"Sweetie, what were you thinking?" Dale sat me down on the RV's bed. "I wasn't thinking." I played with the ring on my finger, twirling it around in between my fingers. "I promised I'd keep this safe. But I can't even do that right." I hung my head and started crying.

"Look, I know what it's like to lose someone like that. I'm sure Shane wouldn't have had it any other way. Because if you died, he'd have to deal with Daryl." He was right though about my brother. I didn't even like it when he was angry. When he is angry he tends to shoot people in the face.

"He was a total wreck after Merle. He just found you, why would you want to leave him?" And his question hit home for me. "I don't want to leave my brother. But I'm having trouble believing that I deserve to live in this kind of world." He didn't say anything but just pulled me into a hug.

Out of the window I saw the campfire and everyone around it. I made eye contact with Glenn and couldn't look away. Dale looked where I was looking and gave me an all knowing smirk. "He really seems to like you." Dale pointed to Glenn and I broke eye contact with him. He looked away disappointedly.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you've never noticed the way he cares for you?" When in fact I could somewhat tell he liked me. "I've seen it. But we're in the middle of an apocalypse. I couldn't possibly," I was going to say 'get together with Glenn'. "What better time to fall in love?" And before I could respond Dale was pushing me out of the RV and towards the fire. He seated me next to Glenn and he sat on the other side of me.

"Thought you might be thirsty." Glenn handed me a small bottle of water, and our hands touched. I was so glad it was dark outside and no one could see my blush. I didn't know I was that thirsty until the bottle was empty. "Who wants to drink?" Daryl pulled out a bottle of Jack. He always seems to have an endless supply of alcohol.

"I want some!" I raised my hand and he handed it around the circle, until it got to me. After about an hour of drinking endless gulps of the warm, comforting liquid; it came to head that I got in a stupid argument. "I'm telling you that Stiffs don't like water. I've never seen a Walker cross the river." T-Dog swore, but I had my share of opinions.

"One chased me threw the river when I was luring them away from Sophia." Rick said, alcohol lacing his voice. "Thank goodness C-J came along and found her. Thank you for saving my daughter." Carol broke the argument with Sophia passed out on her lap. "Too bad you couldn't save Shane." And there goes T-Dog's big mouth.

The circle quickly got quiet, waiting for my response. I just pushed myself off the damp grass and stomped off towards an abandoned car. No one was bothering to follow me.

I had half a mind to go and just pop a cap in his face. But that might only anger the group or draw out more Walkers. I found a Stiff free SUV and climbed into the trunk area. With the click of the trunk door shutting, the tears activated in my eyes.

I realized I had no weapon with me but I felt save in here. Safer than just sitting around some stupid fire; waiting to get attacked. I've been trying so hard to like T-Dog because he's trying so hard to get along with me. If there was one thing that automatically bumped him up on my hate list; was him mentioning the Shane thing. It had quickly become taboo in the course of a day, to talk about what happened between me, Shane, and that group of Stiffs.

I pulled my knees to my chest and hid my face in my hands, resting on my knees. I am trying so terribly hard to handle the situation I have found myself in. The more I dwelled on it, the more I felt my stomach turn in discomfort. I wanted to throw up at the mere mention of that forbidden name.

I heard another door clicking open then gently shutting but didn't have to look up to know who it might be. "Hey." Glenn's voice, at any other time, would have been comforting. But as of this moment I didn't want to hear anything that anyone had to say. So with that we sat in silence for what felt like a drawn out eternity.

"If it counts for anything, he says he's sorry." And I finally looked up at him and caught a glimpse of the sad Glenn. I didn't like how his face distorted into either sympathy or apology, neither of which I wanted. "It doesn't count for shit!" I raised my voice and realized the spacious vehicle had great acoustics.

"Nothing counts for shit anymore!" I kept my knees to my chest, but rested my head on the side window. "What do you mean?" But I couldn't answer him without worrying him. I wanted to tell him that all our efforts, in a blink of an eye, every one of us could be dead. That it no longer mattered what we did; we always ran into trouble. That my feelings for him might count for nothing, if we both end up dying.

