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Danny's POV

"Hey sleepin' beauty, ya've got some blonde bitch askin' for ya". Merle then follows that up with a swift kick to my foot. I lift my head up off the pillow rather reluctantly and turn over to look up at him. "Come on, don't just lay there, get ya little arse up and get out".

My god what time is it? I give him a small glare before letting my head drop back down to the pillow. I tell him to go away but it only comes out as a muffled groan. I hear him chuckle before I feel his hand latch onto one of my ankles. He gives it a slight tug,

"I'm warnin' ya girl if ya don't get up and get rid of the girl then I'm draggin' ya fuckin' arse outta this tent". He wouldn't dare. I lean up on my elbows and throw him a glare.

"Go away Merle. Tell her to come back later. I'm tired and I'm no mood to talk to you at this moment so please get out". He continues to smirk down at me. So I throw my arm up to point out the door. "Now"! He shrugs his shoulders slightly before turning so he can leave. I drop back onto my makeshift bed and throw my arms over my eyes, but he doesn't leave like I thought he would. He grabs my ankles in both of his hands and starts to drag me from our tent.

"Merle", he ignores me so I attempt to free my legs by kicking them but he doesn't even look to be struggling. "Merle, stop it, come on let go". He successfully gets me out of the tent, when he's happy that I'm far enough away from the tent that I won't crawl back in, he lets me go. When my bare legs drop onto the floor I quickly sit up and pull the shirt I'm wearing down to cover my modesty. He is a complete and utter jackass. I turn to find where he is to see he's sat on his chair cleaning his gun, he raises his eyebrows at me questioningly.

"I already have a list of things that I'm going to get you back for. You're just making it longer". He just shrugs at my warning. I blindly reach out around me, and pick up an empty can from yesterday and hurl it straight at him with a grunt of frustration. "Don't shrug at me. You annoy me so much did you know that?" I let out another loud groan before hauling myself up onto my feet. It's once I'm standing that I remember there was a reason for Merle's ridiculous action, and that reason is stood before me with a hand over her mouth to try and hide her smile. I tug my shirt down before crossing my arms across my chest.

"Sorry, he can be a real douchebag sometimes". I throw Merle another glare before stepping up to her.

"It's fine. It was funny actually. I um, came over here 'cause I was wanderin' well um, I'm looking after Sophia and Carl while Lori and Carol do their laundry so I wanted to know if you would you like to watch them with me?" Her eyes flick to Merle who is still sat behind me so I turn my head to look at him. He's staring up at me with no emotion what so ever on his face. I turn my attention back to Amy.

"Um can you give me a few minutes? I'll come find you". She throws me a small smile before turning and walking away. I spin back round to face him to find that he's already stood up and is glaring down at me with his arm crossed over his chest.

"What the fuck was that, you gettin' all cosy with them now? I thought we made it clear that we didn't want anythin' to do with those pricks". I go to argue back because how dare he, I can talk to whoever I like but he cuts me off. "We let it go yesterday when ya disappeared with those dumb bitches and that fuckin' chinky. I had to fuckin' stop Daryl from havin' to come an' get ya a few times. He don't like it when ya not around one of us, not after what 'appened". I cut him off by lifting a hand up quickly.

"Please don't say that, I've just got it out of my mind please don't put it back in there. And actually it's none of your damn business who I talk to, it's not like I'm hanging around with Shane or anyone else, it's just Amy and Glenn and I spoke to Carol for a bit but it doesn't mean I'm going to be moving over there with them or spending all my free time with them. I prefer it here, I feel safe with you, ok?" He gives me a small nod. "Their nice people, it's good to know people my own age. Look it's only to babysit. I'll only talk to Amy. I won't go no-where near the other people and if I need you I'll shout". I think I've convinced him because he lets out a long sigh, a very long sigh.

"Fine but you come back when Daryl gets back from this hunt. You stay in view, got it?" I throw him a grateful smile before shocking him when I step up to him and throw my arms around his waist.

"Thank you". He pats my back gently before pushing me back slightly.

"Now go away and leave me in peace". I give him another grateful smile before walking past him into our tent to get dressed. I emerge from our tent two minutes later fully clothed in a pair of shorts and another one of Daryl's sleeveless shirts. Merle raises his eyebrows at my attire as I walk past him.

"That boy ain't gonna 'ave no shirts left". He's right, I would say Daryl should get some more shirts but I'd probably just end up wearing those too. I shrug a shoulder at Merle.

