Chapter 21: Out of The Frying Pan into the Fire

It surprised me when he ran and jumped into the water in his black boxer briefs.

Luckily I had head & shoulders shampoo and not just some girly stuff for him to use, our hair was now clean and while he had been washing I even managed to shave my legs. I was so thankful I even remembered to pack a razor.

I wasn't ashamed of my body, I was actually pretty confidant with it. I exited the wonderfully cold water before the youngest Dixon, finally feeling clean for the first time in a month.

I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew my underwear was sticking to my ass now and was practically see through.

"See somethin ya like Dixon?" I asked turning and in the dim light of the evening I could see his jaw hanging open and his eyes jump up to my face. It was so easy to embarrass this guy lately.

I made sure not to turn around fully as I don't have a bra on still; I had stayed in the deeper water and away from him while we cleaned up.

I may have been confident...but I wasn't just some floozy who showed every guy her most valuable assets.

I laughed at his red cheeks and walked the rest of the way to my bag, the rocks on my feet hurt and I couldn't wait to put my boots on again. I grabbed my only towel out and wrapped it around myself.

"Okay, yer safe dude. Come on outa there, 'fore ya catch your death. It's freakin cold out here already" i said shivering now, the cold water droplets going down my skin weren't helping in the cold night air now.

I started drying myself and looked to see him turned away from me and I smirked...such a gentleman.

I ran my hair through the towel quickly and then threw it at his back, laughing again when it made him jump. Before he turned around I quickly went to my bag and grabbed my cleaner clothes.

"Hurry, I'm starvin'. Smells like suppers 'bout ready now." I said slipping the shirt on, I needed to wash my delicates sometime...my other pair was dirty too, im the smartest damn women in the whole world...only packing two pairs of each.

I slipped on my jean shorts and sighed...I've lost so much weight in only a month. At least I hadn't been the skinniest person before all this started; I still had the slightest bit of fat on me now even though I haven't eaten much lately.

He didn't turn around; he just grabbed the towel and was patting himself off. I could see a lot of different scars across his muscular back, some of them looked like he was whipped, and cut even.

He had two tattoos near his right shoulder blade, when he slipped on his shirt I cleared my throat and started getting everything back in my bag. I threw my underwear in the bag and turned to see he was watching me again.

"Thought ya said you wer cold" he had his same dirty clothes on again, he made a point of his eyes traveling down my body and my bare legs now.

"Oh I am, freezing my ass off right now. But these are my only clean clothes left, and I hope yer gonna change, those clothes ya got on deserve to be burnt. Smells like dead walker ass" I laughed going and pushing him with my elbow as I walked passed.

"n how da you know suppers ready?"He caught up to me quickly and I thought it was pretty cute when he raised his nose in the air to sniff. I could smell the cooked meat in the air all the way from the water...wonder if he did.

"Told you...I smell it" I said simply, most of my senses where heightened...my brothers never understood why.

I tapped my nose and winked at him. I was guessing he couldn't smell it until we started up the hill to camp.

"Go change yer stink ass clothes and check if Merle's up. I'll save ya a seat" I tossed him my bag and headed to the fire everyone was around, the light on the RV again just reaching the Dixon tent.

"Hey, Sam Thanks for the meat." Rick said holding his paper plate up. Whoever cooked put together a little meal, with rabbit and squirrel meat and corn and of course beans.

I nodded at him and sat on an empty log, would jus be big enough for me and Daryl...and Merle too if he wakes up.

I got passed a plate and mumbled a thanks to the women...I think her name was Carol. No one tried to start convo with me and I was thankful. I waited for Daryl to come while stuffing pieces of meat into my mouth, I hadn't had a real meal since I left the woods that day.

"Merle okay?" I asked through a mouth full, he jus looked at me from the side of his eye and plopped down beside me.

"Alright, so we're gonna be headin out come first light. I want everyone to get their things together tonight. Daryl, can I have a word when you're done?" Rick spoke out; he definitely had the authoritative voice down pat.

Daryl grunted and nodded slightly, leaning his elbows on his knees as he ate with his head down in his plate.

I heard Merle coming over, I didn't bother looking I could tell it was him. When I glanced up he was standing by Daryl and looking down at me with a scowl on his face

"Did you steal my shit?" his voice was menacing and I was almost scared of him...almost.

"I don't know what you're talkin bout, now sit yer ass down n eat. It'll help" I said sliding closer to Daryl and patting the other side of me for him.

I could see he was probably about ready to tackle me and search me for his stuff, but then Shane cleared his throat from across the fire and Merle looked at him and around at the group. Everyone was watching the little scene.

"Sit, and eat. We'll talk later" I said calmly and I looked around and started eating like nothing happened.

He plopped down beside me and I could practically feel the anger rolling off of him, Carol slowly came over and handed Merle a plate, walking like she was approaching a wild animal.

He snatched the plate and started stuffing the food in his mouth; I could tell he didn't want to sit there. He didn't like these people at all, but he stayed sitting until he was done and no one dared speak a word. He threw his plate in the fire and stalked back to his tent.

I struck a chord with him and I wasn't sure if it was a good one or not.

It wasn't of the norm for Merle to be silent...that was more Daryl's territory. I was kind of scared now, but I did do this so I was the one who had to face the music now.

"Did you take it?" I looked and Daryl was looking at me, he looked like he was scared and angry at the same time. His whisper just made it to my ear and I looked to see if anyone else heard him.

"I'll talk to him; I ain't gonna put up with a druggy in this world. There are way too many other things to worry about now" I passed him my empty plate as I got up and headed to the tent.

Out of the frying pan...into the fire.

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