Well, sorry I've been off a couple of days, been crazy busy ! I hope yall enjoy ! Thank you to everyone who reads and reviews, yall are awesome !

~Kaila G.

Daryl awoke with a start, jerking slightly. Raina pressed further into his shoulder, and he sighed to himself. He hadn't napped long at all, but the time he did sleep, he dreamed of hellish things. Of all things to dream of, he dreamed he was a walker. The dream was still fresh, replaying in his head like a horror movie.

He had been stumbling along, the only thing urging him to move, was the hunger burning inside of him. No thoughts, no memories. It was all blank. He felt as if he was a walker, but yet as if he was outside of his walker body at the same time. Watching, as he rambled on, only thinking of feeding.

Then there she was. Raina was standing in a clearing, alone. His instincts took over, and he scrambled foward, clumsily, at her. She turned around, and he saw it. In her arms, she was holding a sleeping baby. But that didn't stop him from charging at her, snapping and snarling.

He watched as her face changed, from happy to terrified. She screamed, but it was too late. He was there, reaching out for her, snatching her toward his open mouth. Her screaming did not phase him as he ate her away. The hunger only burned more, as he filled up with her flesh. The screaming had stopped, but the walker part of him did not notice.

Suddenly, a noise catches his predator instincts. A noise, soft at first, then growing louder. Crawling toward it, he noticed it was moving. Feed, feed, feed. That was his only concern. But Daryl, who was trying his hardest to wake himself up, was going crazy. He wanted to feed, but he wanted to wake up. Snatching the cloth away, revealed the baby, wide eyed and whining.

Then he was awake. Daryl wanted to scream, he wanted to knock that dream out of his head. That was the most awful thing he had ever experienced. Trying to shake it off, he looked up at Rick, who was slowing down. Instinctively, Daryl looked out of the window, checking their surroundings. It was really too dark to make much out of the woods surrounding them.

The car rolled to a stop, and Rick put it in park. He was silent for a moment, just sitting still, staring out of the window into the darkness. Daryl understood where Rick was, lost in thoughts, because Daryl was there himself. What were they all going to do now? Daryl wasn't sure, but he knew they had to figure out something, and fast. Raina was in no shape to be traveling, or under stress.

"Daryl," Rick said, interrupsting his thoughts, "there's something over there, looks like a barn. Let's scope the area, and set up in there tonight, if it's safe. In the morning we'll find somewhere better."

"Aight." Daryl grunted, moving Raina's arm, and twisting out of her grip. She awoke, with sleepy, but wide eyes, staring at him in question.

"Where you goin'?" She asked, her voice slightly groggy.

"Set up for the night. Gettin' back on the road when day light comes." Daryl said quietly. He ran a hand behind her neck, pulled her face close to his, and kissed her forehead. "Be right back."

Raina watched silently, as Daryl and Rick climbed out of the truck, followed by Andrea. They were joined by Maggie, T-Dog, Glenn, and Michonne. The small group set out quiet and alert, searching the area for danger. Daryl and Michonne set out for the perimeter, walking quickly and quietly.

Raina sat in the truck, waiting. Everything was still, quiet. No one said anything. She noticed Carl holding his gun, ready to act if needed. Raina smiled slightly at the young boy, thinking how wonderful he was. Just like his father. Rick and Daryl were the only two holding the group together, keeping them strong.

After what felt like forever, Raina saw a shadow near her window, then Daryl opened the door without making a sound. He held out his hand, and helped her out of the truck. Melissia and Carol jumped out, and Raina saw Carl stepping down from the passenger side. Daryl, holding her hand tight, began walking toward the barn.

"It's empty," he whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, "so we're stayin' tonight, but no fire, no noise. Go in, sleep, get up, an' go." His tone was serious, and his directions were clear. Which meant this barn was not safe enough to stay at long. Raina knew this would be a one night thing, not something semi-permanent.

Once inside, T-Dog, Glenn, and Maggie offered to take watch in the loft. The three climbed the ladder, and Raina heard nothing. Which made her skin crawl. She missed the quiet laughter of the ones on guard duty back at the hotel. It was eery, everyone so quiet and on guard. They had always been on guard at the hotel, but not like this. Not like this at all.

Raina and Daryl found a small spot near the ladder, and layed down. Daryl took off his jacket and draped it over her, before pulling her close. Raina actually breathed, feeling his warm breath tickling against her ear. She felt safe in that moment, as she snuggled closer. She closed her eyes, and tried to relax herself into sleep.

But it was uncomfortable. She was, after all, pregnant. Used to sleeping in a warm, soft bed. Now she was on a hard, cold barn floor. And although it was now late March, the nights were still slightly cool. She was greatful for Daryl's jacket. In fact, she was just greatful for the barn overall.

Despite sleeping in the car, she and the baby were sleepier than she thought. She drifted away into a dreamless sleep, a wonderful sleep, in this world. It was always better, she thought, to dream of nothing than to have nightmares. The horrors of this world were enough to bear in reality, without it haunting her in her dreams.

"Raina, wake up, girl." Daryl's voice seeped into her head, jolting her awake. She looked up to see it was early morning. The barn door was open, and she could see the sun wasn't quite all the way up yet. Looking at Daryl, she grinned sleepily, and plunked her head back down into the hay.

"Imma wake!" She said, lifting her head back up, opening her eyes once again. She saw a small smile upon his lips, as he handed her something. Raina saw it was paper plate. Scrambled eggs?

"A house not too far 'cross the field. Chickens." Daryl shrugged. "Pure luck?" His voice slightly questioned, and Raina sat up, taking the plate.

"I love chickens." She murmured, before digging into the eggs hungrily. Daryl chuckled softly, and leaned against the wall.

"Leavin' soon. Gotta hit the road again, get out there and find a new place." He said quietly, his smile faded, and Raina was sad to see it go.

"We will." Raina said, through her food. "Find a new place, ya know."

"Yea, we will." Daryl agreed, but his voice told a different story. He didn't sound too confident, and that worried Raina.

"Everyone ready?" Rick's voice called out. Raina shoveled down her last bit of food, and took Daryl's hand. He helped her up, and they walked outside of the barn. Wrapped up in Daryl's jacket, she climbed into the truck quietly, and so did the rest of the truck riders. Once Hershel had his vehicle loaded, Rick waved, and cranked up the truck. He put it in gear, and they were on the road again. Raina looked back to see Maggie driving, and Raina grinned at her friend's sleepy face.