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NormanReedusBitch: Well, I think that was the highest honor you could give me, glad I made the showers cold! Depends on what readers want. I don't usually go over board to the point that the story suddenly focuses around when they're having sex, but it won't be the last one either so you can expect more hotness as well! Maybe I should do some random smutty one-shots for fun if my readers would be interested
FanFicGirl10: Whoa boy that's a lot of thank you's! I knew you'd love it, and I'm glad you went over it ten whole times again! Glad it was worth the wait, I don't think I'll be able to top it for a while now!
Korvescence: Hehe nothing sets the mood like Josh Groban! The aftermath is always the best part from writing experiences, though Daryl is a different male lead to handle than most, so hopefully I do OK!
SilverAdvenger12: Hehe glad you loved it! I think I nailed it pretty good after such a long wait!
Leyshla Gisel: Haha, well I hope you get brought back to life to continue reading! I'll have to slip in more of those steamy scenes when I can after all this praise!
MntlCaSe: Man I wish it'd melt the snow, I'm buried deep where I live! Glad the emotions were set right, and now I'm laughing about the bra too :) I think I did well enough with the scene too that it was sweet enough not to drive away any readers who aren't fans of heavy smut, and I don't usually write a whole lot in my stories either. I love answering my readers, you guys are the blood of the story, truly and I am thankful for all of your reading! Sorry this update was slow, I just finished finals!
Sstrat: Yes, yes, yes indeed! No worries, I don't want them pulling away any more either, not after that many chapters. There might be the odd hesitance or precaution taken, but I think it's safe to say the relationship has changed from here on out! No rainbows and butterflies neither, but I promise to make it a strong and believable relationship as I've been doing!
WaterWarrior6: Alright, I thought the ending was the best part too, completely sweet and wholesome! Haha, I've heard on many forums that Andrea is way better in the comics too, and I don't doubt it after some of the stupid moves she's pulled. Only a few days left until Sunday, I am waiting to be impressed again!
Brodymichael: Glad I made a good lemon that wasn't to the extreme! I don't tend to fill my stories up with them, maybe one or two if the readers really want, but I find it takes away from the plot as well, so don't worry, I won't be going there. Aye, the aftermath my favorite, and hopefully it is good!
Disclamier: I own nothin' but Jolene, just how it is.
Daryl woke up real early that next morning, feeling better than he had in a long while. The sun was beatin' down hard on the dark ceiling of his tent, and he was already sweatin' from the heat even though he didn't have any clothes on. Damn, that wool blanket hadn't been his best idea; the thing itched like crazy on his skin. He peaked his eyes open slowly only to find out he was alone under the blanket, "The fuck?" He grumbled. Cherry musta been damn quiet to get dressed and outta the tent without even wakin' him. She did as she had said; his shirt was gone again along with anythin' she had brought with her. For a moment he wondered if it had all been imagined, a dream or some shit, but her smell was left over on everythin' that surrounded him, causin' him to take a big inhale and bask in the heavenly reminder. He'd be lyin' if he said he wasn't the least bit disappointed 'bout her quick departure, but it wasn't anythin' to dwell over. He'd forgotten one important thing the night before doin' all this shit; sex changed everythin'. It was a cruel reminder, but as Merle used to say, 'Can't just sleep with a girl and not expect there to be any consequences little brother'. He'd given him that little tidbit of information when he was barely of age, a lesson that perhaps scared him into never wantin' to get close with a woman. There was sumthin' different 'bout Cherry though, he was just too stupid to figure it all out just yet.
He brought himself up into a sitting position, reachin' round for his clothes while decidin' it wasn't doin' him any good to just sit there and dilly-dally 'bout when shit needed to get done. It was his plan to go out and look for Sophia again, give it a real effort into bringin' her back after all the clues they'd uncovered. He threw himself into an old pair of pants before doin' up his shirt all the while getting' flashbacks of when Cherry had taken one offa him. Goin' to be a mighty distractin' day, he knew that now. Attachments were a dumb and reckless thing to be havin' with the world in the shitter, but he'd already been friends with Cherry long before they decided to sleep together, so there wasn't too much to worry 'bout, or so he told himself anyways.
He left his tent, his first goal at scroungin' up breakfast before he'd set out later. Looked like he wasn't the only one awake neither, a whole circle of people were already out by the fire talkin' among themselves without a care in the world. Cherry was sittin' with Lori, but she tossed him a smile that he couldn't quite decipher. He took a seat in one of 'em fold out chairs that Dale had brought for them. The thing wasn't too comfy, but he didn't care the moment Carol starting handin' a plate of food to him with contents that everyone else was eatin' it appeared.
