They were forced to covered Dale's body with a sheet, it being far too dark to bury him right then and there they had to wait till the morning to do it. Brandy found herself mentally exhausted but she know she would not be able to sleep, not after that. She offered to keep watch but Glenn insisted, feeling he owed a debt to the old man.

Brandy let out a tiny sigh as she came to Daryl's tent. What he had done early couldn't have been easy and he deserved some checking up on. She cleared her throat before call his name softly. It's silent for a second but then he spoke up.

"What?" he asked, the edge of his gruff voice slightly worn down.

"Can I come in?" Brandy asked politely.

"Sure." he answered; Brandy unzipped the tent and peeked in. "Hey, um…" Daryl sat there pulling off his jacket in the dark, the moon light was the only way she could see him. "What…what you did…it was the right thing...you had to." she said fumbling over her words. He said nothing to her; Brandy chewed her lip and looked down. She sniffled and went to leave the tent but his voice stopped her.

"Don't." he said suddenly. Brandy turned and looked back at him.

"Don't what?"

"…Stay." Daryl said to her, almost as a demand. Telling her that he didn't want to be alone in his own way. Brandy sighed, walked over to him and took a seat next to him.

"What's it like?" he asked, pulling off his shirt.

"What?" Brandy asked rubbing her arms, the nights were getting colder.

"Knowing that you'll never turn." Brandy didn't say thing at first feeling a ping in her heart at his question. Thinking back at her father, brothers, Sophia and now Dale.

"I feel so much guilt." he could tell she was crying ever so softly. "You ask yourself why? Why me? It should had been someone else…someone who could stop this. Jenner's wife should have been like me. I would trade places with someone like that in a second. I don't deserve it, Sophia deserved it. Dale he, deserved it…not me. " she sobbed, the tears running down her face and dropping in to her lap. "I can't lose any more people to fucking Walkers, I can't... " Brandy sniffled clearing the tears from her face. "You, Daryl… you deserve it- you have a heart of gold and you need to know that." she uttered in the dark. "Fuck …"

"Why do this?" he asked lowly. "Keep punishing' yourself for shit that ain't your fault." Brandy let out a small broken chuckle.

"You could never understand…unless you are like me and I doubt it and that is what hurts the most." Brandy whispered. Daryl reached out to her in the darkness and touched her face with his rough hands, wiping her tear away with his thumb. Brandy let out a small sigh at first and then pulled away from him. That moment had became too heavy for her.

"I swear to God' if you tell anyone about my cry in', I will kick you in the nuts." she joked letting out a small laugh. Daryl chuckled as well. "I came here to see how you are doin' not cry like a lil bitch to ya.'"

"I just had to put a bullet in Dale's head, how do you think I'm doin' ?" He scoffed lying down. Brandy let out a huff and scratched her head.

"I just I would…ask." she laid down next to him, making sure that there was room between them. They lay there with nothing being said. The only sound was each other's breathing and the last crickets of the season out side chirping as if they knew their time was up. She wanted to tell him that she thought he should be with Carol, that she needed him and without him the poor woman would end up dead. But instead of speaking Brandy found herself slipping to sleep.

The sunlight had made it's way in to the tent, the soft morning glow was beautiful. Brandy was at peace and it was disturbingly perfect for a few short seconds when she was waking up. Brandy opened her eyes to realize that she was resting her head on Daryl's bare chest. Brandy instantly became uncomfortable about the whole situation. Alarms in her head going off screaming...

Too close! Too close!

She lifted her head up only to stop when she noticed scars all over him, there were what looked like burn marks too. She didn't see them last time in the dark but now she was tempted to run her finger over one of the large scars but decided against it. She wanted to lay back down, feeling safe and at ease here with him in the orange morning light.

"Wow, that's gay." Brandy whispered to herself before sitting up and shaking her head at the idea. That wasn't Brandy's M.O when it came to men, she was the hit it and run type. Brandy slipped out of the tent with out waking him. Heading back to camp to start her day.

