Bo felt increasingly isolated. She tried to go about her life like nothing had happened but that did nothing to change how the group treated her. Beth, Herschel, Carl and Carol knew that something was being kept secret from them and the fact that no one would tell them caused a rift in trust. They knew it concerned what happened to Bo and Merle when they went out in the woods together. Given how angry Daryl was at his brother they assumed he had tried something with Bo and that made Merle very angry. He was many things but a rapist was not one of them. But Rick had warned him to keep his mouth shut about Bo's condition.

"Condition." Bo snorted to herself and she lay in bed. "Like I'm some kind of disease." The people that did know about her now treated her like less than a person. Like she was completely incapable of doing anything important. Rick had denied her assistance on guard duty. He didn't want her help cleaning guns. He certainly didn't want her opinion on plans and strategies. His attitude towards her didn't go unnoticed but no one said anything about it. And Bo wasn't about to get into another fight so she just stayed in her cell. She should find it insulting but it was comforting in a way – she definitely didn't want to go back out on runs. Glenn was trying to understand – he even asked her if she wanted to go with him but her anxiety got the better of her. The thought of leaving the safety of the prison made her cling to the bars on her door when he asked if she was sure. She smiled and told him she was sure before going back to bed.

"Just leave her alone." Daryl said as he fervently whittled a few new arrows.

"I'm trying to be nice. She's hurting over something other than what Merle said about her... and the shot she took to the sack." Glenn said. Daryl glanced at him – Glenn was still referring to Bo as female – it seemed Merle went out of his way to call Bo 'it'.

"They were attacked when they were out in the woods." Daryl started. "It's how Merle found out about her. These three guys snatched them up. Bo outed herself to keep from getting raped."

"Oh." Glenn said and looked at the ground. "Did… did she have to kill them?"

"No, they let them go. But they took her axe and Merle's pistol. Smacked them both around. It's just their egos that are hurting." Daryl said.

"She's afraid to leave."

"I'll handle that." Daryl assured him. He went back to what he was doing but let out a long sigh when Glenn didn't leave. "What?"

"I'm not judging." Glenn said quickly and Daryl looked at him. "I'm just a little surprised you'd go for someone like her."

"Why? You don't think she's cute? Or is it that I'm white and she's Asian?" Daryl asked. Glenn opened his mouth to defend himself until he noticed the smirk on Daryl's face. He chuckled and nodded his head.

"You're messing with me, I get it." Glenn said. "It's not her body parts you're attracted to."

"No, her body is fucking sweet – I'm attracted to it. But asking me why is like asking why people have eyebrows. No one knows we just do." Daryl said. "Don't worry about Bo – just keep treating her the way you have. She'll see your effort and be grateful."

Bo jumped when something tickled her foot. She looked over her shoulder and Daryl smirked when she spotted him. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and moaned. "What time is it?"

"Early. Come on get up." He said as he moved around the cell. She groaned and turned over and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"Why?"

"Got something to show you." He said as he continued to put things in his pack. Bo put on her sneakers and hugged her jacket closed before she followed Daryl outside. The sun was just now making an attempt to come up over the horizon and there were birds chirping up in the sky already. She blindly followed him out to the courtyard and sighed when he got on his bike.

"You could've just told me you needed me to open the gate for you." She said. He snorted as he looked at her. He couldn't help but find her cute as she stood there – a little hunched against the nippy air, her hair all messy and her eyes squinting in disgust over being awake so early.

"Nah, Glenn's got it." He nodded towards where Glenn was waiting down by the checkpoint. "Hop on."

"No." She refused as she glanced at the Schutzstaffel on the body of his bike.

"Come on. I've never taken you for a ride and you need to get out."

"Don't tell me what I need." She got defensive and Daryl bit his bottom lip.

"I didn't mean it like that. Just come on. I got something to show you." Daryl said.

"Can't we take a car?"