"A nice morning." T-Dog chatted aloud while stretching.
"Let's hope it lasts before winter is here." Lori said in that moment reminding everyone of the hardships to come. No one knew for certain if they would be staying on the farm for that long, or if it would be back on the road to Fort Benning. The idea hadn't been spoken in a while, but it was likely that Shane would be reminding everyone soon.
When the time came, Jolene wasn't sure where she'd want to go. She knew she was solidified into the group now and she wouldn't leave them by choice. She supposed her path was wherever Lori went now. Apparently she had told Rick the truth last night, something that was easy on the ears first thing in the morning. Jolene had gotten up and left Daryl's side pretty early, though she couldn't explain why. She could feel his eyes lingering on her from his spot across the fire and it took everything in her not to gaze back and start talking with him. She was a pretty see-through person when it came to hiding more personal matters in her life, and if she allowed herself to look at Daryl, no doubt someone would see the truth on her face. She wasn't ashamed, but it wasn't anyone's business either and she didn't want everyone to know just yet, if ever. She still had his shirt on, and it was exactly how she had left the group last night so nothing suspicious came out of wearing it, though she couldn't be sure if anyone had seen her leave Daryl's tent in the morning, and then there was the issue of sharing a tent with Carol. Surely she must have noticed her absence in the night. The woman was on cloud nine however since Sophia's shoes had been found, and nothing had deflated her spirits.
Rick was the last one to join their little circle, taking a spot between Jolene and Lori. A strange exchange passed between the couple; everything seemed fine on the surface, but it was pretty obvious that news of a new baby was devastating to Rick. He had to think of his family of course, but the safety of the group was now jeopardized as well and that was a weight he put on his shoulders.
"This looks like a good day." Andrea said as she said down next to Jolene, "The weather will make searching easier."
"You're going out again?" She pondered.
Andrea nodded, "Yeah. I think we'll go over plans after breakfast so everyone's ready. Are you going again?"
"Probably." Jolene answered with no hesitation, "We're so close, and I think our chances are better with a larger number of people looking." Out of the corner of her eyes Jolene had been watching Glenn, who was looking nervous again and he kept spying looks at Dale, or back to the house where it seemed Maggie was guarding the porch like a Rottweiler. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes were squinted at Glenn in the sun.
"Lovers quarrel." Andrea interjected.
Jolene hummed in response, "You've noticed?"
"With Glenn and Maggie?" She tossed her a knowing look, "Yeah, I've noticed."
Jolene kept silent for a moment, wondering if Maggie's and Glenn's meeting hadn't gone as planned since last night, "I'm curious to know what happened, but not enough to ask because I know it's not my place."
"Leave and let lie huh?"
"Pretty much. I know I wouldn't want people sticking their noses in my business if it was something personal. If it affects the group then it's up to that person to reveal it." She meant those words too, because she knew if the group found out about hers and Daryl's bizarre relationship, she would have to deal with the drama of what everyone else thought, and it mattered little to her, who was sleeping with who.
Breakfast progressed at a steady pace with the odd interruption of some comment or another being made. It didn't take long for Glenn to approach the group from the outside, jumping on the balls of his feet while his eyes shifted from every face of the group. Rick seemed to take notice first that he had something to say, "Uh guys, so the barn…it's full of walkers."
Well hell, it wasn't exactly what everyone thought they'd be hearing from Glenn's mouth. Jolene hadn't realized he'd been keeping such a big secret, though she had suspected something else was up when he first told her about Lori's pregnancy. The people were stunned into silence for a moment, before Shane and Rick were the first to act, leaping up from their seats as they started down the hill. Gradually members began to follow, including Jolene who fell back with Glenn. Maggie clearly understood what Glenn had told them because she bolted away into the house with a frustrated look. The news had successfully dismissed what was left of the good atmosphere as they piled around the chained door of the barn. Shane was peeking through one of the cracks in the old wood, and sure enough the groaning started from the inside though was somewhat muffled. The lock seemed sturdy enough as it sprang back with force when walkers inside launched themselves forward, though Shane stepped back with a disgusted look.
"I think we've been here too long now." He said aloud as he backed away from the door, "We need to go in there and clear this problem out, or we need to leave."
"And go where?" Lori asked as she stood by Rick.
"Fort Benning was always the plan. Carl's healed up now, we don't have any valid reason to stay."
