Falling into the Undead

Chapter Seven

Hi guys! We're getting close to our first major change in things! I'm excited for the next couple of chapters.

What do you think is going to happen next?

And what do you see

Do you see it clearer

Or are you deciveved

In what you believe

-Human by Rag'n'Bone Man

A week had gone by, and Remington fell into a routine. She had taken up helping wherever she could, whether that be meal preparation, laundry, or on occasion standing guard on top of the RV. Dale, and occasionally Shane seemed to be the only ones that did any of it, and she had offered to take over and give him breaks. The man had been more than happy to agree to it, they had grown closer in the last several days, and he felt anyone that wanted to help keep the camp safe was all right in his eyes. He thought, like her, that there should be a guard schedule where the camp was constantly being watched over, but the others didn't see the danger. They thought they were safe here.

Remington knew better.

She was trying to change things, to make it safer, but being a newbie hardly anyone was willing to listen to her. She had caught the ear of Dale but that wasn't enough. She had managed to get the tin can perimeter set up once again, but it had cost her endless hours of fighting for why, and only when she had stated she would set up one around her tent regardless, did anyone listen. Shane was the one she needed to get close to, and he pretended to listen, but she could tell his mind was miles away. He would give her a smile, and pat her back, as he complimented her on her help, before taking off into the woods. It was obvious where he was going.

The man had a smile a mile wide, and Remington realized his and Lori's outings may be a bigger problem than she originally thought.

She'd have to try to get closer, to get alone time, and grow a bond of friendship, or at least be seen as an ally, someone who had his back.

Remington needed to talk him into going out on a run with her.

It solved two of her problems.

She still wasn't sure exactly when in the storyline she was, just knew that it was before the start of the series, but she needed to know how close to that start she was. King's County would answer a lot of questions for her. If Rick were still there then he was either in the hospital or with Morgan, and if by some surprise he had already kicked started the start of the series, well then, she would know either way.

Saving Morgan and his son had been on her mind quite a bit since coming here. Since realizing how early in she had to be. She had an idea to save them. To talk Shane into letting her get her friends, whom she knew wouldn't actually be there, and if she managed it right, he would be going with her. She couldn't say it was Morgan and his son, it would be obvious they wouldn't know her, but she could make up someone. Someone that didn't exist and wouldn't be there, but it would give her the opportunity to save them instead. It felt awful, the idea of lying, but Remington was determined to protect everyone that she could.

Waking up that morning Remington moved to get the kids ready for the day and feed the dogs, before tidying up their small space. The day after they had arrived and slept in Shane's tent the Dixons had come back, carrying what small amount of game they had been able to catch.

Remington smiled at the image the two brothers produced as they silently made their way to their small camp away from everyone else. After making sure the kids were somewhere safe, Landon had taken to talking with Carl about comics, and Maisie was once again talking the ear off Shane, she deemed it safe enough to walk over toward where the men were now getting ready to skin and gut the animals.

She waved slightly as she came to a stop in front of them. Daryl flashed her a glance before his eyes fell back to the owl in front of him. Merle's gaze lingered as he sent a smirk her way before pulling out his knife.

"So, yah still wantin' something ta do with ole' Merle," he said, sounding pleased. She wasn't sure if she wanted to unload everything his voice was suggesting but Remington was happy to see them back. "Thought yah would have gone native."

"Is that why you ditched me to fend for myself yesterday?" she asked, head tilted to the side, and voice teasing. He shrugged before beginning to field dress the raccoon he had.

"Seemed Officer asshole over there had yah in good hands." Remington had begun to scowl but before she could ask him what that meant Maisie latched onto her mother's leg startling the woman.

"Your back!" she crowed in happiness. The girl had taken a strange liking to Merle. Neither adult could figure it out, but Remington suspected it had something to do with how she knew him before all of this. She wasn't certain why it had been him she latched onto and not Daryl, but it would seem she had done the same for Shane as well. It spoke of something about the girl, but Remington didn't want to get into it. Maisie was more like her than she had originally thought. "Teach me, please!"

"What yah on about girl?" Merle said, not exactly scowling, but with a frown tugging at his lips. Remington could see how he was growing uncomfortable at her attention. He was not a man that dealt with children often and it showed.