"It's not my problem". He gives a small smile at my comment before going back to cleaning his gun. Taking that he isn't going to say anything else I decide to just leave him be. I spot Amy stood off to the side staring at me with her arms crossed over her chest. She catches me looking and smiles. I give her a little wave to tell her I'm coming. She jumps a little then turns to go get the children. I don't even get halfway there before I see Sophia running towards me. She latches onto my hand and starts to pull me quicker towards Carl and Amy.

"Come on Danny, we're gonna play tag. Amy's it first". I laugh at the look of surprise on Amy's face. I take it she didn't know that bit of information. When we finally reach her she smiles apologetically at me.

"Sorry, we haven't actually got much of a choice on what we can do". I stop her before she can continue,

"It's fine, I don't mind what we do in fact I quite enjoy a game of tag". She laughs and then without any warning she jumps forward and taps me on the arm.

"You're it", cheater. She then takes off with Sophia and Carl in tow. I shout out after them.

"You cheater, get back here", I then take off after them at a run.

We ended up playing tag for just under an hour. About halfway through the game both Sophia and Carl ended up teaming together against us. We managed to go on for a little while longer but I was never good at sports and running is definitely not one of my strong points. Both Amy and I are currently sprawled out on the floor trying to catch our breath and strength back.

"I don't think I can take any-more of this." Amy laughs at me. "I forgot children never grew tired of playing". Even speaking is wearing me out.

"I know right, although it looks like we aren't wanted anymore anyway, they seem to have forgotten 'bout us". She's right both Carl and Sophia have found two new children to play with.

"Good, just don't remind them we're here". She nudges me in the side and laughs.

"Wasn't plannin' on it", we both fall silent as we watch the children run around playing a game of, well actually I have no idea what their playing. How I miss being able to imagine something and then make a whole game out of it. My dad and I used to play fantasy games all the time. He would play the knight in shining armour, I would be the little princess, and he would rescue me from the horrible witch played by my Aunty Sarah. He would come galloping over on his imaginary horse, waving a piece of old pipe as a sword. He would slay the witch before taking me in his arms and running off towards mum, who would be waiting for me with a cookie and a kiss. I'm brought out of memories when somebody nudges me in the side. I sit up beside Amy and give her a mock glare, she just ignores me.

"It's just the two of us right so I was thinkin' it's time for a bit of girl talk". I can't help but stare open mouthed at her, I don't do girl talk. I've never done girl talk before. She laughs at me, "Not one for gossipin' then?" I shake my head softly at her.

"No that's not it, it's just I've never been close enough to anyone to warrant the need for 'girl talk'". Her face drops slightly, "I suppose I can give it a go if you actually have anything to gossip about". She laughs lightly before nudging me in the side for the 100th time in the last ten minutes.

"Oh there's plenty to talk about". I give her a doubtful look, how can there possibly anything to talk about. Nobody here ever does anything. "Like the thing going on between Shane and Lori". Now she's got me confused.

"What do you mean?" She leans towards me like she's about to tell me some big secret.

"Their sleepin' together, I don't think everybody knows but I caught them sneakin' off together the other day". What is she on about, I think their allowed to sleep together, their married.

"Their married aren't they I don't think that really counts as gossip". She laughs again but this time quite loud, it gains attention from an old couple from the other group.

"No, her husband died before this whole thing started. Shane and Rick were cops together. Rick got shot and was in a coma when this whole thing started. He never made it."

"So he's not Carl's dad?" She shakes her head.

"Ok maybe that was a bad example, how 'bout this then? Let's talk about you". Now she definitely has my full and undivided attention.

"What about me?" She gives me a small knowing smirk.

"What's going on between you and Daryl?" I make a small noise of protest in the back of my throat but she carries on unperturbed. "Don't give me that look, I'm not saying there's anything wrong in fact he's pretty hot, in a rugged sort of way". She's right there, he definitely is. "It's just he's a bit older than you isn't he? How long have you known them?" she does have a lot of questions.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, there is nothing going on, and yes I suppose he is. He's twenty eight, not like that really matters anymore, age doesn't mean much now. And in answer to your last question, I have only known them for about a week. Does that help you with what you want to know?"

"Yes it does, and I see you're not denying that he's hot". Now it's my turn to laugh.