"This is less gas." He reasoned. She looked around, desperately wanting to go back in the cellblock. She felt so out in the open, even in the gated off courtyard she felt exposed and vulnerable.

"Can't you just tell me what it is? She said.

"Nope. Gotta see to believe." He said and patted the seat behind him. She sucked her teeth before she zipped her jacket. She straddled the bike and clung to him when he started it and pulled it upright. He could feel her squirming – the vibration probably woke her all the way up. She hugged his waist when he pulled off. He went down the rock driveway slowly and nodded at Glenn as they passed him and went out the gate. She yelped when he revved up into high speed. He had to dodge a few walkers but they weren't nearly fast enough to catch up. Once they were out on the road Bo looked around. It was like being in a different world. The leaves were bright autumn colors and they rained down over them as they sped down the road. The sun came up while they were driving and she saw everything in a new light. She frowned when the sight of a few walkers reminded her not everything was right with the world.

After about twenty minutes Daryl turned down a street Bo would've missed if they weren't headed towards it. The pavement was old and a little bumpy as they neared their destination. She spotted the trailers and Daryl pulled into the subdivision like he had been there a million times before. He rolled into the gated yard of one and put the kickstand down. He cut the engine and they climbed off the bike. He shut the chain link fence just as a walker came limping up. He took it out before it's snarling got the attention of any others in the area. He checked the rest of the yard to make sure none had wandered in the gate while he was away. He went up to the propane tank on the side of the trailer and turned the knob before he went back to Bo.

"Well… what do you think?" He asked.

"A trailer… you brought me out here at the butt crack of dawn to show me a trailer." She said and crossed her arms.

"That tank is full – I just gave this thing heat. And the water still works in the shower. So that means…"

"Hot showers!? "She screamed and he winced. Oh my God!"

"Still think it's just a trailer?" He asked as he opened the door. She went in. The first thing she noticed was that it didn't smell like death. There were no bloodstains, or the buzz of flies clinging to and old stink. It smelt like nothing really except for old fabric, which was practically perfume. The furniture was intact – the only thing amiss was a chair pulled out from the dinning room table. The layout was like a shotgun house as soon as you came in the door you were standing in the living room. There was a couch and a TV stand but the TV was long gone along with anything that might have been valuable. The only way deeper into the trailer was through the kitchen which was only big enough for two counters, a two burner electric stove, a short 50's refrigerator and a small folding table with three chairs. Despite it's small size it actually had two bedrooms. The bathroom was small and situated between the two bedrooms. Bo wondered how it stayed so clean through everything that happened until she saw the 'For Rent' sign Daryl had taken out of the window. The trailer had been empty and set up 'for show'. Because of the blocks it was up on they were able to open the windows without the threat of walkers getting in. Bo looked around the master bedroom, which looked like Daryl had already made himself comfortable in.

"How long have you been coming here?" She asked.

"This'll be my fifth time here. First time it was getting dark so I had to turn back. Second and third I was securing everything. Forth is when I noticed the propane tanks and the running water. I thought you'd like some time away from the prison. Plus the Governor blew up our last private place."

"Creep shed 2.0." She said as she eyed the bathroom longingly. "How much propane is in those tanks."

"Enough for you to take a twenty minute shower while I cook this rabbit. With enough left over for us to do it over again for about two weeks." He said as he held up the rabbit. She cringed at the dead animal. He handed her his pack before he went about his business. Bo went into the bathroom and turned on the water. The pipes creaked before the water came out – the pressure wasn't spectacular but when she put her hand under it she found that it was in fact hot. She couldn't get out of her clothes fast enough. She got in the shower and moaned as the water washed over her. She knew Daryl could hear her but she didn't care. It felt too good to be quiet. It was practically orgasmic to stand there and let the heat ease her tense and sore muscles. There was already a bar of soap in the holder and after soaking herself for nearly ten minutes she picked it up and scrubbed herself clean. Taking the time to really scratch her scalp. She was tempted to plug the drain and have a nice long bath but the smell of cooking meat made her rinse off and get out. She dried off and wrapped the towel around her before she headed into the kitchen.

