Warning: This chapter does have some smut. Consider yourself warned.

There was only one person who called Terry by the name Wynnie without getting their ass beat to a pulp afterwards. Terry's attention was drawn from the crowd that she had been studying to the porch where a very familiar redhead was standing. It was a wonder that the men hadn't made the connection yet- if the difference in hair color was ignored, they were strikingly similar. It wasn't hard to tell that they were related in some way.

"Ryan?" she called out, her voice nearly cracking at the end. Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she was sure that it was going to burst at any second. The redhead ran off the porch and immediately headed towards her, wrapping his arms around the girl who was significantly shorter than he was.

Ryan Argall hadn't expected to see his sister ever again. It had taken Atlanta no time to be overrun with Walkers so he had assumed that New York City had been forsaken from day one. His mam, da and little sister were doomed from the beginning. But here she was with a group of three men, driving to get supplies and she looked different. When they broke the hug, he studied her intensely.

"What the fuck happened to you, kid," he said with a laugh. "You're not the Wynnie I know." He grabbed her right arm and held up the bandaged stump.

"I'm not sure you'd believe everything if I told you the whole story," Terry said, laughing.

There was a loud clearing of the throat and their reunion was put on hold. Ryan was forced to turn around and face the man who had called out the men. "Ryan, mind telling me what the hell is going on?" he inquired. Terry looked at her group, only to see that their expression asked the same question. The only person who didn't seemed to be lost was Daryl, who looked at her with a minuscule smile.

"Charlie, you can't hurt these people," Ryan said, his words sounding more like he was telling the leader some undeniable truth rather than asking him a question. "Or at least not my sister, Terrwyn," he said, motioning towards Terry. She wanted to protest and say that hurting any of them wasn't an option but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud in fear of jinxing their luck. The fact that she was lucky was now irrefutable. She had managed to get out of New York alive, get to Georgia without getting killed, been saved from dying of a Walker bite and now she had found her brother.

"Sister? I thought you said she had been in New York City," Charlie said, looking at the girl with suspicion. "Don't look like she's in New York to me."

"I was," Terry said, speaking up. "I came down to look for Ryan after our parents…" she looked at her brother with a solemn expression which he seemed to return. "It was hell, but I made it down here. When I saw that Atlanta was overrun, I figured the worst."

Ryan watched; his mind filled with anxiety, as Charlie seemed to be mulling over the new bits of information. Whatever he decided to do with Terrwyn's companions didn't matter as much as what he decided to do with her. He couldn't help but shoot a rather sharp glance in the direction of the man who stood close by her side. Everyone had heard about the couple that had been in the town when Mickey and Dean were stuck on one of the roofs. They had claimed that the couple had been getting it on throughout the night and even the next day.

Ryan had to remind himself that Mickey was prone to exaggerate and Dean usually went along with Mickey's exaggerations for the hell of it. But he couldn't help but think that the man that stood with his sister was way below her. He looked like a very typical redneck and from what he had heard while he was still in the house, he sounded very much like one too. Even though she didn't look as glamorous now, Ryan still believed that his sister deserved the best of the best. She was a diva at heart; she had been one for ages. It was hard to believe that she wasn't wearing makeup or high heels. Her clothes, a simple tank top and shorts, were far from being her style.

He made a mental note to go searching for clothes with her as soon as they returned to New York.

"Any friend of Ryan's family is welcome in our town," Charlie announced after thinking things through. He looked at the men. "Go on with your business! There's nothing more to see here."

Terry looked at the rest of her group with a joyous expression. The fact that her brother happened to be in this group was a whole new level of luck, the kind she couldn't believe. She watched as the group of men separated, most of the men returning the places that were, apparently, their home. "Can anyone just explain what just happened?" Glenn asked as the group gathered around into a small circle.

"You were extremely lucky, that's what," a voice said, intruding into the conversation. Everyone looked at the man, Charlie, who now stood over them with Ryan at his side. "You have one hour to take any supplies that you need from the local store, but that's it. Stay longer and we won't be so kind. Try and go anywhere else and my men have the go to shoot you." After those words he walked away, retreating into the house that he had come out of.

"We can't waste any time," Glenn said, heading straight for the store that was only a few houses away. T-Dog followed him but both Daryl and Terry stood in the same spot, Ryan standing across from them. There was a moment of silence before the siblings embraced once more, this time the hug lasting longer than it had done before. It was a profound feeling for both of them. They had assumed that they had lost their family, the people that they had grown up with only to find out that one other member survived.

