him last time. She notices he looks pretty sullen but he is also rocking a killer mullet so he must be a fun guy. She wants to ask him about it but doesn't want to offend him.

"So what do you do here in town," she asks

"Farm", he mutters.

"Ahh cool. Ya like it?" she asks.

"No." He replies curtly and stands and leaves the room.

"Alrighty nice talkin to ya." She mumbles while rolling her eyes. She hears a grunt behind her and turns to see Daryl squinting at her. He walks around the sofa and sits on the bench by the window facing Jameson.

"Ya chatty tonight huh?" He grunts.

"I'm trying improve my social skills, you should try it sometime." Jameson snaps.

He glares at her. "Ya should try ta shuddup once in awhile instead." He retorts.

"You should take your own damn advice." she snaps back.

Glenn and Maggie are watching the conversation like spectators at a tennis match. They aren't sure who's winning but it's awfully entertaining. Rick walks in and sees the two glaring at each other and Glenn and Maggie smirking. "So you guys still fightin'?'" he asks.

They both look over at him and both reply at the same times "Nah", "Nope"

Rick smirks, " Riiight. How 'bout some food then?" He strolls into the kitchen.

Jameson notices not everyone's here. "Everyone else working?" She asks.

"Yeah a few have some night security jobs now and Carl's at his friends." He replies.

They all start dishing up dinner plates of rabbit, rice and green beans from the local garden. "Haven't had fresh veggies in a long time." Jameson mentions while spearing a bean and shoving it into her mouth.

Maggie nods, "We hadn't either." She laughs. "Canned stuff just isn't the same."

Carol comes in carrying Judith. Ricks takes her and starts feeding her dinner. She's having some fresh baby food that they jar in town. She spits out half of it, drooling it over her t-shirt. Jameson smirks at the little monster.

Daryl is sitting behind Jameson and can make out the giant tattoo on her back. The white shirt she's wearing is thin linen and not hiding a thing. He can see that the wings are dark up top and colorful near the bottom. He can't stop staring at her hair. It's soft looking and when he passed her in the kitchen it smelled like vanilla cupcakes. His dick ached instantly and then he wanted to punch something. He doesn't know how she irritates him so much or why he still wants to fuck her despite it. Maybe he wants to fuck her til she stops being such a bitch.

Jameson can feel eyes burning a hole in her back and the hairs on her neck are standing up. She knows its Daryl being his usual moody self. He pisses her off so much with his stupid glares and snotty attitude. She wants to kick him in the balls but also wants to fuck him until he shuts his stupid pie hole.

The group settles in and chats about their day and reminisces about funny times. Jameson is feeling more comfortable around the group. Jameson can see that Michonne seems interested in Rick but can't tell if he feels the same. She sees that Eugene doesn't even talk to his group. He seems curled up inside himself most of the time. Jameson likes to observe people. It's the best way to figure out where people stand in the group. Who you can depend on and whom you can't. Most of the group seems competent except for Eugene and Gabriel.

Jameson watches Rick with Judith. She's still amazed to see a baby. "Ya wanna hold her." He asks after seeing Jameson staring.

"Oh no um I'm not really a baby holding type of girl." She replies with a laugh. "Just nice seeing a baby. Makes me think of the way shit used to be." Rick just smiles and nods. Jameson lets out a breath, happy that he didn't push her to hold the infant.

After a while everyone decides to head to bed for the evening. "Oh James I was wondering if you're still up for roomies?" Rick asks. "Thought we'd spread out a little. "

"Ya no worries. Like I said it's your home." She replies honestly.

"No it's our home, you're included in that." He states matter-of-factly.

Jameson is slightly overwhelmed by the statement. She's been on her own for so long that the idea of having a family again is staggering. Even when the world was not in chaos her family life was abysmal. She takes a deep breath and tries to swallow the lump in her throat.

" 'preciate it Rick." She replies with a small smile.

Jameson stands and says, "Just tell whoever wants to move over to come by whenever. Umm just let 'em know to announce themselves, I'm still getting used to the whole, intruders are not trying to kill me thing."

Rick chuckles and nods. "No worries."


Jameson has been lying in bed for hours. She can't stop her brain from running on overtime. Her conversation with Rick is pinging around her skull. Being included in his family is a huge change to her life. She now has a responsibility to over a dozen people. She's only had to look out for herself for years. This world makes people selfish. You have to look out for yourself now because most people are out to kill you. However living with others and supporting each other has its rewards. Jameson can see this now and is now just worried that she will fail them. She's worried that she will let Rick down after he's given her a chance at a normal family life. A life that is not always possible in this fucked up world. Jameson can't stop thinking about Daryl also. She can't wrap her mind around the fact that he not only irritates her to no end but that he has the ability to make her lady bits clench. It pisses her off that she isn't able to control her emotions or her body's reaction to his presence. She falls into a restless sleep dreaming of the hunter's broody face and strong hands.


Daryl has been laying on his sleeping bag for hours staring at the ceiling. He can't shut his mind off. He keeps seeing Jameson's plump lips slowly eating those damn green beans. 'Jesus' he growls internally. Daryl doesn't know why she gets him all twisted up but he finds himself wanting to lash out at her frequently. He knows it's not that he hates her because he doesn't. She just pushes his buttons like no other person. Everyone else gives him a wide berth and is reluctant to poke the bear but she thrives on jabbing him with that giant pointy stick. He wants to wind up her long silky hair around his wrist, yank her to his mouth and assault her with his tongue until she stops yammering. Daryl shakes his head and rolls over hoping for a few hours of shuteye before he needs to get to work.