"The animals! Like before!" Maisie then seemed to deflate a bit before her next words. "I forgot how." She sounded disappointed, worried that he would be disappointed in her as well. She had grown meek as she waited for his answer.

Merle's frown tugged harsher at his lips as he stared at the girl before drifting up to her mother. Remington nodded encouragingly to him, the smile never leaving her lips, even when he had begun to scowl. Remington nudged Maisie, reminding her of her manners, and the girl took a step forward.

"Pwease!" Her lip jutted out as she tried to make her eyes seem bigger. "I wanna learn!"

"Fine," Merle said, seeming to give in, as the scowl deepened. "Follow along, I'm not gonna baby yah." He then pointed toward Remington with the knife. "She's gonna learn how ta use a knife." He said it in such a way that told the woman that if she said no, he wouldn't be teaching her. It was his way out, she realized. Remington bit her lip, worried over the thought of Maisie, such a small child using a knife. Merle held up the knife, one that was huge and intimidating, to the mother.

A part of her wanted to refuse it, to hide and protect her daughter, but Remington remembered the promise she had made to herself. Maisie wouldn't be defenseless in this world. She would survive. That meant she needed to be able to defend herself and have the skills to survive. Learning how to use a knife in a safe setting like this, even just on an animal carcass, with someone who held experience, was her best option.

"Okay," Remington said, her voice wavering slightly before it fell into determination. "As long as you're helping her, watching, and making sure she isn't going to hurt herself."

Merle froze in his actions, surprised at the admission of letting him oversee a child, even for something as simple as this. Even Daryl had glanced up at her in surprise. It was obvious no one had allowed their children to become this close to them, let alone learn from them before.

He grunted, motioning to have Maisie come closer, upon realizing that if he were to truly teach her, he couldn't have her so far away.

Remington watched all of this before suddenly a voice behind her grabbed her attention. She didn't notice the way both Dixons watched the man wearily as she turned around.

"Glenn says he knows of a good place to find yall a tent tomorrow," Shane said, an easy smile on his face, but it tightened when he realized whom she was talking to. "I hope you don't mind having to use mine for another night."

"What yah mean using yours?" Merle asked, cutting her off from her reply. His tone was filled with accusations, and something deeper, that almost sounded as if he felt protective.

"Shane offered his tent to us, so we didn't have to sleep in the car," Remington explained. Before she could move on to explain how he had slept somewhere else, she had seen the flash of what the two had concluded, Merle spoke up.

"Fucking should have mentioned something," Merle said. "Got an extra tent around here somewhere. Kind of small, be a tight fit, but better than sharing."

Remington hadn't managed to explain how they had come to the wrong conclusion before Merle sent Daryl to grab the tent. The man, under the direction of Merle, had ended up helping Remington put up the tent. She had been surprised to find that the tent was placed next to their own. She wondered if this was Merle's way of showing his protection, that he had brought them under his wing, without having to actually speak any of it. Or if he had some kind of weird possessiveness of whom he had brought into the group.

She wasn't sure but the placement of the tent didn't bother her. If anything, it brought her a sense of safety she hadn't had the night before. Those emotions were strange as she still hardly knew them, but somehow, she felt secure in their presence. It was normally a laughable thought for most people, but Merle had shown a side of him that she was sure not many ever got to see. Even his brother. Who she hadn't been able to interact with much, he seemed to avoid her on purpose, but Merle would only laugh away her questions.

Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Remington guided the children and dogs out of the tent as they moved toward where breakfast would be served. They quickly scrambled for a seat and happily took the offered plate from Carol, whom Remington smiled kindly at when she handed her own plate.

Her gaze roamed over the faces before searching for the Dixons at their tents but didn't see them there. They never had breakfast with the others or any of the other meals. Deciding they had already left for the day she focused on her plan.

Seeking out Shane, she witnessed him grabbing a plate of his own. Her hand came up, flagging him down, as she smiled happily at him. Shane tilted his head to the side but easily moved to sit down in the offered seat next to her. She had constantly found reasons to be around the man, and surely by this point he might suspect a crush, nothing that was true, but Remington could care less what he came up with. All she needed was for him to trust her. She wanted a friendship. Nothing more. Heaven knew the man had enough difficulties under his belt without adding her to the mix.

