KEZZ 1: Well thank you for enjoying, here's the next one.

pyrojack25: Of course she would find it lol you know that's how stuff works, if you're hiding something—it's gonna come out sooner or later lol.

Guest: They fucked up a lot of characters on the show from the comics. I don't know who was like 'this is a great idea! Let's do it like this!'. A lot of that made me want to stop watching because its such bullshit but I'm still watching for my mom and because I've been watching since the first day it came out lol I'm stuck. I saw you were confused about Miri's relation to Rick. Miri and Rick share the same father but not mother. Miri's mother is Australian who was visiting the states and met Rick's dad. They had a small thing before she had to go back. Years later, Miri finds out everything and meets her dad and Rick.

Lucy Greenhill: Wait no more!

Hey guys,

sorry this took so long but this was a good day with my mood for writing. I wanted to get this out for you guys since I take forever, please forgive me!

Thank you for whoever messaged me on Tumblr asking about the story and for not being rude, this one is for you!

The sun was shining but there was a nice breeze as Miri went back to folding the clothes she had abandoned when she went to check on Daryl's stitches, something to take her mind off the wet heat that was building.

She was thankful Alice had put her hair into two messy pigtails so the back of her neck could feel the breeze, cooling the sweat that had started to come up.

Dale came up to her as she took a pair of jeans off of the makeshift clothesline they made between two trees. "Hello there, Miranda."

Miri turned around, folding the jeans. "Just Miri, Dale." She gave him a friendly smile. "What's up?"

"Can I talk to you?"

Miri tilted her head, brows knitted together in confusion at his tone. "Sure, you can ask me anything." She placed the jean in a milk crate that was meant to be Glenn and T-Dog's.

Dale looked around to see if anyone was around to overhear what he was about to ask her. "I need to talk to you about Shane." He noticed when she tensed up but continued. "Has he ever been… threatening towards people, like bipolar?"

Miri shook her dead. "Not that I know of in the past." She stops talking and looks around, seeing Daryl reading the book Andrea brought him while eating a peach from the little window tent. She looked back to Dale. "But he does seem different since we caught up with him after the whole Atlanta fiasco." She then remembered Shane's actions from last night and at the highway. "He nearly attacked me back at the highway and last night."

Dale looked concerned as he stepped closer. "What happened?"

"He was angry at the fact I was spending time around Daryl and Shane didn't like the way he supposedly looks at me," She shook her head. "But I don't feel comfortable around him anymore. He's hiding something."

Dale takes her words in, thankful that the blonde archer felt the same way he did. He wondered if she believed Shane's story about Otis. "Miri, you remember the story Shane told about Otis?" She nodded. "How do you feel about that?"

Miri hesitates, wondering if Dale was asking her this because he felt the same way she did, yet the look on her face confessed how she felt without saying a word.

Dale placed his hand on her arm. "You don't have to say anything, but what is this thing about Daryl and you?"

Miri snorts as she rolls her eyes. "Nothing, it's not a thing. Shane just thinks it is. He was like that with any guy I brought over to meet Rick. You would think Rick would be the one scaring the boyfriends off."

Dale chuckles, making her nervous.

Alice comes running up to them with a small chick cupped carefully in her hands. "Grandpa Dale! Grandpa Dale, look at what I have!"

Dale takes his attention away from Miri to look at the little girl that was wearing one of his bucket hats to protect her head from the Sun. "What do you got there?"

Alice held up the baby chick. "It's a baby chicken, it was sad 'cause its mommy is gone so I started to play with it." She softly pet the chick. "I named him Sunny!"

Miri laughed. "Why did you call him that, Baby?"

"'Cause he was sad but I'm gonna make him happy, like the Sun!" She smiled brightly, as if that explained everything.

Miri pet the chick softly, cooing at it. "That's great, but you should take him back to his brothers and sisters so he can play."

"I am, but can I get my notebook so I can draw them?"

Miri nodded. "Sure, just stay near Aunty Lori, and when she finishes I want you back here. Okay?"

"Okay!" Alice goes to the tent and takes her backpack out of the tent and goes running towards the chicken coop where Lori and Carl were talking. "Bye momma!"

Miri looked shocked. "Did she just call me…?" she looked shocked, but happy. She was happy that the little girl she had grown to love, had grown to think of her own, called her momma.

Dale patted her shoulder with a smile, happy to have seen that sight. "Yeah she did." He looked at the RV. "I better go, talk to you later Miri."

"Bye Dale!"

Miri went back to folding, a smile on her face until she came across the button up shirt Daryl gave to her when they were in the forest. She had gotten most of the blood out of the shirt but it was still slightly stained, and it had the holes from when the arrow went through Daryl.

She folds it and placed it in a small pile of Daryl's clothes.

When she finished folding, she put hers and Alice's clothes into their tent. She grabbed the small pile of clothes that belonged to Daryl and made her way towards his tent, nervous.

Daryl spotted the blonde walking towards his tent with some clothes in her arms. 'Why is she comin' back?'

Miri raised her hand to knock on the tent when Daryl's voice stopped her.

"Why do you knock if you're just gonna barge in?"

Miri laughed and entered the tent, a small grin on her lips. "I'm gonna take that as an invitation to enter whenever I want, you don't want that."

Daryl looked annoyed, he didn't invite her to just come in whenever she wants.

Daryl looked up as Miri handed him some folded clothes. "Here, I tried to get the blood out of the clothes but all the scrubbing couldn't get it completely out." She frowned as she patted the ruined shirt that sat in top of the pile. "Sorry."