They ate together – exchanging small talk about nothing in particular. She told him more about the burlesque show she used to dance in. And he told her about the time he shot a buck 'as big as a hummer'. As soon as he said hummer the same thought entered their heads. It had been nearly three weeks since they had sex. Merle interrupted their last time together. And three weeks wasn't actually that long but with the world the way it was three weeks was a lifetime. As she looked at the smirk on Daryl's face Bo was suddenly overcome with nervousness. She couldn't understand it. Daryl was sweet and he'd never force her to do anything she didn't want to. She used to be the confident one. In fact had those men not violated her she'd be spread out over the table and underneath him by now.

"Are you tired?" Daryl asked – attempting to break the silence that fell between them.

"No, the ride over and the shower really woke me up." She answered.

"We don't have to—"

"But…" She started. "No, I want to. I really want to." Bo stood up but her movements were stiff and not nearly as sensual as she use to be. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up and towards the bedroom. Daryl grabbed her ass and licked her neck once they were in the threshold. He shut the door out of habit and wrapped his arms around her. Usually she'd lean into him and moan as she pressed her ass into his crotch. But she yelped and flinched away from him. She squirmed in his grip and tried to worm her way out of it. "Let go."

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked.

"Let go of me!" She screamed and he immediately put his hands up. She took a few breaths and he patiently waited for her to calm down. She seemed to realize her behavior had freaked him out and she turned to Daryl with a surprised look on her face. "I'm sorry." She apologized and shook her head. "I… I'm having a little trouble…"

"We can go back—"

"No!" Bo said louder than she meant to. She couldn't bare going back to the prison so soon after he showed her this little slice of paradise. It was selfish to hide it from the others but she didn't really feel like sharing with them at the moment. "No, I wanna stay. We just need to go slower."

"You got it." He said. They stood there for a long beat – neither one of them moving. Daryl looked at her expectantly. "You want me to start?"

"Yeah, let's try that." She agreed and nodded her head nervously. Daryl was surprised – he'd never seen her like this. It was like being attacked hit the reset button on her sexuality. She was jittery and stiff like a virgin would be. He knew most of her attitude was from her trying to suppress her disgust for being touched.

Daryl tried to remember what Maggie told him. Since Glenn couldn't keep a damn secret, Maggie knew everything that happened. Daryl had a very awkward conversation with her before they left. Basically she told him not to rush Bo and to let her come to him. Daryl reached for her and she fidgeted a little. Maggie said she might feel vulnerable so he had to even the playing field. Bo only had on the towel from her shower.

Daryl unbuttoned his shirt slowly and slid it off his shoulders. He smirked when she looked him up and down quickly. She wanted him but she was conflicted. Maggie told him her trust in men had been shattered. More than likely sex had never been used as a weapon against her. She knew Daryl wouldn't hurt her she just couldn't get out of her own head. Daryl thought for a moment that that had been the longest he ever talked to Maggie. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop before he stepped out of them. "Commando, you naughty boy." She smiled and reached for him. He kept his hands to himself as she stroked over his chest and down his slight belly.

"Gimme a kiss." He said as he nudged her head with his chin. Bo looked up and leaned in when he pressed against her. He groaned – they really did have to stop going so long without indulging in simple things like kissing. He finally lifted his arms and spread his hands against her back. He gripped the towel and pulled it off of her. She shied away for a second, pulling back from the kiss to catch her breath. Skin to skin was just as satisfying as if it used to be. Her soft breasts against his chest – her smooth warm skin under his hands. He didn't realize he was getting hard until she jittered away from him a little. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Bo assured him. She reached down and stroked him slowly. "Come on." She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the bed. They lay down facing each other and for a long time she just ran her hands over him. Like she was trying to remember where all his ticklish spots were. "Touch me." She demanded.

"Where?"

"Anywhere." She glared at him when he pressed his finger to her nose.