"Morning," he said, tilting his head to her. This morning's breakfast was a rare treat, biscuits, and gravy. Though it wasn't actually biscuits but rolls, and the gravy was a mix from a bag with powdered milk. The meat was leftover squirrel. It wasn't like the original but God if Remington wasn't happy to scarf it down.

"Good morning!" she said in greeting. "Tomorrow there's another run happening right?" She reached over to help Maisie cut up the roll and make it easier to eat.

"Yes. Need something from it? I'd mention it to Glenn." Remington shook her head. She had plenty at the moment and didn't want the man to risk himself for something that wasn't important.

"I actually have something I wanted to mention to you." Her voice had grown serious, lowering a bit, as she wanted this to be between the two of them. The last thing she needed was for Shane to agree, and then someone else wanting to tag along. To gain his trust she needed it to be just them until they found Morgan.

"Shoot."

"I had a friend," she said, mulling over her words before saying them. "They helped get my family out of the hotel before deciding they wanted to go look for their family instead of joining us." She internally winced at the lie, refusing to show that it was one on the outside, but felt awful at having to make up this story. She had done it all on her own, but if it saved Morgan and Duane she would push back her own uneasiness.

"What are you trying to get at?" Remington knew he had already made a guess. After all, why else would she be bringing anything up? "You want to go find them?"

"I know exactly where they went." Her words had edged onto desperation as she pleaded with him. "A town in King's County." She relayed the name knowing that it would hit a nerve with him. "I don't know if they managed to find their family or even a safe place, but I know this place is safe. They have supplies as well and would be beneficial for the group as a whole."

Shane, however, looked doubtful. She could read it in his expressions.

"I don't know if that's a good course of action, Remington," he said stubbornly. "You've got your kids here, and what if something were to happen to you out there? Could you do that to them?"

Remington flinched at the question. She should have expected it, really, she should have but hadn't been prepared to be slapped with the reality of her actions.

What if something happened to her while she was out there?

As far as she knew King's County was a few hours away, not a long journey by car, but it would be unsafe. She had even been willing to use the gas she had managed to scavenge because the life of a little boy and his father was worth more than a little bit of gas. She knew without going to find them that boy would die for sure, and the guilt at the knowledge, of knowing it was a certain fate, tugged harshly at her values. She would never be able to sleep soundly if she did nothing.

It was why she had even agreed to come to this group.

The guilt that she would have felt would have eaten her alive.

"Carol said she would watch them for the day," Remington said, stubbornly refusing to think about the negatives as she pushed forward. "They would be safe." The first time the camp was hit by Walkers didn't happen until after Rick came back. The camp would be safe until then, and Remington didn't plan on being gone overnight. If they left now, first light having happened not too long ago, they would be back that afternoon. "There's a kid. I couldn't live with the thought of something happening because I didn't try."

"What if they aren't there anymore and moved on?" Shane was frowning, his lips tightening, as he took in what she was saying. "It would have been a waste of gas and time."

"Lori told me that town is where she's from." This had been true. Three days into being here they finally sat down and spoke with one another. Landon and Carl had begun to hang out more frequently, and Remington hadn't wanted to alienate the woman, not if her kid was friendly with hers. That and Remington found she liked Carl, having already suspected she would, but the kid was funny and kind. Remington also knew this would be a low blow for the man. She may not like his attachment to the woman, but it would work in her favor right now.

"So?"

"So, there were a few things she had to leave behind. I know she would never ask to go get them, but it would mean a lot to her." Remington pressed on, mentioning how the address Lori had told her of her old home, was right next door to the one her 'fake' friend had given her. It was a lie, obviously, but Remington had to find a way to make it worth letting Shane take her and go with himself. She had used the conversation for her own gain, and the strange knowledge she had pulled from Lori under the pretense of reminiscing about the past.

"I don't know." She could tell he was almost where she wanted him. The urge to be able to do something for Lori was a promising offer, but she still needed something to drive it home. Remington wondered if he would want to look for Rick, but figured he truly believed the man was dead. Shaking it from her thoughts Remington pressed on.

"The woman who helped me was a nurse." It was another lie she would add to her sins. Except for the weight of this lie wouldn't lay as heavily on her shoulders as leaving that little boy to die would.

She watched as the change in his expression shifted from being unsure, and against it, to firmly on her side. The promise of a nurse, not as beneficial as a doctor, but would have the knowledge they desperately needed couldn't be pushed to the side so easily.