Daryl held the place in the book with one of his hands as he took the clothes from Miri.

He caught a whiff of a smell that wasn't his, it smelt familiar. "Why does it smell like that?"

"Smell? Oh! I used my shampoo to wash."

He grunted and placed the clean clothes on his bag. "Now Imma smell like some chick."

Daryl expected Miri to leave but she doesn't, instead she looks sorry.

"I'm sorry for running out last night when…" She paused and pressed her lips together, not really knowing what to say for a moment. "It was unexpected, and I shouldn't have kissed you a little while ago, it was uncalled for."

Daryl watched her from the corner of his eye from the book as she talked nervously, not saying a word.

Miri remembered the time she hiked him up on her back in the forest, when they had gotten to the top and tried to move when she felt what she thought at the time was his knife poking the back of her inner thigh.

She had tried to move away, trying not to get hurt when she felt herself melt at the sound of Daryl's voice in her ear, rough from the climb and blood loss, telling her not to move.

Miri's thoughts turned to Austin and how he wasn't that into the sexual part of their relationship, though now she knows why, but she always wondered why he didn't want to have sex whenever they were together. Him cheating was the furthest thing from her mind, instead she thought she had bore him and that hit her self-esteem hard.

Daryl watched has her face turn red into deep in thought. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Miri snaps out of her thoughts and clears her throat. "Nothing."

Daryl doesn't believe what she said and scoffs. "Something had to be wrong with you with how red you got."

Miri ignore his comment and look at the book in Daryl's hands. "How's the book?" She starts to play with the bandage wrapped around her hand, her nerves showing.

"Boring as shit. Stop messin' with that or it's gonna end up infected, and you know how your brother will get."

That caused Miri to stop.

He goes to tell her to get out if she's just gonna stand there but she quickly speaks up.

"What do you think of Shane?"

He looked her over, wondering if this was some sort of trick to get him kicked out or something.

Miri doesn't say anything else, waiting for him to answer but he just went back to his book.

"I got nothin' to say about your boyfriend."

Miri's face scrunches up in disgust. "Stop calling him that, it isn't funny."

Daryl hid a grin, secretly liking the way how her nose scrunched when she was angry.

Miri glared at him. "Why are you grinning like a twit?"

Daryl dropped his grin, not realizing that he was, and said the first thing that came to his mind and passed the non-existent filter to his mouth. "You look like a dog when you scrunch your nose like that."

Miri was offended. "A dog?! You're an arsehole." She leaves his tent, muttering angrily as she stomped back to the clothes to give everyone their clean clothes.

Daryl exhaled loudly, hating how he doesn't need to drink to fuck shit up with saying the first thing he thought and it turns insulting… guess he was a lot like his dad than he thought.

He frowned as he thought about his father.

His mind went to the last moment he saw him, when Uncle Jess had to do what he didn't have the balls to do.

Chuckling was heard by Daryl's tent window when T-Dog's face showed up at the window. "That was real smooth man, real smooth."

Daryl narrowed his eyes at him. "Why you hangin' around my tent? Go the fuck away."

T-Dog smirked and started to make kissy noises that started to bother Daryl.

Daryl slapped the book against the netting of the window, making T-Dog jump back a bit as he laughed.

"C'mon man, why don't you just kiss her already?"

Daryl tried to ignore T-Dog, but he can still see him from the corner of his eye, his giant grin bothering him the more it was on there. "When are you gonna leave me alone?"

T-Dog rolled his eyes. "Man, just go up to her and kiss her." He nodded over to the blonde, who was putting clothes into different piles angrily. "Just throw her against the wall and start kissin' her. Chances are she'll kiss you back, and if she doesn't," he shrugged. "At least you tried. You gotta do somethin', it's the end of world. You gotta live a little."

"Why don't you just go for it then? Live a little." Daryl mocked.

T-Dog snorted at the mockery. "Please, I sure as hell don't have a chance with someone like that." He nodded towards Miri. "You got a shot man, if I had that shot, you sure as hell know I would've taken that chance in a heartbeat."

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't noticed?" T-Dog laughed. "You the only one that has enough balls to hang around her without being scared of Shane and Rick."

"T-Dog!" T-Dog looked up to see Miri waving him over to her. "I need your help!"

T-Dog turned back to the hunter. "You should try what I said. If you don't wanna, then I should." He left with a grin on his face as he walked toward the Australian beauty, hearing Daryl nearly growl.

The plan was working. 'Now Miri's turn.' T-Dog thought as he started to help said blonde.

Daryl tightened his jaw as he watched T-Dog make Miri laugh as he helped her pick up the crates, the green eyed monster growing inside him.

He threw the book onto the floor of the tent, not wanting to read anymore with the mood he was in. He covered his face with his hands.

He just wanted to stop thinking about Miri, but she always ends up there somehow. 'T-Dog's wrong. I ain't got a chance. I fuck up almost every conversation we end up in, no, every time I open my damn fucking mouth.'

He looked to the pile of clothes that smelt like Miri, grabbing the button-up shirt that he gave her when hers ripped off and covered his face as he closed his eyes.

The smell was soft as he breathe it in, making him relax. He could feel himself slowly start to slip into sleep as he continued to breathe.

Wine and peaches is what she tasted like, but she smelt soft.

He sighed. "Fuck." he whispered as he finally slipped into sleep.