"What about my daughter?" Carol affronted, "She's still out there."
"Carol's right, we can't leave Sophia behind." Rick agreed.
Judging by Shane's previous reaction about the discovery of the girl's shoes, it wasn't evidence enough for him to want to stick his neck out, "I think we have to start considering the other option here Carol."
"Shane." Rick warned, but the man couldn't be swayed.
"No I'm serious man. You really gonna risk everyone's safety on account of a doll and some shoes. It's been too long already, there ain't no way we're gonna find her out there alive. In old cases, when a missing person's effects showed up, it only meant one thing."
Daryl's eyes narrowed and were trained on Shane as if he was working on burning him where he stood, "You don't know what the Hell yer talkin' about!"
"Oh I don't?" Shane argued back, "I imagine I know a damn bit more than a redneck. You couldn't even find your retarded brother in Atlanta, there ain't a chance in Hell you'll find that girl."
Rick seemed to already anticipate what was going to happen next before he backed out of the way just as Daryl leaped for Shane, talking them both down to the ground. Daryl was on top of Shane, beating his face senseless until push came to shove and Shane started back, both of them rolling around on the dirt before the barn. People were standing in a circle around them shouting, until Rick and T-Dog moved to intervene, "Get a hold of yourselves!" Rick shouted.
"Stop it!" Lori was yelling by at Shane while she pushed Carl behind her.
Dale and Glenn looked ready on the sides to intervene while Jolene moved to stand near Carol, "He's going to get us kicked off the property." Carol choked as she watched Shane in detest and anguish. Apparently his words had struck a chord with the woman, because any good feelings Jolene had felt radiating off of her had now gone cold.
T-Dog managed to get a good hold on Shane's collar while Rick tugged Daryl off from the ground in a struggle, "Both of you need to conduct yourselves better. Are you calm?" Rick asked first to Daryl and then to Shane whose face was red and swelling.
Daryl spit blood onto the ground before wiping his mouth on his arm, "Crazy piece of shit." He grunted.
"Watch your mouth boy." Shane retorted hotly, "You think anyone needs you around here now just 'cause you're looking for Sophia? If that girl's got any good sense, she would have run in the other direction when she saw you coming."
It didn't take long and already Daryl was riled up again, but Rick kept him back by his grip on his shirt. Jolene sighed before stepping between them, "Both of you stop, this isn't helping. Can we please stick to what the issue is?" She reasoned, looking both Shane and then Daryl in the eye. She couldn't read the emotions behind his eyes, but his face was still contorted into rage and frustration until she had to look away.
"What do you think Jolene?" Rick asked while he let Daryl shrug out of his grasp to pace away from Shane.
"I can't believe the words are coming out of my mouth…but I agree with Shane." Everyone seemed taken aback for a moment before she continued to explain, "Not about giving up the search for Sophia. I had my plans to go out and look again today. But we need to talk to Hershel about the walkers. It may be his secret to hide, but something could go wrong, and that path leads us into danger. There comes a point where the line of privacy has to be crossed."
"Man she's right. Don't think I can sleep with these things so close to camp." T-Dog replied, and there were a few murmurs of affiliation to his statement.
"Rick, you have to say something." Lori urged.
"I'll talk to Hershel." Rick compromised, "But this is his land, and we have to respect that."
"Man why are you so keen on staying? Far as I can see, we're unwanted guests who've overstayed their welcome." Shane started in with his two cents again.
"If he wanted us gone, he would have thrown us off by now." Lori pointed out, "If we nip this problem in the bud, then I think this would be a good place to settle over the winter."
"But Hershel thinks those things are his family and friends in there." Dale interrupted, "Many of them are his neighbours and people he's lost, the same as us."
"How do you know that?" Andrea accused as she rested a hand on her hip.
"I already talked to Hershel." Dale said sheepishly.
Rick's brow furrowed, "You knew?"
"Since yesterday. I figured we would be safe for one more night without knowing; turns out I was right."
Shane scoffed, not even attempting to hide his resentment, "Man, I can't deal with this. You figure it out soon Rick, or I will." He threw his hands up, before walking away. Andrea sent a quick look to Jolene before following after him. She wasn't sure what their relationship was since they'd had sex, but if Andrea was going to try and smooth things over with him, it was more than anyone else was doing.
Rick returned over to his family before splitting off from the group to find Hershel and soon the rest dispersed around the area, while trying to overcome the news that had just been delivered. Glenn caught up to Jolene, his face apologetic while she merely shrugged, "Bad news Glenn."