"So who the hell is this redneck fuck?" Ryan said, his words causing Daryl to take on a defensive position. Terry had been tempted to laugh, knowing that her brother didn't mean any harm with those words. That was the way he always spoke to the men that she had dated, calling them names and being nasty towards them. But when she had looked at Daryl and saw how defensive he had become she realized that, this too, was another thing that had been completely unnecessary behavior that belonged in her old life.

"Ryan, don't," she said, taking Daryl's hand into hers. "This is Daryl, he's my-" she paused, wondering what the appropriate term was for him. He had called her his woman, but did that mean that they were a couple or was it weird to call him her boyfriend? "My man," she said, deciding on using the same term for him as he seemed to use for her. "He brought me to his group and they've been keeping me company," she explained.

"Your man?" Ryan laughed at his sister's words, effectively offending Daryl. "Seriously, who are you and what have you done with Wynnie?" His laughing stopped when he noticed the look that she was giving him. He mouthed a 'fine' before looking away from Daryl.

"I'm going to go get the duffle bag," Terry announced, looking at Daryl.

Fed up with Ryan's mocking, Daryl decided that he'd show the man who he was to Terry. He leaned down and kissed her, catching her off guard. Usually he felt that whatever was between him and Terry was meant to remain between the two of them. Nobody else had any business knowing what it was like for the two of them. But the way Ryan had laughed at the notion that they were together had pissed him off, beyond words. He watched as terry went back to the Hyundai and went to open the trunk.

"Listen, Darrell," Ryan said, purposely getting Daryl's name wrong. "I don't give a fuck who you are to my sister; I don't think you're good enough. She's not that girl she looks like right now. She doesn't belong in this world, not out fighting for her life anyways. She belongs in a fucking penthouse with whiskey by the bottles, a dress that's tighter than all hell on her with as much makeup as she can fit on her pretty little face. In this world she might like someone like you," he said, obvious disdain in his voice. "But you are not the kind of man she deserves."

"Guess I'm lucky then," Daryl replied. "That this is the world we live in right now."

He headed straight for the store, ready to gather as many supplies as he could carry. But not matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Ryan's words out of his mind. It wasn't like the thought hadn't occurred to him before, that in any other situation he would never be able to catch her attention. Heck, it had often popped up in his mind, the thought directing him to end things with her because he couldn't be what she was supposed to have. What he felt that she needed.

"I don't need you. But right now I want to be with you."

Daryl reminded himself of the words that she had said to him when he told her that he couldn't be what she needed. Even if she wasn't the girl that she used to be, she should know better than anyone else what she wanted. He looked up as he heard the bell ring, indicating that someone had entered the shop. In entered Ryan and Terry, the man looking as if he was bothered with something. Daryl smiled to himself, feeling victorious.

How dare he? Terry thought to herself as she went straight for the personal care section. She should have known that Ryan would never approve of Daryl. He had always had a preference for the richer, better looking and sharply dressed guys that she had dated. But to tell her that he was trash? She threw the tampons into the duffle bag in an angry fashion. She was still happy that she had her brother back in her life but there were some things that were never going to change. Sibling disputes were one of those things.

She knelt down as she looked at the family planning section. There were only a few boxes of condoms left, causing her to smile slightly. Funny how people didn't seem to think of taking tampons when running away from their hometown but they thought of taking an abundance of condoms. She grabbed the remaining packs and put them into the bag before she began throwing the pregnancy tests into the bag.

"Looks like they took the booze." The sudden interruption startled Terry, causing her to back up quickly, nearly falling down in the process. She was quickly steadied by Daryl who seemed to be slightly amused by the situation. "Ya actin' like ya got somethin' t'hide," he said, looking at what she had in her hands. The sight of the pregnancy test immediately silenced him and wiped the grin off of his face.

"Oh, it's for Maggie. She suggested we have some… Just so we can know if there is anything," Terry said, quickly throwing the last test into the bag. Her cheeks were now a dark shade of red from embarrassment of being caught with a pregnancy test in her hand. She had been considering taking one, just in case. She had been plenty careless back before the Walkers came to be but somehow she had always been lucky and not gotten pregnant. She was hoping that this time around her luck would continue.

"Guess it'd be good to know," Daryl said, moving on to the vitamins that were close by. "Don't Lori need some vitamins? Try and keep her healthy 'n shit?" he questioned. Terry nodded as she approached him and they quickly put most of the vitamin and supplements into the duffle bag.

