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Rowen splayed out on the roof of the RV as Daryl took watch. The map long forgotten underneath the leather bound notebook as she scribbled across it, her messy handwriting taking over page after page.

"What you writin' in that thing anyway," Daryl asked, looking down at her with pride. After the kiss they shared earlier that day, he kept catching himself finding new things to like about her.

"A lot of things," she said, turning her head so she was smiling at him. "Everything that goes on in my life. One day civilisation might grow back when I'm long dead, so least they'll read this," she shrugged. Turning her head back down to the notebook as she carried on writing. "And stories about nice guys and evil villains."

"What did yo' write about before?" Daryl asked. Finding every word she spoke interesting despite himself.

"All of this," she chuckled humourlessly. "The zombie apocalypse. Deep dark gore. I must say it was a lot more interesting in my books."

"Why'd you write about that?"

Rowen shrugged again, smiling slightly at Daryl. "It fascinated me. Human instinct and all that."

"Freak," Daryl smirked down at Rowen. Watching as she untangled herself from the mass of blankets and pieces of crumpled paper so she could gracefully jump forwards and playfully smack him in the arm.

"You're the freak," she grinned, allowing herself to be pulled into Daryls arms. Grinning as she felt him let out a hefty sigh.

"There was," she pulled away slightly so she could look up at his face. The soft expression he wore looking somewhat comical on his face. "Something I'd been meaning to show you. The whole reason I'm here, before you distracted me."

"How did I distract you?" Daryl asked as Rowen picked the map up which was lying on the floor.

"You spoke," she grinned impishly up at him, before pointing to a spot on the map. "I was thinking about what you said. About Sophia hiding somewhere somewhat civilised. Like abandoned houses or something and I found this. If she accidentally followed the stream the wrong way for about two days, she could have found this place. It's a tiny village, almost unnoticeable."

"How'd you find that on the map?" Daryl asked, squinting in the moonlight at the small dot she was pointing at.

"I was bored," she shrugged, finding his intent gaze on her uncomfortable. "So I say we go and look tomorrow?"

"Ain't you going to ask Rick?" Daryl asked, leaning back on the chair.

"Nope," she said, her mouth popping on the p. "I mean I'll tell Rick where we are going. But really, it's not like we're taking his precious Lori," she said with an exasperated sigh. "So it's not really nothing to do with him."

" Won't he want you to be here to do woman stuff?" Daryl asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"I'm sure they can manage one poxy laundry day without me," she frowned. Smiling at T-Dog as he walked over to relive Daryl from his watch.

"Oh can they?" Daryl said, lightly tapping her ass as she collected all of her things up as they prepared to move, making Rowen giggle slightly.

"Damn you Daryl Dixion," she smiled, walking towards the tents.

Rowen threw all everything she had cluttering her arms into her tent as she looked up expectantly at Daryl who was standing there, looking down on her with bemusement.

"You can sleep in my tent tonight. If yo' want," he said, shuffling on his feet as he waited for her answer.

Rowen bit her lip hesitantly as she looked at Daryl, his eyes glued on the dirt at her feet.

"I want too," she began. "But I can't," she shook her head violently as the memories resurfaced. Hatred towards herself filling her mind as she willed herself to stop being ridiculous.

"It's 'ite," Daryl said quickly, watching as the smiling swiftly fell off her face. "I just thought I'd be there when you have nightmares."

A look of shock passed her face, before she replaced it with an emotionless expression.

"How did you know I have nightmares?"

"You scream sometimes," Daryl shrugged, his blue eyes staring into her green ones. "I just figured."

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "But I'd like to share your tent."

"I spoke to Rick," Rowen said, holding the plate of food out to Daryl as he exited the tent. Sadness clouding his blue eyes as he took the plate. "He thinks we should do it, although you could basically hear Lori calling me a bad woman from all her childish whispers with Rick." She growled, sitting down opposite Daryl. "So after you eat this we can go. What's up?" she said, barely pausing for breath as she took in Daryls expression.

"I woke up and you weren't there," he said slowly.

"Yeah, I woke up and didn't want to wake you. You looked cute," she teased. Her eyes twinkling as she grinned. "I'm not just going to leave you Daryl. You're stuck with me," she laughed, pulling herself to her feet.

"I'm going to grab us some packs for the road. It's about a two hour drive each way." She said, enjoying the feeling of having Daryls eyes on her as she walked through the camp.

"Hey," Glenn spoke up just as Rowen began to pile things into the black canvas bag.

"Oh hey Glenn. What's up?" She smiled, zipping the bag up.

"I was just uh – wondering. You and Daryl are alright aren't you?" He said nervously.

"Yeah, why?" Rowen asked, cocking her head to the side.

"It's just you two aren't really like."

"Couple like?" Rowen interjected, a small grin still on her face. "I don't do the whole holding hands and being with each other twenty-four-seven. It's overrated. Plus could you see Daryl doing anything like that?" She questioned. Arching an eyebrow as Glenn chuckled.

"Well, I'll be off. See you later Glenn," she waved as she walked towards Daryl.

"Hey Rowen," Rick beckoned her over, his southern drawl sounding stressed. "When you get back Lori wants to talk to you."

"Fab," she muttered darkly, walking back to Daryl.

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