"I'm so sorry. Maybe if I had said something earlier, it wouldn't have been so bad, but I promised Maggie."
She felt for his situation and the anxiety in his tone, "You didn't do anything wrong. I don't think the timing mattered; the news was still going to be bad. Our response to Hershel has to be handled carefully though, or we could get thrown off, and I know Rick doesn't want that."
"I don't want that either." He said, "It's not only bad for us though. What if we had never come along and the walkers got out? Maggie and her family would be killed because of Hershel's naïve beliefs."
She wasn't sure if he knew it, and she didn't bring it up, but his concern for Maggie was growing passed the point of them being just friends with benefits. In the distance she spotted Daryl going off to the stable, Carol not too far behind him and running frantic by the look of it. She had no doubt that it was his goal to go out and look for Sophia again, doubling his efforts especially after what Shane had said. She also knew Carol was going up there to stop him, but to Jolene it felt like a double edged sword. Daryl was obviously disheartened by Shane's lack of tact and she knew him going out searching was just something he had to do, but she also knew he was too injured to ride for too long and Carol was right in preventing him, "That's not going to go well." Glenn said, his eyes now watching what she had seen previously.
"No it's not."
He turned to her with a look of surprise, "Aren't you going to go help her stop him?"
"No…it isn't my place."
Leaving Glenn behind before he could reply, she ventured into her shared tent which was now stocked with her clean clothes. Carefully she unbuttoned Daryl's shirt, setting it aside as she threw on a black t-shirt and a pair of light denim shorts. She'd have to return the red cowboy boots to Maggie, but given what had just occurred, she figured it would be smart to avoid the house. After sliding on a pair of worn white sneakers (that were more brown than white), she exited the tent with Daryl's shirt, dropping it off in the basin to be washed.
"Hey!" She was barely away from the camp fire when she turned to see Andrea approaching, "Do you want to help me with something?"
She thought for a moment, "Depends on what the task is."
Andrea caught up to her and they continued to walk forward, "Shane asked me to take up watch in front of the barn, at least until Rick gets back to us with some news."
"And where'd Shane go?" Jolene asked, a negative feeling in her gut.
"I didn't ask. I'm going out later with Rick to go and search for Sophia again though, but right now I figured some company would be nice."
"Yeah, why not? If you're going out later, perhaps I'll come help again, I didn't really have anyone else to go with." She admitted as they approached the barn.
The structure was looming dark as they parked themselves before its doors. The odd hiss was heard, but she made to put her mind out of listening while focusing on the breeze through the trees. All she had to protect herself with was a knife and it was Andrea with the gun. Jolene made a point of respecting Hershel's rule still about no guns, even if they were further away from the house. The group was scattered around, easy to spot from a distance when they would pass to and from camp. This seemed to be a new trend these days; the group was dividing on many issues, and the gap was much further than she remembered it ever being. The problems could maybe be blamed on Shane, but not entirely.
"Looks like he decided to stay in after all." Andrea spoke aloud, ruining Jolene's thought process.
"Who?"
"Daryl."
Sure enough, Daryl was walking away from the stable, long after Carol had already left. If she had to guess by a first glance, she'd say he was angry again, "I guess Carol convinced him after all."
"Yeah, to be honest though, I would have thought it had been you." Andrea was facing her now, a shit eating smirk on her face, "Maybe you two aren't as close as I thought."
Jolene answered in an emotionless tone, Yeah…maybe."
"We'll find out soon enough. Here he comes now."
"Oh shit." Jolene hadn't realized she had said it aloud until Andrea was laughing at her misfortune. Not that talking with Daryl was bad, but she had to admit she was clueless on what to say, though she had company at the moment, so maybe things would turn out alright.
"Here to help with watch?" Andrea asked him as he approached his shoulders tight and his face soured as usual.
"The fuck do you think Blondie?" He snarled.
Andrea looked a little shocked by his outburst but not without smiling first. "Just a harmless question, no need to tear my head off." She threw up her hands surrendering, "I forgot something back at camp. Jolene, you can handle watch?"
Jolene wanted to glare, but she realized this was Andrea's idea of good intentions, so she let it slide, "Yeah, I'll be fine; not like they're going anywhere." She indicated to the barn with a nod of her chin. She watched Andrea retreating back up the hill, a further distance than she thought, as it turned out, and suddenly she was smothered by Daryl's presence. He wasn't looking at her for the longest time, but rather standing awkwardly a few steps away.