It had only taken them about forty minutes to pretty much empty the store of any valuable or useful items that were still in the store. The selection was far poorer than it had been when they first visited the town and both Daryl and Terry felt bad about the fact that they hadn't taken more things when they had gone to the store in the first place.

"Alright, the car's loaded," T-Dog announced as he closed the trunk.

"Wynnie, we can't just… leave each other now. Not after all you've been through to get down here to find me," Ryan said, looking at his sister with a serious expression. Terrwyn looked at him and nodded. Even if he was an asshole, he was still her brother and last kin. He was the one who had taken care of her when she needed someone to watch out for her and he had been the one who had picked her up whenever she called. It made no sense to just give him up after finding him.

"Why don't you come with me back to the prison? Spend some time with my friends," she offered, hoping that he would accept. She watched as one corner of his mouth lifted; a sign that she knew well that indicated that he was about to decline. "You heard what Charlie said. He doesn't want strangers here, but my people will let you come," she pleaded.

"I'm not sure your man would appreciate my presence," Ryan said, watching as Daryl entered the car.

"You're saying you'd appreciate his?" Terry challenged. "Look, I'm sure you both can be in the same area without talking to each other, right? If either of you actually gave a fuck about me, you'd ride it out."

"Fuck women and their guilt tripping," Ryan said with a resigned sigh. "Fine, I'll come along with you and your 'people'," he said, making sure to air quote people.

"Fuck."

Terry threw down the belt like item she had been trying to shorten in anger. She had been hoping that she could, eventually, fashion it into something that she could use to attach weapons at the end of her stump. If she wasn't able to use her right arm for normal tasks, the least she could do was make it so that she could use it to defend herself. But because of her inability to use both her hands in making the weapon attachment thing she was ready to give up on the idea. Perhaps she was doomed to become more useless than she had been prior to the amputation.

"You called fer me?"

She looked up at the entrance of her cell and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of Daryl. It had become a thing. Whenever she was on the verge of giving up because of the frustration that came with no right hand, he seemed to appear and he was beginning to use that stupid line every single time. Either that or he would not reckon her to be a quitter or something similarly ridiculous. But it never failed to make her feel better.

"God, it feels like I haven't seen you in forever," she said, standing up and walking up to him. She knew why they hadn't been spending a lot of time together. Her brother had completely taken over her, trying to spend as much time as possible with her. She didn't mind that much, she had missed him and being in his company once more was a luxury she had thought she would never get to experience again.

His presence however meant that Daryl wasn't likely to approach her, at least not as much as he did prior to Ryan's arrival. As much as she loved her brother, she longed to spend some time with Daryl. After losing her hand he had become a vital part of her life. Not just as her right hand, but as someone she needed. She couldn't help but feel silly, needing someone. Especially since she had specifically told him that she didn't need him. His presence was necessary for her to get through the day with her sanity intact.

Daryl replied to her by resting his hands on her hips and bending down, luring her into a soft, delicate kiss which was unlike the other kisses that they had exchanged.

"I've missed you."

"I've been here, ya know. Ain't like I've been gone all day long," Daryl said, the tone of his voice giving away how much he was enjoying this.

"Might as well been, with Ryan-"

"Don't mention 'im, please?"

"Fine."

She was disheartened by the fact that her brother and Daryl didn't get along at all. No matter how hard she would try to fool herself, tell herself that they would come to their senses and befriend each other, she knew that it was very unlikely. It was a miracle that either of them hadn't insisted that she just chose one and told the other to go. Of course it wasn't their place to tell her, especially if they weren't in charge of the prison.

"What were ya tryin' to make?" Daryl asked, picking up the small belt like item.

"I was thinking of trying to make… like a holster? Or you know, something that could go around my arm so I could have a knife or something on the end of this… thing," she said, looking at her stump with contempt.

"A knife?"

"You sound like it's a surprising idea."

"'Cause it is. Didn't exactly picture ya with a knife on yer arm," Daryl said, still fingering the belt he had picked up.

"I have to have some use for this," Terry said, waving her arm. "If I can't use it to keep things still, might as well use it to keep myself alive."

The idea of her having a knife at the end of the stump was somehow exciting to Daryl. There was something about how she was refusing to become crippled by her stump that made him want her more and it helped him appreciate the fact that she was his. Of course she would want a weapon at the end of her arm, she was his woman and she wasn't just going to sit around and be useless for the rest of her life.

Their eyes met and he couldn't help but lean in towards her, stealing a single kiss. She didn't need him to do anything for her but she wanted him around.

"Did I say something to lure you in?" she asked with a titter.

