Jane followed Emily to Daryl about a mile into the woods, alongside the creek bed. He was standing with his back to Jane, watching the trees in front of him. Jane waited, unsure what she was going to say, until Daryl spun around to face her with his crossbow aimed at her face.

"Ain't anyone ever teach you not to sneak up on a man holding a weapon

"That's why I'm standing back here. I was waiting for you to notice before I snuck up on you."

Daryl gave her a long look and set down the weapon. "What'chu want?"

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"Sure. Just great. Fine and fucking dandy."

"Daryl, I want to thank you for stepping in back there. You didn't have to but thanks."

Daryl shrugged. "Don't take it personal or nothin'. I just got a problem with a man hurting a girl is all."

"Well, all the same, thank you."

"You shouldn't have pulled that gun on Shane. I was fine."

Jane looked down, avoiding Daryl's glare. She wanted to tell him how asinine he was being and how grateful she was for him looking out for her. She bit back her words, knowing he wouldn't respond well when he was like this. She toed the dirt and stuck her hands in her pockets.

"You're going to have to make sure that dog stays good. Shane'll try and convince the rest of them that she's a liability."

"Well if that happens we're both gone" Jane said, with a glance at Emily, and she felt her stomach knot, knowing that was a real possibility.

Daryl moved towards Jane. He locked his intense blue eyes with hers. He slowly reached over and her breath caught. He pulled a leaf from her hair and held it up and dropped it on the ground between them. "Thanks" said Jane, and turned and left.

Daryl watched her and the dog walk away. He was angry and embarrassed but she'd stuck up for him. She'd put a gun to Shane's head. She's a real pain in the ass, he thought. She's got a nice one too, he noted, and his thoughts wandered in that direction.

Jane came back to camp and Shane asked to speak with her as soon as she got back. She looked over at Rick nervously and he nodded. Jane took a deep breath. "Sure, Shane. Should we take a walk?"

Shane started to walk off and Jane followed him. They walked for a few minutes and stopped near the barn. The barn that was full of walkers a little while ago, Jane thought, before Shane broke it open.

Shane took off his baseball cap and held it in his hands. He looked down. Jane figured that Rick must have put the fear of God in him to make him apologize.

"I'm...I'm real sorry for what happened back there. I flew off the handle. I got too angry."

Jane waited, and Shane continued.

"I never should have put my hands on you. Your dog isn't...she's a fine dog."

"Thanks Shane. I'm real sorry I put a gun to your head. I'm sorry the whole thing happened."

"Appreciate that." said Shane. "Are we good?"

Jane nodded. "We're good."

Shane squinted and put his baseball camp back on. They walked back to camp together, where Carol was prepping dinner and Carl was playing with Emily. Jane nodded at Rick when they returned and Rick nodded back. Order was restored.

The next day, Jane woke up early before anyone else was awake. She boiled water for coffee and fed Emily some venison. She sat in a camping chair, enjoying the silence of the morning.

She saw Daryl exit his tent, crossbow slung over his shoulder. Jane watched him as he walked towards her, enjoying the way he moved. He hitched one leg a bit when he walked and it gave him an unintentional swagger that she loved to watch. She averted her eyes when he got closer.

"What you looking at?" he asked, but his tone was less confrontational than usual.

"I'm not sure," she answered, truthfully.

"Coffee?"

Jane pointed to the table. "There's some left there. Should still be warm."

Daryl poured himself a mug and drank it down quickly. 'Wish we had something to make this coffee Irish" he murmured. He placed the cup on the ground next to Jane. "'Goin' hunting. Should be back by late afternoon."