"I'm not blind or stupid, I know he's hot. I can also tell you he as a fine looking backside and abs to die for". I wish I hadn't just said that, her smirk is growing wider by the second. "Don't look at me like that, I haven't actually seen it, it just happens to look good in the trousers he wears".

"Whatever", she says that like she doesn't believe me, but I'll just let her believe what she wants to. "I can't believe you've only known them for a week. You and Merle seem so close, if this morning actions where anything to go by then I'd say you've definitely known him for a few years, and then there's you and Daryl. You both look and behave with each other like you've known each other for years. I mean every time I look over at your camp, you both always seem to be touchin' each other, even if it's just by restin' up against one another when you're sat on the floor. It's cute". I can feel a blush coming on.

"The three of us are family now, Merle treats me like a little sister and Daryl, and well I'm not really sure about him. Daryl hardly ever lets me out of his sight, today is a rare occurrence. He's very protective of me, and after everything we've been through I don't blame him. I'm a magnet for danger." She gives me this small look telling me she knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"I heard 'bout what happened, I'm really glad they were there." She places a hand upon mine and gives it a little squeeze before letting go.

"Me to," suddenly her arm is across my vision; I follow he hand to where she is pointing. Well not to where but to whom.

"I think you better go back, it looks like he really wants to come over here and get you". I give her a small apologetic smile.

"Sorry", I stand up ready to leave but her hand on mine stops me from going.

"If you ever need to talk or just want to hang out then come find me". I give her nod before walking over to face the awaiting Dixon.

Daryl stands there facing me with his arms crossed over his chest. He does not look happy. I come to a stop a few feet away from him and cast a quick glance around, there's something missing.

"Where's Merle"? He just shrugs at me.

"Dunno", he doesn't sound very happy either, but before I can ask him what's wrong he takes a step forward. "I don't like this, I don't like ya bein' over there with them pricks". I groan softly, not this again. "I want ya safe and ya not safe with them. I don't trust 'em with Merle's or my life, so I definitely don't trust 'em to look after ya".

"I was fine. I've gone through this with Merle already. I stayed where he could see me and I only ever spoke to Amy and the children, I didn't go anywhere near the others. There's nothing to worry about, anyway I needed something to do because you weren't here". His frown turns into a full on scowl.

"Ya think I like leavin' ya? Every time I do somein' always happens". He takes in a deep breath and then lets it out ever so slowly before taking another step closer. His face then softens. "We can't", he sighs before starting again. "I can't lose ya". A tingling sensation spreads throughout my body at his small confession. He cares for me. He's scared I'll leave them after everything we've been through since we met each other. I slowly reach out a hand and grab a tight hold of the front of his shirt.

"I'm not going anywhere. Amy's just somebody to talk to when you're not here or for when I need a break from Merle". That makes him smile, but only slightly. "I'm not about to suddenly pack up and leave, or move over to live with them. I don't trust them like I trust you, I tryst you with my life. You're the one that's made sure I'm not dead or worse". David's grim face flashes into my mind, I shake my head slightly to try and rid myself of it. "I need you to keep me safe". I've never realised how true that statement is until now. I shakily release the breath I didn't know I was holding before staring up into Daryl's piercing blue eyes. "I need you". It was barely a whisper in the wind but as soon as those three words pass through my lips, Daryl's lips are suddenly upon my own. His lips are desperate and urgent on mine. I soon lose myself completely. I move up onto my toes and wrap my arms around his neck as he winds his tightly around my waist, he then pulls me flush up against his body so every inch of our bodies are connected. His tongue runs across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I oh so willingly grant.

Far too quickly for my liking, he's pulling back but he doesn't go far. He rests his forehead against my own and softly smiles down at me as he gazes into my eyes. I can feel his hands on my lower back beneath my shirt. He's drawing imaginary patterns against my skin there with his fingers. He gives me another less urgent soft kiss before stepping back completely. I drop back down onto my feet and withdraw my arms just as somebody a long, low whistle. Daryl throws me a smirk before turning to face his older brother. I refuse to turn to face him because no doubt my face is the reddest it's ever been at being caught. Merle makes it worse by clearing his throat.

"Whoa bro, 'bout time ya fuckin' made a move, I mean ya've been starin' at her arse for the past coupla days like some fuckin' little love sick pup. Was startin' to think ya weren't actually gonna make a move". Can this get any more embarrassing? He's even sounding a little smug like he knew it was gonna happen. I self-consciously bite my bottom lip and fiddle with the hem of the shirt I'm wearing.