"Your certain?"

"Yes," she said, hoping he would take her word for it and not ask the children. They wouldn't know anything about the woman and her supposed child. She couldn't ask them to lie for her either. They would, but they were just children, and Remington didn't want them involved.

Shane sighed as he leaned back in the white plastic chair, he sat in. His eyes closed before he stood from his seat and motioned for her to follow him. Remington turned toward Maisie and Landon.

"I want the two of you to stay where I can see you," she said. "I'm going to talk with Officer Walsh." Landon nodded obediently as Maisie began to cry that she wanted to come along as well. After assuring her nothing fun was going to happen and that she could talk with Shane later, the woman quickly moved to follow the man. Pixel walked obediently at her side as Nala stayed behind with the kids.

"If I were to agree to this then we'll need to plan. We won't head out today. I want to be properly prepared. I don't like the idea of leaving camp at the same time as the run, but if what you're saying is true it can't be helped." He began to mutter to himself about manpower and how he would have to keep someone from leaving tomorrow. Remington perked up at this, not realizing that anyone was going with Glenn, who usually went on runs by himself. She had been assured that he preferred it this way, didn't like when he was forced to take people with him, but this was a bigger run, and the extra hands were needed.

Remington forced any thoughts that this might be when Rick would come in out of her mind. Nothing had seemed familiar, no facts leading her to believe that they were about to start the beginning of the series and that though they didn't happen often, runs as this did still happen. She decided to focus on her plan and find out later who all would be going if there was time. As long as Merle didn't go with then she would be safe. She promised herself to ask later.

Shane had pulled her over toward a map, spreading it out on the hood of her car, as he motioned to her where the town was. She admitted to never having been there before herself.

"You can't go alone," he said. "I'd prefer you didn't go at all, but you're the only one that can identify this person, and likely talk them into joining us." He seemed stressed as he mulled over his options. Remington, herself, didn't feel any wishes to go. The idea of being away from her children ate her alive, what if something were to happen, but there was no proof anything would happen while she was gone?

She couldn't safely stay behind every time, there would eventually come a time when she would be needed, and not wanting to be away from her children wasn't good enough. Many had to take that risk. It didn't help that Remington didn't have a lot of experience with the dead, and those she did left an awful taste in her mouth, and fear froze her on the inside. She needed to get past that. Couldn't leave it to potentially put herself, or others at risk later. She had to make the tough decisions, had to become stronger, otherwise, death was a very real reality.

That was not something she could allow.

"It'll just be you and me," Shane finally decided. "In and out. No unnecessary risks, and if I decide it's too risky, we leave. Regardless of what Lori would like or this nurse. Got it?"

Remington was quick to nod. She didn't mind those restrictions. She was fairly certain that as long as they were quiet and quick, they wouldn't run into anything too dangerous. In the show Rick had even managed to travel across town, only running into two Walkers, and that was something they easily could take care of on their own.

She was pulled into staying for another hour as he planned and made certain she understood everything. He drilled it into her head, and several times she had to remind him that she had been out there herself, that she understood everything.

"I won't do something that'll risk me not coming back to my kids."

Shane had stared at her long and hard after saying this. There were those that suspected Landon wasn't her's, the biggest hint being that he never called her mom, just ma'am, but hadn't come right out and asked her either. It hadn't mattered to Remington because she had claimed him as hers and knew that the story made him uncomfortable, so she wasn't willing to come right out and tell people either. Hell, she didn't even know everything that happened, just what that letter had been written about. If they believed he was hers, and that kept them from asking Landon, she would continue looking like a family for the boy cause god knew she believed him to be part of hers.

"Yah, sure." He let out another sigh, his eyes drifting to the sky where he looked for signs about the time, before grunting at how much had passed. "We'll move out before the others do in the early hours of the morning. I want to get back as early as possible in case something happens."

"I understand."

"Make sure those plans for your kids are rock solid." Remington nodded, taking that as her chance to leave, as she sought out Carol. The woman was folding some clothes that had just come off the line. She was soft-spoken, timid, completely different from what Remington knew of her future self, and wondered if she was successful in saving Sophia would Carol ever be that lady? It saddened her a bit, as Carol was a force to reckon with, but she didn't deserve to go through the death of a child, either. It worried her a bit, changing things, but accepted the responsibility on her shoulders to try her best to keep everyone alive.