"Do you think Rick is doing the right thing?" She asked. Best to start with camp issues because she wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about what had happened last night.
His eyes snapped to her face with indifference, "He's doing right by his family, don't mean it's the safest place to be though. All I know is its pretty damn weird to keep walkers locked up in a barn."
She nodded, "I'm having a difficult time putting myself in Hershel's shoes. Maybe because I was never around close friends and family when they turned."
"Not ever?"
"No." She let out a deep breath, "My parents still live up in Canada and I hadn't visited them since six months before the outbreak even. I don't think I'll ever know if they made it out. Best to put that out of my mind though, right?"
She wasn't sure why she asked Daryl; maybe it was trust, or maybe she was insecure. Whatever the reason, he nodded wordlessly, "I don't know nothin' 'bout you."
She frowned slightly, "Well I don't know anything about you either. It's a two-way street isn't it?"
"I ain't one to share. Hate tellin' shit about my life when it doesn't even matter anymore." He kicked at the dirt with the toe of his shoe.
"Then let's leave it at that. I know who you are now and I think that's all that matters." He turned away from her, but he didn't leave the area as they stood in a pregnant pause that felt like it lasted the span of nine months.
Daryl wanted to ask what last night had meant to her, but he was pretty darn certain they were on two different wavelengths. Jesus, what was it about sex that always left him in a terrible mood? Merle used to laugh at him, tellin' him he suffered from post-coital depression, but it didn't make him feel any better, only worse. It must have been a one night thing, she just needed a good fuck and she was right as rain. Why the Hell did it make him feel so shitty when he thought that though? He musta been born without that part of the brain, bein' able to have one night stands and what not. What was supposed to be an easy thing just created more hassle and suddenly he was no better than the Chinaman pinin' after tail. She'd been the one chasin' after him the first time though, but now she didn't seem the least bit interested.
"Daryl, about last night." She started.
He stopped her from continuin' though, afraid to hear what she had to say, "Don't wanna talk 'bout it, so leave it be."
"Seriously, you don't want to talk about it?"
"That's what I said. All we did was fuck anyhow, ain't like there's a lot to sort through."
Hopefully he was successful and she'd taken the hint, but no such luck 'cause a moment later he heard her feet travelin' 'round to face him. He was in wonder at why she was grinnin' like a mad woman, "You say it so eloquently." She teased, "And I know what you are trying to do, and it won't work. We're friends and I'm not going anywhere."
"Friends always fuck too?" He asked cynically.
"Well, I don't know about that. Maybe it's just us." He could see from her smile that she didn't regret nothin' with him and that was a relief, but it wasn't enough. He knew he was probably bein' childish 'bout this, shit, even sounded pathetic in his own head. Why the Hell didn't she like him as more than a friend? He thought sex woulda confirmed that, but he was in the exact same place as he was before. What good was sex if he was still stuck with his nose pressed up again the glass, lookin' in on her like a dog on the street?
"How come you left early?"
His assertive question stunned her momentarily, "Uh, well two reasons. First off, I didn't figure you for the coddling type. I'm not really one for cuddling either though. Sex makes me weird and I tend to do my own thing after. Sorry, I should have said something first."
"Nah, ain't nothin' I'm not already used to." He wondered if she was always weird after sex, or if it was just cause of him. Sure as shit he hated cuddlin', but he could make the exception in case she ever changed her mind.
"But I don't want to be like everyone else." She added, "I'll try better next time."
The fuck, was he hearin' her right, "Next time?!"
Her eyes left his befuddled face, looking over his shoulder at something else that caught her sight, "Here comes trouble. Maybe we should leave." She spoke aloud, pointing to a returning Andrea with Shane following.
"Fuckin' right, I ain't talkin' with that asshole. Don't you have sumthin' better to do then follow me 'round right now though?" He goaded, though more pissed at the interruption in their conversation.
"Me follow you?" She feigned surprised, "But you came over to me."
She started up the hill, and he took the lesser of two evils, figuring' he'd rather be with Cherry than Blondie and psychosomatic Shane. There wasn't nothin' to complain 'bout when followin' behind her anyhow, he liked the way her long legs moved with her hips under the tight shirt. They passed the pair on the way up, both men exchanging hard looks at one another while Andrea pushed Shane onward. She mouthed a 'thank you' to Jolene for helping split them up with a team effort. As they made their way back to the center of camp, Lori approached Cherry, them speakin' in private until it looked like the lady was pullin' her away, "Well, I guess this is where I leave you for now." She told Daryl while Lori waited patiently at a distance.