"Ya don't need anythin' t' lure me in," he told her, speaking the truth. She would always draw him in, he was sure of that. She didn't need to say things to get him to want her.

This time it was she who pulled him into a kiss and it was driven by a certain hunger, rather than delicacy. They teetered deeper in the cell, eventually sliding down on to the bed she was beginning to view as her own. Their tongues battled as their hands ran over the surface of each other's clothes. Terry shivered as Daryl's cold hand found its way under her shirt, causing him to break the kiss.

"You 'kay?" he asked with concern in his eyes.

"Your hand was cold," she replied, pulling him down with her good hand so that they could resume locking lips once more.

Their hands began to sneak under the clothes. His were cold, causing her to wriggle under his touch until his hands had warmed up. She slid her left hand under his shirt, allowing it to explore his chest and stomach. She tried to remember whether she had done this before, when they had been together while they were in the town. But her memory drew a blank and her hand certainly didn't recognize the touch of his bare chest as well as it should of.

She tugged at the end of his shirt, not wanting to attempt pulling it off with only one good hand. As if he understood her request, Daryl pulled the shirt off of his body revealing the chest that she had been exploring. Terry pulled herself up, wanting to kiss him, only to be left with her head at his chest. It didn't stop her; instead she began gently kissing his chest.

Daryl tensed up when he lips gently touched his chest. A hand was something he could get used to exploring his chest but the idea of lips on his chest, now that was ridiculous. But when he looked down to see her gently placing her lips on his chest as if she were trying hard to avoid hurting him, his muscles relaxed. He gently led her down so that she was lying on her back once more and he pulled off her shirt, revealing the soft lines that were now his. As he pressed his body against her and their lips met once more, his hand wandered under her and he struggled momentarily with the hook that hid her breasts.

"Mmm, Daryl," she said, her breath tickling the side of his neck as she kissed his jawline.

Once he had gotten the bra off he traveled downwards, this time taking more time to admire the beauty of the two round objects that were in front of him. God, they were just so soft. He leaned down and suckled on one of them, taking in the sweet taste of her skin that followed. As she trembled beneath him, a grin rested upon his lips. The fact that he could make her react that way.

"Dar-yl," the way she said his name rung with urgency, causing him to move so that they were once more face to face. "I need you." There was no need for her to tell him that she did, the desire was obvious in the way she was tugging at his pants. He didn't waste any time, quickly undoing his pants and kicking them off before pulling down the pants that had kept her wrapped up, right out of his reach.

As they consumed each other in eager kisses, she used her feet to slowly pull down the final barrier that kept his erect manhood from her. Pressing his body closer to hers Daryl could feel how she quivered, almost resembling someone who was destitute. He broke the kiss to look at her and they shared a smile, both feeling that it was way overdue that they returned to pursuing each other physically.

"I want ya," he murmured, pulling down the panties that had been hiding her softness from him. He reached down and gently caressed her, allowing the sensation to become familiar to his fingers. He smiled triumphantly as he slid his finger into her wetness, allowing it to disappear temporarily. He moved it, bending it slightly, causing Terry to writhe under his touch.

"Daryl,"

The way she said his name caused him to retreat his finger before he positioned himself properly. She had been begging for him to enter her, begging to feel the fullness that came when he was inside of her. He slowly slid into her, filling up every inch that she had to offer. Slowly he began to thrust, trying to avoid going too fast. Resisting the urge to go faster got increasingly difficult until eventually he caved in, sliding in and out, thrusting deeper when possible.

Her fingers dug into his back, causing a surge of pleasure to go through his body. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her, their tongues dancing as he reentered her over and over again.

"God, Terry," he managed to squeeze out as his pace slowed down. The way she clenched around him was something he had never experienced before, causing him to instantly release, pulsating within her. She pulled her head up and planted a kiss on his lips before allowing herself to fall back down. He hung his head and let it rest in the valley between her neck and shoulder. He placed a small kiss on her collarbone before slowly pulling out of her.

She wanted to say it, the words playing on her lips. She told herself that she just had to spit it out, that it wouldn't do much harm. Because she really did, after all. Saving her life and becoming her right hand, he had really done it himself. If he didn't like it he could only blame himself. It wasn't like she had tried to. She opened her mouth, mouthing the words over and over again but unable to actually voice them.

She ran her hand through his hair, mouthing the words that she had never been able to say to any man.

I love you.

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Guess there wasn't that much happening in it. :) but at any rate, thank you to those who are reviewing all the time. I really can't express how happy I am to see some comments from you guys. I know I say this all the time, but I'm just that happy about it!