I'll edit this when I actually have time :P. Also I'm going to update on Sunday from now on. I just don't have the time on Saturday. Anyways, enjoy ;)

Daryl was leaving. He had been asked by Aaron to be the second recruit. According to Aaron, Daryl was a perfect fit. He knew what it was like out there, he knew the difference between a good person and a bad person and he didn't like being locked inside Alexandria.

I knew this because I had paid Aaron a visit. At first, I went to him to be angry. To yell at him. How dare he take Daryl away? He just got to safety, things were good between us. He needed this.

But when I arrived and Aaron remained calm and explained it to me, I knew he was right. I had always known this to be honest. I knew Daryl wasn't and wouldn't be happy if he stayed here, locked up inside a house. Forced to be civil. That wasn't Daryl. I just didn't want him to go, to risk his life out there. But I also knew he had to. So after I talked to Aaron about it. He knew exactly how I felt. He wanted Eric to stay home and stop risking his life out there.

But I knew this was Daryl's decision, if he had made the choice to go. I couldn't stop him, so I'd support him.

That night we were both sitting downstairs in the living room. Carl was sitting in his room, Rick was patrolling outside with Michonne and Olivia was god knows where. She'd do that a lot nowadays. She'd just disappear and not come back until dark. I knew she was leaving Alexandria, wandering around the perimeter. I was worried about her, a few days ago she finally seemed to be doing well. But now I wasn't so sure anymore.

I was standing in the living room, while Daryl was sitting on the couch. My arms were folded over each other and I was biting my lip in concentration. I was thinking about the situation, how life would be like without Daryl. It was almost unimaginable, even though it had already happened for me. The first days with only Judith had been one of the worst days of my life. I was alone, with no idea how to take of the little baby that had been my responsibility. I remember missing Daryl so much, even though we didn't really have anything yet.

I knew Daryl felt bad for leaving, not only me, but everyone. He felt like he was abandoning the group. But I assured him that this was the best choice for him, no one blamed him. We all understood.

This was Daryl's last day in Alexandria for God know's how long. I hoped he would return soon, but I had to consider the fact that it may be weeks before we would see him again.

I turned my head to look at the room we had grown accustomed to. Our group had made this house, our house. We hadn't moved anything, but we had taken all the family pictures away. That had been a rough day, it felt as if we were stealing somebody else's house. Like we had taken it from someone.

The books that were placed on the shelves were unfamiliar to me. There was only one book that was actually 'mine', the Jane Eyre book that I had found in the shed. I had placed it on the shelve next to the unknown books, hoping that maybe one day I have read all of them. Besides the bookcase was something else that caught my eye. I had seen it before but never fully paid attention to it.

A record player was placed on a cabinet next to the books and under it were several LP's. I glanced at Daryl really quick before walking over to the cabinet. I knelt down so I could see the title of the vinyl records. It had been a while since I'd seen a record player. The vinyl records were all unfamiliar to me, except one. I smiled slightly to myself at the memories of this song, before putting it on the record player. I turned it on and within seconds the familiar melody started to play.

I turned around to face Daryl when the voice joined in with the music.

'White men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you.'

Daryl almost groaned as he realized which song he was listening to, but I was far too excited to care. I grinned up at him and slowly started to sing along, with my terrible voice.

''Shall I stay, would it be a sin?'' I sang as I walked over to him, holding out my hand. His gaze flickered over to my hand for a second and then back to me before he shook his head.

''Uh-oh, I don't dance.'' He said, visibly starting to grow more and more uncomfortable. He started shifting in his seat on the couch, glancing everywhere around the room. I almost giggled at his childlike behavior.

''Please?'' I begged him, not singing along anymore. ''I'll be the only one who'll see you dance.'' I held out my hand again and as if on cue, Elvis Presley started to sing

'Take my hand, take my whole life too'

I grinned at the coincidence and looked over at the record player. I didn't know why I looked at the player, I guess just as an automated response. But when I suddenly felt a warm hand in mine, I almost jumped. My head turned back to Daryl and saw him getting up with a sigh. Even though he was making it clear, he didn't want to be here, I still grinned at his compliance.

