The relationship between the two of them was changing.

However not in a good way.

It had all started two weeks ago; Harley healed sooner than they had expected, and she was in no way going to let them stay at their current camping spot for another week or so. Daryl had insisted to stay there for atleast 3 more days, to make sure she wouldn't get an infection or whatsoever, but she had shrugged it off. 'Faster we move, the better," she had explained, 'besides, the group won't wait forever, if they are on the highway like you said.'

Daryl couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he had raised his hand in attempt to slow down the conversation so he could decently process everything. The girl was a handful, sure, he knew since the day his older brother brought her back along with him, but this? To truly risk her health in a dumb, immature way? 'Hell no,' he spat back to her, 'we gonn' wait 'ere till you's ass is properly healed, pocahontas. I ain't waitin' ta drag yer ass all tha way back again.'

They had screamed to each other and he had walked away to blow off some steam, leaving Harley alone in the tent, who had to calm down as well.

These two. Were something different.

Not to mention, they were both so different and yet the same; Harley was way more stubborn and impulsive, comparing to Daryl, who was rather careful during risky situations, such as going on a supply run. Harley would tell him to 'man the fuck up' and just get it over with; she had entered the door to a mega market once, not realising there were 10 walkers lurking behind the darkened windows. Daryl had screamed in anger, but helped her out anyway. But afterwards.. Things got nasty; possibly the worst fight during the 4 weeks they had been together.

Daryl Dixon didn't know much about how to deal with these typical occuring problems with the other gender, but there was one thing he knew for sure; this woman was going to be the death of him sooner or later.

"So, this is it then? No signs.. no.. nothing?"

Daryl narrowed his eyes together and shot the girl an angry glare while he paced through the cars. Harley sighed and kicked away an empty soda can. They were both hungry and exhausted; both of them hadn't gotten much sleep since the last few days, because they both didn't really seem to trust one another. Damn, no matter how hard Daryl tried; he felt a hate growing towards the woman. Just the way she dealt with things, which would most likely get her killed some day in a world like this. The other night he had tried to talk some sense into her, but the stupid stubborn bitch didn't want to set away her pride. Like I'm dealin' wi' a fuckin' copy of mah brother, for fucks sake. Though there was something about her that fascinated him as well; never in his life, well not that he could remember, had he met a woman like her.

Daryl had experienced some past relationships with girls, but they were all dependant bitches and rather tacky; they would try to get into his pants and he didn't feel the urge to have any sort of that specific contact. Not to mention, the touch of another person besides his own momma freaked him out; the years of abuse from his Pop had caused him rather wanting to stay away from woman, unlike his older brother, who would fuck anything he could get his hands on. Though he sometimes had allowed them to touch him anyway, only because it felt like his older brother would silently judge him if he wouldn't. It was ridiculous, but the way Merle had an impact on him was just.. messed up.

"Nah, 'less yer som' kin' of detective who can see thangs I can't see." he mumbled sarcastically while he sped forward. The thought of having to travel with this girl lingered on his mind and made him sigh. In all honesty, he didn't know how much longer he could bear with her. It seemed like one of those 'you truly get to know eachother when you have no one left' things. It made him want to gag. Merle would probably laugh at him if he could see him now. Damn, Merle would've probably tried to fuck the girl already. Though Harley didn't seem like the girl that would give in that easily. Hell, she was the one who had put a knife against Merle's throat. Yet his older brother had actually been friendly to the girl afterwards, which did make no sense to him at all. Probably jus' 'cuz she has a pussy and boobs. With those thoughts, he turned around to look at Harley, who halted and raised her eyebrows at him.

He didn't realize he was staring at her body until she was tapping with her left foot, her hands on her hips.

"Eyes up here, Dixon." she snarled, though Daryl thought he could see an amused expression in her eyes somewhere. He shook his head and snapped out of his trance. The warm feeling in his cheeks caused him to turn around quickly and he hoped to God she hadn't noticed his awkward expression. "So, where do you think they went?" Harley asked while she caught up to him, now walking at his left side. Daryl snorted. "Fuck if I know. I ain't planted a fuckin' GPS in their buttholes.' he said blankly as he continued to move forward. He heard a grunting noise from next to him and he turned around in surprise. Harley looked pissed, but it didn't do shit to Daryl. Girl on 'er fuckin' period, he muttered to himself, causing him to smirk.

They walked for another 30 minutes. No words were spoken and the only sound came from the rustling leaves at their right side. Daryl looked at the cars around them and halted. "Le's git som' supplies. Could use som' food."

Harley didn't say anything but obeyed to his proposal; she walked off to a random pick-up and opened the door. Daryl turned the opposite direction and saw a yellow ferrari. "Well be damned." he gasped, while taking in the beauty of the car. The hood was slightly layered in dirt, nevertheless he whistled at the sight. He reached for the door and grinned when he found out it was open. There were different bags in the back and he eagerly opened it. A satisfying grunt escaped his mouth when he saw all the food, and even a set of 5 brand new hunter knives were hidden under the seat. "Damn rich asses ain't even capable of usin' this shit." he chuckled to himself while he gathered all the treasures.

A shriek caught his attention and Daryl's head snapped around. He let out a series of curses when he hit his head against the car, but he quickly grabbed his now filled backpack and sprinted towards the noise.

"What tha—"

His words were cut off by the groaning behind him. Daryl turned around and had already taken the knife out of the sheath. Stabbing it inside the walker's head, the body fell down with a loud thud, and Daryl quickly turned around. Around 40 walkers were narrowing Harley.

Daryl tried to swallow the lump down his throat at the sight of the herd of walkers.