After Dale's morning funeral, Brandy joined Andrea, Shane, Daryl and T-Dog. On an outing to make sure that a preventable death like that didn't happen again. Taking out every Walker they saw with in a five-mile radius. Brandy found herself not caring of the others figured out what she was, knew she owed it to the old man to go out and chop some Walker. Swinging her machete, slicing in to a Walker's neck and then it's head. It's blood splattering on her face but she made no to move to wipe it off. Dale, he had remained her of her Papaw, always sticking his nose in other peoples business; but doing it only because he cared. Willing to say what he thought no matter whom it would piss off. For all of his annoyance…he was still a good man.

The Greene's had decided to move them in and most of the group felt that it took them long enough. Brandy moved her car closer to the house and pulling out her things and moving them on to the porch until she knew where to put her things.

"Ay' Carol, let me help you with that." Brandy said noticing the woman was carrying two heavy bags.

"No, I got it." Carol said snatching away from Brandy's touch and walking away.

"Uh, what da fuck was that?" Brandy asked Andrea as she walked past.

"She's a little upset." The blonde said watching the older woman struggle with the heavy bags.

"About Dale?"

"No, she's upset about you and Daryl." Andrea confessed. Brandy let out a scoff and put her hands on her hips.

"What da hell is there to be upset about?"

"She saw you leaving his tent this morning."

"Fuck..." Brandy paused and let out a sigh. "Listen, after what he had to do last night; he didn't wanna to be alone. So I stayed with him, we talked."

"So you mean to tell me there is nothing else going on?" Andrea asked raising her eyebrows

"What, like you and Shane?" Brandy smiled.

"How the fuck do you know about that?" Andrea whispered, narrowing her eyes at Brandy.

"I have been around a few times. I can tell." she smirked.

"So much for keeping it a secret." Andrea uttered putting her head in her hands.

"Daryl, he's a good man. He was out there lookin' for Sophia everyday…someone had to relieve his tension and Carol wasn't jumping at the chance to help him with that."

"Oh my God. Well, at least you are generous." Andrea laughed.

"So what the fuck did she say about it, huh?" Andrea paused for a moment not wanting to set Brandy off, but before she could answer Brandy was already making her way to the house.

"I'll just ask her myself." she said, walking away.

"Oh shit." Andrea mumbled, shaking her walked in to the house, tuning toward the dining room finding Carol setting down a few things. Brandy smacked her gum and stepped next to the woman.

"What's yer' problem?" he cut. Carol looked at her and then away.

"I don't have a problem." she said meekly.

"Well, I hear you do. Listen I don't have time fo this bull-shit. Ya gotta issue than step to me." Brandy snapped.

"I- I don't have any reason to be mad at you-" Carol started to say but Brandy cut her off.

"Ya damn right." she said putting her finger up. "You want him then take yo legs and walk right out that door and tell him that. Stop mumbling and being 'poor Carol' because you don't have the balls to say something. While you sit here and tryin' to make up yo mind some other woman is going to notice that he is one of the last men worth a damn and they are to make a move, it won't be me but it will be someone. But don't act like you have reason to get mad at me. He's not yours, if you want him then do sumin' about it." Brandy spat to Carol with a flash of white-hot attitude she sucking her teeth and stormed out of the house.

"Brandy I'm going to need you to-" Shane started to say to her as soon as she stepped out of the house.

"You ain't my daddy! You ain't no ones daddy!" she hissed walking away. "What is it! Asshole day, you niggas get on my damn nerves."

"Ay young lady you get back here right now!" Shane went to follow her but T-Dog stopped him.

"Yo, man. I'm telling you leave that one alone." he said shaking his head.

Brandy was agitated, she had to deal with what ever Carol's problem was and Shane bossing everyone around like he was important. She knew she couldn't just chill-out; everyone else was working so she needed to find something to busy herself with.

"Hey, Hershel." she said to the older man who was talking to Rick. "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"Well, I know that no one has gotten around to feeding the chickens yet. If you could do that it would be a help." he suggested. Brandy smiled and nodded and went to do to the hen house.