I led Daryl to the middle of the room, so we had enough space and wouldn't trip or bump into the furniture. My hands went around Daryl's neck, my arms gently resting on his shoulder as I stared into his eyes. Daryl's hand awkwardly went around my waist. He was tense, which was no surprise to me. I was already shocked he'd actually gotten off the couch to dance with me.

I closed my eyes, just to listen to the song that brought up so many memories for me. I thought about my mother, who would always sing along to this song. Her voice was so pretty, I used to be able to listen to it for hours. I remember her tucking me into bed, singing this song to me. Unwanted tears sprung in my eyes, but for the first time, they were actually tears of happiness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was stunned. Daryl's eyes held so much intensity, so much emotion. The blue eyes had me transfixed. He was telling me everything with those eyes. I couldn't even process the moment, he was staring at me as if I was the only thing in the world. He was the only one who had ever made me feel like that. He didn't say a word and neither did I. We both just relished in the moment. His hands around my waist, slightly gripped my shirt. My fingers ran through his hair and at that moment I realized something incredibly important.

I loved Daryl Dixon.

The thought scared me, terrified me even. Because what did it mean to love somebody? Did Daryl love me? What if we both felt something different? This was Daryl we were talking about. Even if he did love somebody, the chances of him actually admitting those feeling were incredibly small.

I think Daryl could sense my thoughts derailing because within the second I could feel his lips crashing on mine. I gasped in surprise at his action and arched my back so I could reach him even better. Our lips moved in sync with each other and for a second I couldn't believe he was mine. This guy was mine. Daryl's teeth gently bit my bottom lip and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips. My hands gripped his hair, frustrated by his teasing and I could feel him smile against me.

I hadn't even noticed the fact that the vinyl record had stopped. Elvis Presley had stopped his singing, the only thing that was audible right now was our breathing and the sounds of our lips crashing against each other.

My hands left Daryl's hair and instinctively pulled off the sleeveless jacket he was wearing, it was off in no time and things were starting to get heated. I was panting, by the lack of air and the beating of my heart. I felt his muscles, his shoulders, his skin. My hands glided up and down his arms as his went under my shirt.

His cool hands against my hot skin made me gasp again. His fingers trailing upwards on my back made me shiver and I didn't know how fast I pulled my shirt over my head. So now I was left in my bra and I went over to peel Daryl's shirt off, only his shirt had buttons.

I pulled away quickly to groan at the fact his shirt had buttons.

''Really?'' I joked, gesturing to his shirt. He chuckled and leaned forward again, my lips happily met his with a smile as I tried to unbutton his shirt while still being attached to Daryl.

When I was halfway to getting his shirt off, the door opened. Both of us flew apart within second and while Daryl was still, kinda, dressed. I hastily tried to pry my shirt from the floor and put it on again. Only I found I was having more difficulty with this than I had expected. Because of my impatience and nervousness, I kept dropping the shirt or holding it wrong.

We heard a tiny gasp followed by an 'oh shit' coming from the person who had just barged in.

Daryl, being the gentleman that he was, stepped in front of me and helped me get into my clothes. My face felt hot from the blush that had crept into it and I hastily tried to make myself presentable, with Daryl's help.

In the door stood Glenn, his face was also red with embarrassment like mine and I could only imagine the way we looked right now. My shirt was still half ridden up, my lips were swollen and I was panting. Daryl didn't look any better. His hair was pointed in every direction and the expression would have made me laugh if I wasn't feeling the exact same way.

When Glenn had stepped in Daryl and I had jumped apart from each other and we were now acting as if nothing had happened.

''Sorry guys, I didn't know you were-'' He started, but Daryl interrupted him.

