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When Lucy woke up in the morning, she pulled on her robe, tying it around her waist, then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. She yawned and smiled, "Good morning," she told Daryl who was wrapping and placing deer meat in the fridge. "I'm guessing you had a successful hunt?"

He nodded and looked at her, "You look happy," he commented.

She nodded, "I am."

"That's good."

"You want some breakfast? I was about to start cooking."

He shook his head and yawned, "When I'm done with this I'm gonna shower and go to bed. I've been up all night."

She nodded in understanding, and he finished what he was doing. As he started down the hall towards the bathroom, she called out, "Sweet dreams."

Merle woke to the smell of bacon and pulled his clothes on before walking into the kitchen. "Smells good, Sugarplum," he told her, his hand on her hip as he leaned over her shoulder to kiss her cheek.

"G'mornin'," she smiled. Lucy took the pan off the burner and started placing the strips of bacon onto a napkin lined plate. "I made pancakes too," she told him, nodding towards the table.

"You sure know how ta treat a man."

She smiled, getting the jug of orange juice out of the fridge. She grabbed two glasses from the cabinet and sat everything on the table, then returned for the plate of bacon, and two more plates for them to eat off of.

"Daryl back yet?" Merle asked as he ate.

Lucy nodded, "He's in bed."

After they ate breakfast, Lucy washed the dishes and they changed their clothes. Merle grabbed a beer out of the fridge before he walked outside with Lucy. She laid out on the dock, tanning. Merle sat beside her, drinking. After a while she turned over onto her back and propped herself up on her forearms to look at him, a smile on her face. "What you so happy about" he asked.

"This," she told him. "This is nice. We should do this more often."

He smiled, "I can't make any promises, Cherokee."

She pushed herself up so that she was sitting up and leaned over to kiss him. He reached up, cupping the back of her head. She pulled away, grinning, and laid back down.

They stayed out for a while longer, before eventually going back in for lunch. Lucy made sandwiches and they ate before going back out. She sat on the edge of the dock while Merle swam. Eventually, he pulled himself up on the dock beside her. "You gonna get in?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Why not?"

"If it's as cold as it was yesterday, I don't want in it."

"It ain't cold," he assured her.

She arched an eyebrow, not trusting him before stretching her leg out, dipping her foot in the water. She quickly pulled it out, "You're such a liar!"

He chuckled and he stood up.

"Don't you dare push me in," Lucy told him as she stood up too.

"I'm not; I'm gonna go get another beer." He turned to walk away and she turned back to look at the water. She heard his footsteps behind her, and before she could react, his arms were around her waist and he jumped in with her.

She screamed as she hit the water, his arms slipped from around her waist as soon as they went under. Lucy pushed herself up to the surface, coughing up water. When Merle came back up, he was laughing. She splashed him with water, "You asshole!"

He grabbed her forearms and pulled her to him, still grinning. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, "I'm just tryin' ta have some fun," he told her.

She frowned and rolled her eyes. He pressed a kiss to her lips and she pulled away, swimming back over to the dock, and pulling herself up.

"Where ya goin'?" he asked.

"Back inside." Still chuckling, he watched her walk back up to the cabin, grabbing her towel off the porch railing and wrapping it around herself.

As Lucy opened the door, Daryl stepped out, sleep still in his eyes, "Everything okay?" he asked.

"You're brother's a jerk."

"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "He's your boyfriend though."

She frowned and rolled her eyes. They stood in silence for a few minutes. "You gonna go join him?" she eventually asked, her head tilting to the side.

Daryl shook his head, "Probably not."

She was about to ask him why, and then she thought about it, "He doesn't know about the scars on your back, huh?"

Daryl shook his head, "I prefer not to talk about it."

She gave him a half-smile, "I know. He's your brother though."

Daryl shook his head again, "It would be pointless to tell him. He'll just get mad, and there's no need for that."

Lucy took a deep breath. "You hungry?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Naw, I ate right before you came in."

"I'm gonna go change then," she told him.