I don't own the walking dead just my charatcers.:)


"Susan?" Daryl called out softly, but she kept walking toward the grassy field. He didn't know whether or not to follow her. And if he did what would he say? Even around Susan he could never really speak right. He looked over at Carol and she shook her head.

"She needs space." She said running and following the group back inside. "Give her a few hours to sort our her thoughts." Carol said making Daryl turn too.

Daryl and the rest of the group went back to their block and made something to eat. Daryl didn't talk much, but Carl was hyper and was on an adrenaline high from fighting in the town. He told the story and how he fell making the sounds that attracted all the walkers and how he killed one just it lunged at Carol. Carol smiled but didn't say anything. "But then, just as the car was about to start they busted through the windows and started to grab at me!" He yelled out but in a scared tone. "Then Susan came in with that knife!" he yelled out again people jump and Rick swallow feelings suddenly nervous. "It was horrifying, but awesome." He said sitting down and smiling.

No one said anything until Daryl stood up. They all looked up at him. "What? I'm tired of these ghost stories." He rolled his eyes and walked out of the cell. Carol followed him.

"Daryl. Come on lighten up a little. We're all fine." She said.

He turned around and looked at her. "Yeah? What if…" he paused and threw his arms in the air. "Hell this is stupid!" He didn't know what to say.

"You going to talk to her?" She asked.

"It's been five hours. She hasn't come in or said anything when someone went to check on her. The kid did twice and he said she didn't even move." Daryl said. Starting to walk away Carol interrupted him again.

"It's okay to say it you know.." She paused and turned around eyeing her. "You love her.. Or at least you did. No one would think less of you. In fact they may actually…"

"Shut up." He whispered and walked away.

He walked outside and took a deep breath, breathing in the somewhat clean air. He held his stomach over his shirt and walked toward the dark shadow in the dark. Two months ago, when the group first arrived, they made sure that area was always clear of walkers so they wouldn't have to be afraid anymore. In fact Daryl and Rick did most of it. He couldn't think of anything to say or do when he finally approached her. He walked up slowly and she didn't move. He looked at her and saw the small fire she had built around her to keep her warm. He smiled remembering the first time they made a fire in the woods, he smiled even harder when he remembered that she got it light, but he almost burned her to death by pouring some of Merle's vodka on it. He slowly sat down and she still didn't move. He looked at her face and could tell she had been holding in tears. He still had no idea what to say until he looked up at him.

"I'm sorry." was all he could say. He looked down and she didn't say anything. "I really thought we would find Jack. I guess I have a knack for guessing wrong." He said still looking down.

"It isn't your fault." She said softly. "I left him alone for to long and Walter found him." She said as a small tear rolled down her face but she whipped it away quickly.

"Walter?" He asked. He had not remembered most of the journey. All he could remember is finding Jack dead.

"Oh right. Well, you know what it, isn't worth trying to make you remember." She said looking into the flames. She slid her hands down along the silver chain that belonged to Jack. "I guess the only part that is worth it is the part where I killed him." She said.

Daryl smiled but then watched her hand slide along the chain. He couldn't help but notice the clothes she was wearing. He always had a thing for brunettes who knew how to wear ripped jeans and tank tops. She shook his head trying ot remove the feelings. They sat there for a while and didn't say anything.

"What's the point of this anymore?" She finally said throwing her arms up and digging her head into her knees. "There's nothing to live for." She looked at her with a shocked expression. He never thought she would ever give up.

"Wow." Is all he said.

"What?" She said looking back into the fire.

He shot his head "I just never thought you were the type of person to give up."

"What makes you think that?" She asked.

"Well there is that. That makes my point." He said running his finger along the scar on her chest. She looked up at him surprised he touched her. " I had never stitched anything in my life before, but you never gave up, even when I messed up and had to take them all out then out then back." He said. She didn't say anything. "Susan you weren't and aren't someone who give up." He said. "But if you wanna, here." He said handing her the gun he had stuffed in the back of his pants. "It's just a disappointment is all." he said rolling his eyes and laying the gun on her lap.

He was about to get up when she grabbed his arm. "Don't." She said and with the other hand she pushed the gun away off her lap. He smiled a crocked smiled and he sat back down. She sighed and placed her head on his shoulder gently. They sat for at least another hour quietly before she finally couldn't take it anymore. "You know it wasn't fair what you did." She said. He turned he head and looked at her sideways. "Leaving the way you did. It wasn't fair." She said.

"How do you figure?" He asked innocently.

"Oh please. You know exactly why." She said sitting up. "We knew each other for what, seven or eight years and you can't say we weren't close. Then the night you left…" She paused looking down. "Then in the morning you were just gone." She said. His eyes got bigger as she talked. "Daryl you can't honestly sit there and say you didn't feel anything that night?" She asked. He kept quiet. "Oh… You didn't." She said looking down and sliding away from him a little. He still said nothing he was to busy thinking. She got a little angry. "Oh.. Then what was the point in giving me this." She asked puling the necklace up so he could see it. He watched as she pulled the smaller silver chain brush up against her skin. He almost jumped her when he saw the ring at the end of it. His mouth suddenly went dry and his chest felt a small pain for some reason. She turned to him on her knees right in front of him.

He slowly reached out and touched the ring as she help it out. "You still.. Have this?" he asked quietly.

"Still have it? Of course I do!" She raised her voice a little. "Hell, I fought for it. Walkers like to grab at shiny things. This was the only thing I had left of you…" She said and she was going to continue it if wasn't for his lips rushing up and pressing against hers.