"Fuck off. I was not actin' like some love sick pup". Merle snorts and cuts him off before he can say anything else.

"Next ya gonna be sayin' ya ain't been starin' at her arse since we met her, but ya know as well as I do that that'd be utter bullshit".

"Did I say that?" At Daryl's comment I look up at him, he catches me looking and throws me wink and a smirk. Merle coughs so finally turn to look at him. He's staring at me but he's still talking to Daryl.

"It's alright little brother, ya ain't the only one I've caught starin'". Merle then winks at me as my mouth drops open. He so better not be talking about me. A hand places itself on mine that are still pulling at the hem of his shirt I'm wearing. He's probably worried about its wellbeing.

"Is that right?" My god, why can't they both just shut up?

"Yep", Merle then reaches out and pokes me in the stomach. "Ain't that right sweet cheeks?" I slap his hand away as Daryl chuckles slightly.

"That's enough Merle, leave her alone". Merle holds his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, sorry darlin' just messin' with ya". I give him a small smile which he returns, he then jumps forward and punches Daryl right in the chest, hard enough that it actually makes me wince. "Darylina, I'm fuckin' starvin', get us some lunch". He grunt but does as he's told, I watch him walk over to the truck before turning back to face Merle.

"Sometimes I really hate you, did you know that?" He places his hand over his heart and does and does an old fashioned bow.

"It's my pleasure m'lady". I roll my eyes and snort, he is an idiot.

I'm sat with my back up against Daryl's legs. He's sat cleaning his arrows while Merles in the tent riffling through his bag.

"When can you take these out?" I turn to face Daryl and point to the stiches on my forehead. He doesn't answer straight away. Instead he grabs my chin in one of his hands and tilts it upwards so he can take a look.

"Hey Merle", Merle pokes his head out the tent. "Do ya think these are ready to come out?" Merle steps fully out of the tent and bends down right in front of me, he rubs his chin before smiling at me.

"Yeah I should think so but I ain't doin' it". He then stands up and places something into his back pocket, clearly trying to keep me from seeing it, but I already have. It's a little clear baggy full of white powder. There's no guessing where he's about to disappear off to. I don't say anything though I just let him go. He disappears into the tree line after having a silent conversation with Daryl, which I have no hope what so ever of understanding. Daryl then stands up, gestures for me to stay and then goes into the tent.

He returns two seconds later with a small bottle of whiskey, I have no idea where Merle keeps getting alcohol he must have a secret stash somewhere. He also has the small med-kit in his hands, which no doubt is nearly empty. He takes a seat back on his chair and pulls me to sit right in front of him on the floor, so my head is at the right level.

"Ya might feel a slight tuggin' and maybe a slight stingin' sensation". He then gives me a small apologetic smile before opening the small bag and rifling through it.

"Great, I'm looking forward to it". He chuckles at me as he pulls out a small white cotton cloth. He then dips it into the bottle of whiskey and starts to clean a small pair of scissors and tweezers.

"I hope ya realise we're slowly runnin' out of the good stuff". He makes it sound like it's such a loss. I can't help but smile about it as he grabs my chin and tilts my head back slightly.

"Well I feel privileged, I shall savour the moment". Except for a small smirk he doesn't otherwise acknowledge what I said. He then wipes the same cloth he used to sterilize the scissors with to wipe my forehead, that alone stings.

"Ok 'ere goes". I don't exactly know what you do to remove stiches because I've never watched any being taken out, but I can sort of guess. I can feel the stitch being pulled through my skin. It tugs and feels absolutely horrible. The first couple he removes feel uncomfortable but they don't hurt but when he gets to the third stitch that is when it starts to sting. It's not an unbearable pain but it hurt enough for me to accidently take in a sharp breath. Daryl notices this and stills his hands.

"Sorry, 'cause it wasn't exactly done professionally, the scab has stuck to the thread". He makes it sound like it's his fault but really it's mine for falling in the first place. His features are pulled down into a frown and he seriously does not look happy about it. I place a hand on his knee and give it a slight squeeze.

"It's fine, just pull them out quickly and get it over with". He stares down into my eyes leaving me no choice but to stare back. Under his intense gaze my mouth goes dry leaving me no choice but to lick my lips. I watch as his eyes follow that movement before he suddenly clears his throat and goes back to staring at my forehead. I try to hide my own smile but I'm sure I'm failing miserably. He goes about pulling the next stitch out. Thankfully this one doesn't hurt as much as the one before. The closer he gets to end the less they sting. The last one gets pulled out and he leans back to look down at me.

