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Chapter Nine

Chayse was standing outside of the prison but still safely on the inside of the gates where Daryl was trying, but very unsuccessfully trying to teach her how to shoot a pistol.

"Come the fuck on, Chayse. It's just a damn pistol. I learned how to shoot this thing when I was seven." Daryl told her annoyed that she just was not getting it. "It ain't that fuckin hard."

Chayse glared at him and dropped the gun, so she wouldn't actually shoot him. Accidently. "You know not all of us can be this big bad walker killing machine. I actually have to learn first. I don't think Carl or Beth just picked up a gun and knew how to use it."

"Want one of them to teach you?" Daryl asked scowling at her. "It did not take this fuckin' long for them to learn how to shoot."

Chayse gave him a disbelieving expression. "This is like my second time holding a weapon give me a break."

"Nobody ain't givin' breaks anymore. So you might as well get that thought out of your head, quick. If you ain't gonna be nothin' more than another mouth to feed than just get the hell out." Daryl snapped at her.

Chayse stared at him. Not knowing whether to be hurt or offended. "On second thought, I'll just have Glenn or Maggie teach me." She told him coldly and shoved his pistol in his hand.

Daryl stared at the gun in his hand as he watched her walk away and back into the prison.

"Fuck."

Amelia was up and in the shower before Merle was even up. He was still snoring and still hogging most of the bed covers. Even though Merle liked to be a badass in bed, while sleeping, he was a total teddy bear who would curl up to her and hold her tightly. Something she would have never expected from him. Since as soon as they had sex he rolled over and went to sleep.

Amelia got out of the shower and dressed in jeans and a tank-top and went into the kitchen looking for something to eat.

It felt weird doing this. She never, ever, thought that after the end of the world she could have the luxury of looking into cabinets and working fridges and look for something to eat. It was small things like that, that made her realize that there could be some small hope. But always a part of her felt guilty for it. She just knew Chayse didn't have the same thing.

She finally settled on some cereal and went into the living room and popped in a movie. Another thing she never would have thought about. Sure, there might not be cable, but you gotta take the little things life gives you.

She jumped slightly when the door opened and Merle groaned as he walked towards the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge to get himself a cold beer.

"Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?" Amelia asked as he came back inside the living room and sat on the recliner near the sofa.

Merle smirked at her over the top of his beer. "It's five o'clock somewhere." He told her before taking a long gulp of it.

Amelia nodded and stared at him. "So, know what you're doing today?"

Merle shrugged. "Probably take guard at the wall for a bit. Then might go back to bed."

"Wow, productive day. It's like there's nothing to do here."

"You know there are actually people 'round here. There are places you can go and things you can do, you're just choosin' not ta."

Amelia raised her brows at him and shrugged. "I'm just not comfortable here, and neither are you."

Merle stared hard at her. "You don't know how the fuck I feel 'round here. So don't go insinuatin' shit."

"I'm not insinuating anything. You told me I shouldn't trust this place." Amelia said, totally bluffing. He actually didn't mention anything about Woodbury last night, but now she could try weasel information out of him.

Merle leaned forward and stared her in the eye. "Bullshit."

Amelia shrugged acting not bothered. "Deny it or not but it's the truth. You wouldn't remember anyway. I fucked you stupid."

Merle squinted his eyes at her. "You didn't fuck me stupid, sweetheart. You don't got that kind of skill."

Amelia looked at the television acting un-bothered. "I don't know. Came pretty hard last night to make a statement like that to me today."

Merle got up and put his beer on the table in front of him, he didn't say anything while he walked back to the bedroom-but he did slam the door.

Amelia couldn't help the smirk that came on her face as she continued to eat her cereal.

Whether Merle liked to admit it or not, he totally lost that fight.