A/N: Hello! I was wondering… if any of you would like me to uh, 'up the rating' on this fic… Meaning, do y'all want a possible sex scene? Gosh, that sounds funny. Anyway, I've been planning a bit ahead and I found a spot where one could fit, but I thought I'd ask. (PS- it'd be in tomorrow's chapter)

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Prompt: Keep marching on

.o.o.o.

"Otis, he told me to go on ahead. When I turned back, he uh, he had sacrificed himself. For Carl." Shane spoke slowly. They'd all gathered at a grave, saying their goodbyes to Otis.

Anna watched Shane carefully. The way he was speaking, it was almost like… he was thinking of it on the spot. She swallowed hard and squeezed Daryl's hand. He looked down at her and gave her a look. Shaking her head, Anna pulled away and dispersed with the rest of the group.

"Anna, wha's wrong?" Daryl caught up.

"Shane. He's lying." She whispered sharply. He stopped, mouth agape.

"Wha the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?" He followed her into their tent, making sure the flap was closed behind her.

"I have a funny feeling…"

"Ya can't say things like tha without proof." He told her, sitting down on the dingy mattress. Anna paced the large tent, furious.

"You don't believe me."

"I didn't say tha'… Anna!" Daryl called after her as she fled the tent.

.o.o.o.

"There's a walker in the well. Wanna help us get it out?" Glenn called out Anna as she walked around the farm to blow off steam.

"Sure." She followed him to the well, seeing Dale, T-Dog, Shane, Maggie, Andrea, and Lori all gathered at the top. "How's it looking?"

"Pretty bad. We have to somehow get him out of there without contaminating the water." Andrea explained, off to the side.

Turning back, Anna saw Daryl disappear into the woods, crossbow slung across his back.

"What do we have to do?" She turned back to Dale, trusting his wisdom.

.o.o.o.

That night, after the loss of the well, dinner was rather quiet. They sat around the fire, picking at what Daryl had hunted for them.

"Dale…" Anna gestured for him to follow, and they walked away from the fire. "Dale, I just don't know what to do about Daryl."

"What is going on with you two anyway?" Dale asked, trying to be tactful.

"I think we're together, but I just don't know. Anyway, I told him about my suspicions of Shane and he just laughed at me." She fumed, feeling good to let off steam.

"Well we don't have much to go off of besides feelings." Dale admitted, looking down.

"But he should trust me. Without trust, we can't have a relationship."

From afar, Daryl watched them. Anna speaking animatedly, Dale nodding along. He looked away. He should have believed her, should have trusted her.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he'd show her he trusted her. He loved her.