"Go on and do what ya gotta do." He said while keepin' his tone casual. He was maybe hopin' an afternoon of chitchat may have cleared the air for 'em, but it looked like he was gonna have to find a better opportunity.
"We'll talk later, I promise. Remember the barn's full of walkers, I'm sure we haven't heard the end of it yet." She squeezed his arm affectionately before goin' off Lord knows where with lady Grimes.
He heaved one helluva sigh, his mind feelin' twisted as a pretzel as he sat down in the same chair his ass had graced earlier before Glenn had interrupted everything. His eyes watched impassively as the door to the RV opened, and the ol' man did a double take while carryin' the bag of guns with him, "Where you goin' there with them guns?"
Dale jumped back, his eyes floating over to Daryl who sat alone, "Uh…just a precaution. You look troubled son." He changed the subject rather quickly, and to one Daryl didn't wanna broach.
"Yeah, what do you know 'bout it?" He grumbled back, his eyes shiftin' to the charcoal colored logs left over from the fire in the center. His hands clenched tight as he heard the man waddle over and take a seat across from him. That shit really picked his ass; the ol' man figurin' he could fix everyone's problems with a wise word, no wonder Andrea was tryin' to distance herself from him, "Whatcha want?"
"I noticed you and Jolene seem close."
Daryl's eye twitched, "This the part where ya tell me to back off 'cause I ain't no good for her?"
"Heavens no." Dale refuted kindly, "I think it's doing you some good at any rate to break out of your shell. It shouldn't matter who with."
"Well then what?" Daryl asked loudly. He wasn't quite getting' what the ol' man's point was.
"I just wanted to give you advice that I think you should hear." Of course he did, but Daryl humored him, intrigued to hear what the eyes and ears of the camp had to say, "I'm probably wasting my breath saying this because you don't have to be told this, but…don't fall in love with her."
Daryl stood up abruptly from his seat, makin' Dale nearly fall back, "No way. We ain't ever talkin' 'bout this, and don't you go runnin' yer mouth 'bout shit that don't concern you!"
"Daryl, hold on a second." Dale pleaded, "I'm only telling you this in case she ever found her fiancé. That would be devastating to you both I think."
More like he didn't want another Shane on his hands, and Daryl felt sick that he would even compare him to that lunatic, "If yer so concerned, then go tell this shit to her; leave me out of it."
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my place to pry." Dale agreed as he pulled his hat from his head and twisted it nervously between his hands.
Daryl didn't even stop to respond, he kept on walkin' until he was away from camp in solitude by an old tree. The good mood he'd woken up with had all but gone to Hell. He was swearin' all sorts of nasty shit in his head and aloud while prowlin' 'round the trunk. Fuckin' ol' man didn't know what the Hell he was talkin' 'bout...or maybe he did and that's why he was so angry. It was the end of the world, chances of her findin' her fiancé alive was slim at best, he'd repeated that over to himself constantly. And what the Hell did the nosy ol' bastard mean, he didn't need to be told not to fall in love? Daryl had to admit he probably had never loved anyone before, not even Merle. They were brothers and it was sumthin' else entirely, not at all what Dale had been talkin' 'bout and he wasn't stupid enough not to miss the point. Fuck, he didn't even know if he was capable of it, though he was sure he felt sumthin' for Cherry that went beyond the meager means of two friends sharin' in each other's company at night. Damn the ol' man for bein' tardy, usually he was right in tuned with this shit. Thanks to him bein' slow, Daryl was now certain that the piece of advice he'd been given had come way too late.
Something that I want to tell you that I'll never say
Sorry that I ever told you all those thinks I didn't mean inside my head
But you know that's just the way I am
Just trying to forget but this ain't no ordinary love
When Your Love Is Safe, Active Child...
More of an aftermath of Daryl's feeling this chapter, which was somewhat difficult but I think I got the point across. I'm getting back into the plotline for the back half of season two now which means this story doesn't have too much to go before I can branch into wonderful season three. Thank God that returns on Sunday, though I am still worried about Daryl's well-being after reading an article on EW that said "Death was on the horizon!" Any Super bowl watchers here, or like me, were you watching the season one marathon on AMC?! My team (the packers) were eliminated, so I wasn't cheering for either team and I thought my time was better off watching Rick and crew again. Thanks for the great R&R, I will now be entering the 200 reviews zone!