"It looks a lot better than it did, nowhere near as bad. It should just fade then ya'll hardly know it's there". He places his hand on the side of my head and runs his thumb lightly across my newly acquired scar. He then, with his other hand, wipes a damp cloth across my forehead. "I've gotta put this on 'cause there's still a possibility that it could open up under this heat". He then places a big plaster on my head. This completely defeats the reason on why I wanted them removed in the first place. I pull my eyebrows down then back up, when I stop and look back up at Daryl I see that he's smirking down at me.

"This isn't any better in fact I think I preferred the stitches. It hurts to frown". I then back that up by frowning. It pulls more than the stitches did. He startles me when he suddenly lets out a bellowing laugh.

"Don't do that, course it's gonna pull if ya do that face". He places both of his hands back onto the sides of my face and uses his thumbs to smooth out the creases on my forehead. I relax my face and avert my eyes to his lips when I catch his tongue poke out to lick them. One of his hands slides round to the back of my neck and I feel him assert pressure so I willingly move forward. He lowers his head down so I don't have to strain to reach him. I then place both my hands on his thighs just as his lips connect with my own.

It's just as perfect as the first one, only softer. He pulls back slightly to linger so teasingly close, I only have to move forward an inch and I would feel his lips again but I manage to restrain myself. He places a small soft kiss against the corner of my mouth before pulling away completely. I move back as he reaches down onto the floor beside him.

"'ere ya gonna help me skin these squirrels". He's picked up two hunting knives, the same ones we used when he first showed me how to do this. I take the knife out of his hand along with a dead squirrel he's got sat beside him.

"You know this doesn't help". He raises an eyebrow at me so I make it clearer for him. "They don't taste very nice as it is, so skinning them just makes them even more disgusting. I don't mind rabbit but squirrel is urgh". I scrunch my face up and poke out my tongue just in case I wasn't clear enough for him. He nudges my bare foot with one of his booted ones.

"Next time I'll make sure I get rabbit or maybe deer. Ya ever had venison before"? He starts skinning his own squirrel.

"No, I've only ever had cow, pig and chicken and well now I've had squirrel and rabbit to but I've never had deer". I then quickly poke him in the leg with the handle of my knife. "You know you could just go find me a cow or something".

"I'll tell ya what, if I find a deer and ya eat it then me an' Merle will go down to the nearest farm and get ya a cow. Ok?" I can't help but smile at that, I was just messing with him. I'm extremely grateful for the food he brings back even if it is squirrel. I would eat anything as long as it put food in my stom2ach.

"Ok". He nods his head then points down to the dead squirrel in my hands.

"Good, now get skinnin'", I get to it.

It takes about twenty minutes to skin all of Daryl's catch. It's clear I'm no professional, while my hands and thighs are covered in blood his seem to have remained nearly spotless. As I'm looking down at my red hands a rag lands into my lap.

"It would only 'ave been on ya hands if ya hadn't wiped ya hands on ya legs". I stick my tongue rather childishly out at him before leaning forward, and before he even knows what I'm doing I'm wiping my hands down the side of his face. No matter how quick I was before, I'm not quick enough to move away. He grabs both of my wrists in his hands and stands up, leaving my no choice but to stand up as well. I have no idea what he plans to do and he is in no mood to tell me. He transfers both of my wrists into one of his hands and with the other now covered in blood, he raises it. I know exactly what he's about to do but it's too late. I take a big step back but his arms are longer than mine so he can still reach me. unable to go back any further I turn my face away from him and close my eyes and mouth ready for what he's about to do.

I don't have to wait long. He places his hand over the whole of my face and wipes downwards, no doubt leaving a trail of red, I can see it on the top of my cheeks when I open my eyes. His hand doesn't stop though when he reaches my chin, no he keeps going down the front of my neck. He stops just short of the shirt. He then lets my wrists go and smirks down at me.

"I hope you realise how disgusting and wrong this is". He merely laughs at my complaining.

"I do, and it's ya own damn fault for startin' this shit". He then drops back down into his seat while I just stand looking and definitely feeling gross. At least I know what I'm never ever doing again. Neither of us says anything as he wipes of his face with the rag I dropped earlier. When his face his clean, well cleaner than it was, he must decide to take pity on me because he reaches forward and grabs one of my hands and pulls my over to him. When I'm stood as close as I can get without actually sitting on him, he places a hand on my hip and pushes, signalling for me to get down, which I do without complaint.

