Once again, I love you all. This is kind of a in between moment...not much happens but it will bring about the next big plot. Enjoy my loves.

"Try to make my heart break
But I was told you'd call me tonight
They're calling my name..." - Brand New

Chapter 11 – Baby Baby

"Oh my goodness…" I whispered, my hands slinking up into my hair and tugging at strands to make sure I was actually awake.

I pushed my back against the washing machine, sliding down to the floor so I could curl myself up into a ball and just die. Even if I tried to figure out what had just happened I wasn't certain any of it would make sense. Daryl had kissed me. My fingers brushed over my lips, lingering there as the rough sensation slowly subsided. He kissed me. I kissed him back. We had kissed each other.

For that brief second everything that was wrong with the world seemed to wane. It didn't matter what was on the other side of that door. I just wanted to press myself into his body and lose myself just for a moment.

And then he left me.

As fast as it had happened it ended, and I felt like the biggest fool. Damn Charlene for putting ideas into my head. Damn Daryl for making me feel things I shouldn't be feeling.

I dropped my head down to my knees and took a much-needed deep breath. What the hell was I supposed to say to him now? Do I bring it up? Do we pretend it didn't happen?

The door whipped back open, my hand immediately reaching for the knife at my hip. Daryl hovered in the doorway covered in a mess of blood and guts. His jaw was clenched tight, hands still holding his crossbow up in a defensive stance.

"Come on." He muttered, turning his back on me before I even got up from the floor.

I could slightly see over his shoulder, the three walkers who had gotten into the kitchen were sprawled out on the floor. Still all I could think about was Daryl's mouth against my own, but I didn't want to make a big deal about it. I mean, how awkward would that be? How could I think about kisses when there were bodies all around me? It was sick.

Oh hey I just wanted you to know I loved that you ripped those bodies apart….

Yeah, that seemed so sexy.

I pushed myself up from the ground and followed him out of the closet and into the house again. He was busy picking up his bag and then moving back out towards the door. I followed. I picked up my bag and pushed it over my shoulder. I looked at him and sighed. Guess I could have said something more encouraging for our voyage like 'hey lets go to the garage and get more shit' or 'hey why don't we check upstairs'. Course every time I opened my mouth I just wanted to ask him to kiss me again. Lord, I was just asking for it.

Once we got back outside I slipped my backpack tighter to my shoulder and followed him back to the car, "Should we check any other houses?" I asked, seriously wondering if we may find something that could help us out. I wasn't trying to get us alone again. I didn't want all that negative stuff raining down on me! I swear!

But the longer he looked at me…the longer he licked his bottom lip…

The more I wondered just what those kisses meant to him.

I started fumbling with the strap of my bag again.

"Forget that shit," he mumbled, moving around the truck and motioning me back to the passenger seat, "Just…just forget everything…" he sighed, "Let's just get going again…"

I nodded, pulling the door open and deciding to ignore what had just happened between us. If he didn't want to talk about it, well I wasn't going to bring it up. It was already making me feel things I hated. I opened up the passenger side door and wondered how awkward our drive would be after this.

"Put your hands behind your head!" Yelled a female voice, not one I recognized, but firm enough that I felt my stomach drop, my knife hit the ground beside my foot.

Both of us stumbled out the doors, me grabbing onto the side of the car and steadying myself.

I looked over at Daryl and he nodded for me to do what the voice said; putting his owns hands behind him and then turning towards the voice. When he was compliant…I was nervous. I didn't like when he was nervous.

I slipped my right hand behind my ear, my left slipping my small army knife deep down into my jeans, close to my underwear. I pushed it so far down that I was afraid I'd cut off my own genitalia. I quickly brought my hand back up towards my head and held it there.

I slowly turned towards the voices, my eyes taking in four men and one woman.

They looked young, rested; they looked much better than I felt.

"We don't want no trouble." Daryl started.

"Yeah, no trouble." I added, hoping my tears would convince them to move on.

" Don't matter," the man with the shotgun started, " just keep yer hands behind yer head and when I tell ya to move forward, ya do so."

I looked over at Daryl. He gave me a wink, although I wasn't sure if it was meant to be comforting or not. All I knew was that I felt sick to my stomach. After facing the flu, facing walkers, facing the governor... facing each other… I just wanted to sleep and forget that we were even in this predicament.

"Two houses over." One of the men grunted, nodding towards a house and then pushing a gun up into my back. "that's where your going...start walking..."

I didn't even know how he got there. All I knew was that if I was about to die I wanted to tell Daryl I was sorry. I just wanted him to know I wouldn't have kissed him back unless it was real.

But when the bullets didn't come, and the pain in my back only grew more, I knew that maybe I'd be able to save my declaration for another day.

"What do you want from us?" I asked, twisting my arms and trying to get out of the older man's hold.

"We want you to tell us where yer from, doll." The elder man snarled, laughing when he looked at the woman beside him.

"He aint really that mean," the girl finally spoke up, laughing a bit, and then flicking at a strand of hair and looking off towards a bunch of houses, "we just like to know about all the people who show up around here."

I watched as Daryl pulled against his restraints, I pulled against my restraints; we both would have made a move to run if we could break loose…we both failed again. I was dragged across a lawn behind Daryl, my legs flailing in front of me. "We don't want any trouble!" I cried, hoping that would convince them to let us go.

I was wrong.

I was pulled into the next house by a man who looked a lot like Charlie Sheen. He was bloated; old…had a lot of wrinkles in his dark hair line that gave his real age away. Daryl was dragged in beside me by a woman who I swore was Jane Lynch. Course I figured that during a zombie apocalypse she'd be singing some ridiculous song about how she was the next messiah. Guess I was wrong. She wasn't wearing a track suit.

"How did you get here?" Charlie Sheen asked; bringing me over to a table inside the house and watching me wipe out on the floor as he threw me.

It hurt. My body hitting the hard wooden floor; I wasn't ready for it.

"Just driving through," I spilled; his foot coming down hard on my back, " We just want to get through here and find our family."

Daryl was busy fighting off the two men who dragged him into the house; I could have sworn he promised to rip their eyes out.

"How do we know you wont fuck us over?" One of the men said. His gun was pressed to my head.

"Leave her alone!" Daryl yelled; pulling against the man holding him and knocking another to the floor.

It was at this moment we could have escaped.

The man let me go and I had enough time to pull myself up and make a dash for the door.

"Daryl!" I yelled, coming up on my knees and trying to get to him.

"Go" he yelled, and I could have made it to the door when a small voice rose out above them all.

"Ma..ma.."

My knees gave out before I could reach for the doorknob; my heart knew who it was before I could even say anything.

I turned my face slowly, all the while hoping that Daryl had managed to stay alert. When I finally felt his arm on my shoulder I started crying.

"Beth?" He mumbled in my ear, pushing me forward towards the voice, "Beth…fuck Beth!" He shoved me hard in the back, and I fell at the feet of a woman with short brown hair.

She stood in a stairway, her arms wrapped around the sweetest baby I knew.

"I'm…I'm Tara…" she mumbled, she looked down at the baby in her arms, the child all the while held her tiny chubby arms out to me.

I looked up at her and started crying harder, "Judy?" I ripped the baby from her and smothered her into my chest. I felt Daryl's arms wrap around me, taking me in and covering me from all the shit from outside.

ok my dears, leave some feedback...leave some love! Gonna have a huge twist coming up so let me know if there is anything you'd like to see in this story before that twist hits.

For all those who forgot, Tara was the sister of Lily who the Gov was with at the end of the 4th mid season finale. She disappeared before we saw what happened to her so Im taking the creative muse and saying she is the one who saved Judy. Let me know what you think!