Brandy knelt with chicken feed in her palm outside of the hen house, letting the baby chicks peck from her hand. They were cute, chirping happily.

"It would be faster to just throw the feed." Daryl said behind her

"No shit." Brandy sliced, not turning to look at him.

"What's yer problem?" he asked. Brandy let out a huff and threw the rest of the seed on the ground.

"I'm fucking annoyed." she snapped, brushing her hands on her pants.

"You gonna cry about it?" Daryl scoffed under his breath. Brandy clinched her fist and took the insult to heart. Thinking that he was poking fun of her emotional display last night, she stomped up to him with a clinched jaw.

"How about you shut the fuck up, Redneck." she hissed. Daryl didn't take her attitude well.

"Who do you think you are talkin' to?" Daryl hissed getting in her face. Brandy felt her face heat with anger, going on her first reaction to push him. Daryl snatched her by her wrist and the sound that left Brandy's mouth was nothing short of a frustrated moan. Her eyes daring him to do something, wanting him to do something.

Brandy was unsure at what happened but somehow she found her face against a support beam. Daryl's hands reaching in front of her and undoing her pants as he let out short grows in her ear. Brandy could not help but get wet as at the heat of it all. He snatched her pants and underwear down with a forceful tug. Reaching his rough hands up in to her shirt and fondling her. Brandy let out a tiny moan and gripped the beam, felling the worn wood dig itself in to her palms but she ignored the sticking pain. Daryl undid his belt and pants in a hurry. Brandy glanced over her shoulder and saw him spit in his hand and stroke himself, making things a bit easier. He kicked her legs wider with his foot and grabbed her hips.

"Scoot down." he ordered and she did, letting out a moan once he filled her quickly. She knew he had it in him to be rough and he was doing a good job at it, gripping her fleshy hips and slamming in to her. She smiled against the wooden beam relishing in the thought of him being angry enough to give it to her like that.

"Holy-ah!-Fuck" Brandy mumbled "Ah Dar-" she went to moan but Daryl covered her mouth with hand. Brandy uttered from behind his palm as she felt her knees grow weak. He let out a low groan and then pulled out of her quickly, finishing on the ground in front of him. Brandy pulled her pants back up and fluffed out her hair.

"Why do you like it like that?" He asked her, zipping up his pants. Brandy turned and smiled.

"It's detaching." she said. "The softer you do it the more it means something that it's not supposed to. Selfish, you get off I get off and we're both happier people. I like being the one that can give a few moments to make someone forget how the world is."

"You sayin' you don't do it because you like to?" he asked confused by this young woman's thought process.

"Oh no, don't get it twisted." Brandy laughed. "I love to fuck, it's just I feel that some people need it. I mean you got a lot of rage Daryl." she winked with a devious smile. "I mean who else would I fuck in this group?"

"T-Dog." he said. Brandy stopped and put her hands on her hips.

"Are you saying that because we are both black?"

"Naw…I was just sayin'"

"But I mean really? What did I expect from an ignorant ass Red-neck." she joked, playfully.

"Fuck you, Hood-rat."

'He's gone!" they just heard T-Dog yell, obviously it had to have been about Randall. Both of them ran over to the shed to see what had happened. The guess was that Randall had slipped out of his cuffs and got out through the rafters, since the door was locked from the outside. Until Shane came out of the woods yelling with a bloody nose.

"Little basterd snuck up on me and clocked me in the face." Shane said. Brandy raised her eye brow at his words.

"Hershel, T-Dog get everyone back in the house. Glenn and Daryl come with me. " Rick ordered.

"No wait! It's almost night fall I mean he won't get too far in the dark." Brandy protested not wanting any of them to go out. Wanting to volunteer herself but she knew the others would not understand.

"He could get far enough." Daryl said loading an arrow in to his cross bow. Brandy touched his forearm and looked at him.

"Please be safe." She told him before walking way. Daryl understood her worry knowing that if any of them would end up dead she would end up feeling guilty