"You said anywhere." Daryl shrugged. Bo laughed and relaxed against him. They were alone and it was quiet – they had never had this luxury. Daryl's presence would be missed at the prison but they didn't know where to find him so for the moment they had nothing to do but lay in bed. Although the bed was a little too soft Bo wouldn't complain. The sheets were clean, she was clean and Daryl was relatively clean. She started to get a little excited about being alone with him. No prying eyes, no Merle to interrupt or pester them. She smiled and moved closer. "Mmm… there we go." He mumbled when he felt her erection against his. He leaned over and grabbed his pack and fished out the nearly empty bottle of lube.

"Can't believe that survived the tower blowing up." She said as she looked at it. The cap was a little melted and it had soot on it.

"Think I'll be a little sad if we actually finish it." He said. "Gotta start looking for more."

"Later." Bo said and stroked Daryl's erection to get him back on the task at hand.

"You wanna be on top?"

"No." Bo rolled on to her back before she motioned for him to get on top of her. He pushed himself back and up on to his knees so he could prepare her. She tensed again when he ran his slick fingers down her crevasse. He rubbed her knee comfortingly as he slid his fingers inside her. Despite her trepidation she arched into it. It felt good – he stroked over her spot and kept it up until she was writhing down on to his hand. "Ah!" Bo arched up when he laved over her breast. She dug her fingers into his hair and he moaned.

"Ready?" he asked as he pulled his fingers out. He slicked himself up and slid into her just as she was starting to whine about the loss of contact.

For a few seconds Daryl thought he was hurting her. She grabbed his arms and her face was contorted in pain. "Oh my God!" She screamed and bucked against him. "Move! Move for Christ's sake!" she begged. Daryl snapped into action – she wanted him and he gave her everything he had. She was so tight – fuck they were both hard up and frustrated. He loved the sight of his cock sliding into her. Every time he pushed forward her titties would bounce. She moaned his name as she reached down to stroke herself. He leaned over on to his elbows so he could get his mouth on her skin. Daryl found a spot on her neck that made her mewl. Bo turned her head and he devoured her mouth and every sound she made as he pressed inside her harder. He felt her nails in his back – one hand on his shoulder and another on his ass.

"Fuck!" It was so good. So intense and yet so much sweeter than their sex usually was. Daryl wanted to come so bad but held off because he wanted more. More of the feel of her and the sounds she made. The smell of the soap on her smooth skin and the look of her inky hair on the pale sheets – he could see more details in the sunlight coming through the window across from the bed. The prison was so dim – he had nearly forgotten about all her beauty marks.

"Daryl… shit baby… " She panted. Her eyes were only open a sliver but he loved the way she looked at him. She leaned up and kissed him – nibbled his bottom lip and nipped at his jaw. He pressed his forehead to hers and thrust in deeper. He felt the tremor it sent through her body and moaned through his teeth.

"Shit I'm coming!" Daryl growled. He reached between them and had her speed up her slow stroke on her cock.

"Fuck!" she cried out and suddenly she was so tight he could barely move. Daryl pulled back an inch and was overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm. He tossed his head back and howled as he let loose inside her. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder when she peaked – he felt it on his fingers, warm and viscid. Bo gasped when Daryl's full weight was on top of her. For a second she was worried that something was wrong but she could hear him breathing. Bo liked the feel of him on top of her – normally such a position would make her feel smothered but she just wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sighed as Daryl caught his breath.

"God damn…" He arched his back a little and slipped from inside her. Bo let out a half hearted moan at the loss of contact. "Mm…when do you think we should head back?" She snorted at his question.

"Would it be wrong if I said 'never'?" She asked. They both looked towards the window when there was a roll of thunder outside. The sun disappeared behind dark clouds. It started raining a few minutes later and Daryl could see his bike out in the yard – getting drenched in a matter of seconds.

"Guess we're stuck here until it this storm clears up."

"In this state that could be five minutes or five days." Bo joked.