"Close ya eyes", he then scrubs at my face. I open my eyes again when he runs the cloth down onto my neck, he peels open the top of the shirt to make sure he gets every last drop. He's smirking while he's doing it and he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's eyeing up what the shirt is supposed to be covering. Not that you're going to find me complaining about it. When he's done he leans back and holds out the rag for me to take.

"Ya'll 'ave to do ya hands and leg". I take it from his hands and clean myself off the best I can, it'll get done properly the next time I take a wash.

I ended up watching Daryl cook some of the meat, he asked if I wanted to do it but I declined. I don't cook, it's not that I won't ever it's just that I can't. He had a good laugh about that saying that even Merle knows how to cook. Merle still hasn't made an appearance but Daryl doesn't seem that bothered, I think he's actually relieved that he hasn't especially considering what Merle's actually doing out there. Neither one of us wants him to come back high and then decide he wants a fight with someone from the other camp.

"I've gotta go to the loo". He looks up at me from what he's doing.

"Alright be careful and take this", he holds out the knife he gave me when we first met. I take it from his outstretched hand and attach it to my shorts. "And if ya do 'appen to see Merle over there tell him to get his fuckin' arse back 'ere".

"Well I don't intend to see Merle out there especially not when I've got my shorts round my ankles. It'd be embarrassing and he would never let me hear the end of it". He snorts at me so I take this as my queue to go.

I'm only gone two minutes but just as I step out from the cover of the trees the heavens decide it's time to open. The rain feels nice and cool against my hot skin so I stop in my tracks to allow it to wash over me. From the other camp I can hear the kids squealing and can see people rushing to take down washing and even some running for cover. Daryl just sits there, he doesn't look happy about the fact that his meat is getting wet so he just dumps it into a container to keep it dry. Slowly I make my way over to him and sit opposite him in Merles chair. As soon as my bum hits the seat though a shout comes from behind me.

"Hey sweet cheeks that's my seat", Merle has finally decided to grace us with his presence. I don't get out the chair straight away instead I turn to face the direction he's coming from. His voice must travel because he's nowhere near us.

By the time Merle reaches us the rain has stopped, it was one of those summer showers. They only last a few minutes but by the look of all us you would have thought it had been raining for hours. I am soaking wet so when Merle stops in front of me waiting for his chair back I gladly get up to go look for a dry towel. I dry my hair the best I can before putting it in a braid. I don't bother with a fresh set of clothes because these being wet will make me a bit cooler, so instead I dry my feet before chugging the towel back in the corner and grabbing another one for Merle and Daryl. It's there underneath that towel that I see, the scream passes through my lips and I jump out of the tent just as Daryl and Merle scramble to their feet. They both have their weapons raised but I don't care, I'm jumping on the spot pointing towards the tent door.

"It's in there, get it out". Daryl asks me what is it but I ignore him, instead I give another little squeal and push Merle towards the tent. Daryl slowly peels aside the door and steps cautiously inside with Merle right behind him they then have the nerve to laugh. Merle suddenly comes jumping out the tent and flings his hands at me. I wasn't prepared for him doing that, although I should have known he would have, so I let out another scream and jump away from him flinging my arms about. He then bends over and places his hands on his knees and laughs. I hate him so much. I raise one of my bare feet and kick him in the side. He collapses down onto his chair and holds up his hands in surrender.

"Relax girl, I ain't got nothin'. Daryl's gettin' it now". Although I know he hasn't got it I still don't go near him, instead I wait on the opposite side for Daryl to emerge. I don't have to wait long, he steps out the tent with his hands cupped together. I point off towards the trees.

"Get rid of it". He goes to walk past me towards the direction I pointed at but ends up stopping beside me. He removes his top hand allowing me to see the hairiest, biggest, ugliest looking spider I have ever seen in my life. I give him a shove in the shoulder and step away from him. "Stop it, go away and get rid of it". They both start laughing again but Daryl at least has the decency to get rid of it.

So here we are another chapter done, chapter 8 could make it up at the weekend because for the first time ever I've already started writing it and I know exactly what's going to happen. Chapter 8 will be the last chapter before I then go on to follow the plot of season 1.