''Whadda ya want?'' There was a hint of annoyance in his tone and his brows were furrowed because of the same reason.

''Noah's awake.'' The second those words left his mouth, my expression changed. My eyes widened with shock and I glanced at Daryl for a moment before bolting out the door, both men behind me.

I couldn't believe it, he was awake. There was a slight pang of disappointment at the fact that I wasn't present in the room when he had woken, but the excitement and nervousness conquered the feeling quickly. My heart had gone back to pounding inside my chest and I was sweating. Noah was alive, he was gonna be fine.

As soon as I had arrived at the house, I slowed down my pace. Letting the excitement fade away and be replaced with the reality of it all.

Noah was in there. What if he was angry we cut off his leg? I knew he said to 'Do it', but it had been in a spur of the moment. What if he regretted the decision? What if we were too late and the infection was still spreading? Wouldn't he have been feverish by now? The infection worked differently on everyone.

Glenn and Daryl were beside me, the latter placing a hand on my lower back. My eyes flickered over to him. Our gazes met and for a second neither of us said anything. Then, Daryl nodded and slightly pushed me forward in an attempt to give me courage.

I let out a soft breath before opening the door.

Noah's bed was the first one I saw. He was sitting upright, his expression positive even though he didn't look like it. My eyes flickered over to the place where his leg used to be. Pete was standing next to his bed and I tried not to tense up at the sight of him.

Pete had this peculiar air around him. An air that made him hard to trust. He seemed nice at first glance, but he was sly. He was definitely hiding something and I thought back to Rick.

'He has a wife, Jesse. What if he hits her too?'

I narrowed my eyes at him, as if it would help me figure him out. That's the moment Pete chose to look up. His gaze was neutral when he raised his head, but when he saw my expression that changed. His face fell and for a second his expression changed into something I couldn't describe. It was too fast for me to actually take a good look at, but it gave me goosebumps from head to toe. My instinct was telling me to immediately shoot the guy, get the threat out of the way.

But I knew it would only cause trouble. If I was going to shoot this guy, I would need a reason and an explanation. So I'd just have to wait. For now.

My eyes snapped over to Glenn who had caught the look Pete was sending me. His expression went from worried to annoyed within seconds, realizing what was going on. I said nothing and did not react in any way. I ignored Daryl's glare as I walked over to Noah.

If Glenn had caught on, Daryl definitely had. I doubt he would let it slide. But I pushed the thought away, focussing on Noah now.

''Hey,'' I said, sitting next to him on the bed. ''How do you feel?'' I fiddled my hands together in an attempt to prevent everyone from seeing my shaky hands. I pulled one leg up and leaned my chin no it as I watched Noah carefully.

There were dark circles under his eye and his skin was pale. The movements he made were slow and cautious, as if he was scared he'd break anything. Despite his physical condition, he was smiling and his eyes had a positive twinkle in them.

''Like I got my foot chopped off.'' He laughed, but I couldn't help the flinch that rippled through me. That was my fault. He lost his leg because of me. If I'd just broken the glass a little bit sooner. If I would have stopped Nicolas he'd still have his two legs.

''I'll be fine.'' He assured me. His hand reaching out to me. I hesitantly took it, our fingers intertwined in a supportive way.

''Thanks'' I mouthed to him, knowing Glenn and Daryl wouldn't be able to see my response. The lump in my throat was forced down as I swallowed. I attempted a smile, but it felt fake. Though Noah still gave me a beaming smile back. ''I got your notebook,'' I said, speaking up again. I reached to his bedside table and grabbed the black-bound book. There was still red coating most of the pages. I had tried to wipe away as much as possible to save the book, but it hadn't really worked. ''I found it in the van, I hope you can still use it.'' I handed the book to him and he gladly took it, flipping through the empty pages.

He didn't even seem bothered by the blood stains. A grin started to form on his face as he read the first line again.

''Thanks,'' He spoke, ''This really is a new beginning.''

Thoughts?