"Forget it." I snarled and looked towards him. He was sitting in the back seat with his arms over the back. He was just sitting there and staring at me, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. "Can I tell you something?" He finally asked and let out a long sigh of what sounded like relief, when I nodded for him to continue.

"What if it's something that could ruin our friendship?" I pondered the thought for a minute, but decided to muse at what he had to say. "Please just say it." And my heart beat against my ribcage with violence and nervousness. A cherry red tint crept across his face as he opened his mouth. He shut it again and opened it again, like he was thinking about something.

"I really like you!" He blurted and the red tint travelled to his ears and neck. I just chuckled out, "I know that already." He seemed shocked by laughter and it just made me laugh more. "I confess to you, and all you can say is 'I know'? For fuck's sake I just made a mistake!" He turned in the seat to face away from me.

I continued to laugh until I realized he was either mad or irritated with me. I straightened myself up and got on my knees. I leaned over the back of the seat and he just turned away from me again. I climbed over the seat and sat next to him, and grabbed his face to look at me.

Without thinking I pulled him into my arms and buried his lips under mine. I put my hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer to me and he didn't protest. I climbed into his lap and never broke contact. His hands tangled in my hair as his tongue slipped inside. After long minutes without air I had to pull away. "I like you too."

"Kind of figured that much." He was beet red and I could almost bet that I was too. "I'm really glad I found you." He rested our foreheads together and I closed my eyes. I wanted to stay forever like this and never have to face the outside terror we live.

There was a knock on the window and I couldn't help but let out an exhausted and very irate sigh. I opened the door to see T-Dog standing there and looking mighty uncomfortable. "I wanted to say sor-" but before he could say it I pushed him away from me and slid out of the truck. I kicked his legs out from under him and he hit the ground. I sat beside him and grabbed his collar.

"I don't care how sorry you are. If you so much as say hi to me again, I will not hesitate to kick your ass! If you ever think about even touching me again, I will stick this gun," I grabbed the pistol from his hip. "So far down your throat, you'll be shitting bullets until you die! Do you understand me?" He just nodded below me and I saw what looked like fear creep into his expression.

"I dropped the gun with a hard thud on his chest and got off the ground. I noted that the others were all here and gawking but I just grabbed Glenn's arm. I pulled him through the weaves of cars and to the RV. I yanked him inside and slammed the door shut. "I swear if I get my hands on him for more than two seconds," I slammed my hands down on the table.

"Come here." Glenn was sitting on the bed and I trudged towards him. He pulled me to sit in his lap once again, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I buried my face in his neck as tears trickled down my face again. I was crying because of anger and fear and an array of different emotions I never even knew existed.

Glenn just rocked with me and ran his hands up and down my back, in a comforting way. Every now and then he would 'shhh' me or tell me not to be too loud. My out cried were muffled by the fabric of his thin shirt and the jacket he loosely wore. Before I could even protest he laid me on the bed and curled in next to me. His arm going over me in an almost protective way.

"Go to sleep," he put his hand over my eyes and made them close. "I can tell you're exhausted." And he was right in every aspect. I reluctantly closed my eyes, partly because they burned, and fell right to sleep, even if it was short lived. The last thing I felt was Glenn kissing my cheeks.

Glenn's POV

What a rough night it was for not only the group but especially C-J. I looked down at our intertwined hands and noticed a ring on her finger. I've seen it before and knew it to belong to Dale's wife; Irma, I think her name was. He must have given it to her, and she looked good with it on.

T-Dog is so going to die soon. If not by a random Walker, by Chrissy's shotgun. "Glenn?" C-J stirred next to me and sat up next to me. "I made the right decision, right?" I just stared at her questioningly. "In coming along with you guys? I could have just stayed in the safety of the ranger cabin. Why did I leave?" And she laid right back down. "Because we needed you. Daryl needed you, if not more than Sophia. I needed you." I almost whispered the last part and she blushed yet again. "I need you Glenn. Probably more than you need me." And her words seemed to reign true for her.

She was silent after that and I was positive that she finally passed out. Dale appeared in the RV and just smiled down at us. Daryl sat at the table, and would occasionally glance back at me. To say it made me uncomfortable, the way he was looking at me, was an understatement.