"How ya holdin' up?" Maggie asked as we sat on watch together. Everyone had tried to convince both of us to rest but she and I seemed to have trouble sleeping that night anyway.

"I'm fine," I said honestly. "Everyone asks me that like my husband just left me," I sighed. "Yes, I'm going to miss the sex, but I'm not heartbroken. It's fine, it's really, really fine. Trust me."

"I just meant your face...making sure you were feeling okay," Maggie replied.

"Oh..." I felt embarrassed now. "I'm fine. Honestly. I'm completely fine."

"Now that you've mentioned Daryl though..."

"Maggie don't. It's fine. Really. I understand why he did it. So there's no issue. I would've done the same thing."

"You sure? 'Cause to me, it seemed like a bit more than what you're making it out to be."

"No. I'm fine."

Eventually our watch ended and we made our way back into the cell block. I heard the faint cries of Judith and I went into Rick's cell. A shirtless Rick Grimes stood there holding the baby and seemed to look at me curiously.

"Sadie?" He asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"I thought...I just thought that if I'm supposed to be there for her like a mum...I should help with these nights," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Maybe this was actually stupid.

"Sure, she needs a bottle. Do you wanna...?" I nodded and headed to the common area. I prepared her bottle and I went back to Rick's cell. I accepted the baby from his arms and sat with her in the corner of the room. I fed Judith and very soon she fell back asleep in my arms. I set her in the make shift bed—aka the laundry basket with blankets. "You're so good with her," he whispered.

"I've been watching how everyone else handles her," I admitted. "I have the motherly instinct of a plastic wrapper. It's all from watching."

"I don't believe that for one second," Rick eyed me carefully.

"Well believe it, bub. Good night," I started to walk out but Rick looked like he was about to say something.

"Don't you want to stay in here...for when she walks up again?"

"Oh...um...yeah that would make sense."

"You don't have to."

"No, I want to. You're right." I pulled off my jacket and untied my shoes as he got back into the bed. It was silly that I briefly considered sleeping on the floor. We were two grown ass adults that were raising a baby together. A baby that was only blood related to one of us. We could sleep in the same damn bed without fucking each other. And if we couldn't. Then we had a serious problem. "You don't mind if I take off my jeans, right? They're too uncomfortable to sleep in." We could handle this like adults, it would be completely fine. It had to be if I was going to mother his children. We couldn't have an issue to where we felt like we had to be more than what we already were. That would make it so much harder.

"You want one of my shirts to sleep in? It'll be longer," Rick said, clearing his throat.

"Yeah. That'll work, " I replied. He grabbed a shirt and gave it to me. I turned away and undid the button on my pants. "No peeking, Grimes." I changed and I got into the bed with him. The bed was small and it would be impossible for the two of us to sleep there without touching. So, being as we were two grown ass adults, I rolled on my side and pressed my back to his front. "I wanna be a little spoon," I said with playful tone. But he didn't hesitate to wrap an arm around my middle.

"Good night, little spoon," he kissed my temple and he fell asleep quickly. But I was a different story.

Rick Grimes was truly everything a woman could want in a husband. He was sweet, family oriented, and a great father. But was he what I wanted? Hell, before I could answer that, I needed to figure out if I had any real feelings towards Daryl.

I would be the first person to admit that I had issues. And lots of them. I didn't do this relationship shit because I was bad at it. I didn't want to feel anything more than lust for anybody. That was how you got yourself hurt. But Rick wasn't the type of guy to just lust after. He was a family man. I didn't want to hurt him. And I didn't think he wanted to hurt me.

But Daryl...Daryl was a great man and he had his wonderful qualities too. He was brave and protective, and he could be great with kids. But he wasn't the typical family man. I doubted Daryl had ever thought much about marriage. I wondered if he had even had a serious relationship. You know what, it didn't matter. It didn't matter because Daryl wasn't fucking here. He was gone and that was all there was to it. So maybe whatever I may or may not have felt for him meant nothing. If he was gone, he no longer mattered. That left me to figure out the Rick issue on my own.

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I was late morning when I finally crawled out of bed. I had taken over the rest of Rick's bed, since he was long gone. The laundry basket was empty and I didn't see my clothes anywhere. Dammit. I would have to walk through the block in just Rick's shirt. Making it look much worse than it was.

Y'know what? Fuck it. If they thought I was fucking Rick, oh fucking well. I strode out of the cell confidently. Prepared to run into any member of the group. When I actually left the metal doors, my confidence shattered. Standing before me was none other than Daryl Fucking Dixon. He gave me a look of something I couldn't quite place—disgust? Annoyance? Dare I say...hurt? What the fuck?

"When—" he walked away before I could even finish my question. I hurried after him. "Daryl! What the hell?" He continued to ignore me. "Daryl Dixon. Are you ignoring me? You've gotta be shitting me." I managed to grab his shoulder.

"'M gone fer a night an' ya jump in bed with 'im?" He shouted. Who the hell did he think he was to be pissed at me? If I slept with Rick, that was my business. Not his. We were never dating.

"Who fucking cares if I did?" I replied. "Why the hell would you even care?"

"Ya ain't stupid. How th'hell don' ya see it?"

"See what, Daryl?" I threw my hands up.

"Forget it," he turned to leave but I hurried in front of him, blocking his path.

"What are you talking about?" I whispered, looking at him carefully. But he never said a word. He just shoved me against the concrete wall of the prison and kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me from the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulls my lips from his. "I didn't have sex with Rick. It's a long story, but that didn't even come close to happening," I touched the side of Daryl's face and a low growl emitted from his chest as he kissed me again.

I felt his lips and teeth all over my neck and I wrapped my fingers tightly around his greasy dark hair. I had missed kissing him, even though it hadn't even been very long. He then carried me into my cell from there.

AN: Happy Friday, everyone! I gave this a once over, I hope it still comes out okay. I kind of wrote this on my phone while I was at work yesterday, so that's the only reason there may be issues. I would love your reviews so much!