Carol had happily agreed to watch over them tomorrow, and Remington had only eased with the thought that Ed was never around her during the day. He hated the idea of being pulled into what he considered a woman's work and steered clear of it. He shouldn't be around her children, and if he was, there were plenty around the camp that he wouldn't dare try anything.

Spotting Merle and Daryl, Remington was quick to make her way over toward them. They seemed to be packing things for a trip which caused her eyes to narrow. She had hoped to have them around while she was gone tomorrow. The only reason she hadn't asked them to watch over her kids was that she knew Daryl was uncomfortable around kids, and though Merle wouldn't say it, he was too. She wasn't certain they even knew how to properly watch after children. The only reason he hung around Maisie at all was the fact that she backed him into a corner every time. Remington was certain it was the same with Shane, though the man obviously was more comfortable with children, and even seemed to like them to a point.

"What yah want now, sweet cheeks?" Merle asked, engaging in conversation as Daryl stayed silent. He was shoving things in a light pack.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, her eyes gazing curiously at what Daryl was doing. She swore that if tomorrow was what she thought it was, she'd have to speed up her plans. The idea that tomorrow would be Rick's arrival caused her anxiety that she had never felt before. The countdown to saving Duane might have been completely lost. She wasn't entirely sure when he had died, just knew it was sometime after Rick left them. It also sped up her timeline on all the bad things happening. She didn't feel comfortable leaving her kids with the knowledge that a Walker attack was just a day away. She shoved it from her mind as she paid attention to Merle. Her eyes couldn't help but drift toward Daryl as he finished up.

"Naw, Darlena here is going off on his own," Merle said. "Hunting trip. Hoping ta catch ourselves something more than those measly squirrels. Could use a deer right about now."

"He's going off on his own?" It wasn't abnormal for this to happen, but Remington was constantly worried about her presence changing something for the worse. In her opinion, it wasn't safe to go on your own.

"He can take care of himself," Merle said as a grin etched across his face. "Why, yah worried bout him?" Remington could feel herself growing flustered as she began to scowl at the man. He had taken to hinting at the idea that she had formed a crush on his brother, something Remington was certain had not happened, as she was determined to let him know every time, he teased her. Normally, he never said something around Daryl, saving Remington from horror and embarrassment, but it would seem she had walked right into his trap.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Daryl freeze in his actions. She wondered if that was a blush she saw forming on his neck when he turned away from them. Remington was certain a blush of her own was forming as she focused her outrage on Merle.

"No!" she yelled, flustered, before backing up quickly. "I mean of course I'm worried, no one should go out on their own, it's just not safe." She didn't want to come off as an ass, and that yell came off bad. She cared about Daryl, just not in the way that his brother was insinuating. It was hard enough getting Daryl to speak to her, let alone having Merle ruin any form of ground she may have made with the younger Dixon. Something told her that if Daryl thought she was forming romantic feelings for him he would just avoid her more than he already did. That thought bummed her out.

"Sure, sure," Merle said. "He'll be fine. Give you and me time ta get ta know one another, huh." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing Remington to let off a sigh of defeat. This also wasn't abnormal, and she was almost certain he didn't actually mean it. At least he never tried to do anything with her outside of his teasing words. "Find those kiddos a babysitter and ole' Merle will rock your world."

"Somehow I'll get by without that experience," she said, knowing it would have the effect she wanted. Immediately the man deflated, acting as if she had hurt him, before perking back up. He was dramatic, she found. Oddly enough this wasn't very surprising. "Men who refer to themselves in the third person don't really do much for me." She cut off his next sentence, knowing it would be another pass, and preferred to move past this part of their dance.

"Ah, I get yah, prefer the silent type don't yah. It's fine, I'm not the Dixon you're lusting after." It would seem Merle was feeling more onery than normal, and when Remington caught sight of how glassy his eyes were, she realized why. She wasn't sure how she had missed that. He was high. He normally didn't tease her like this, knowing it would only drive the woman away, and for a reason, she hadn't caught onto yet, he seemed to enjoy having her around. She wasn't sure if it was because she was eye candy like he called her often enough, or if it was for another reason entirely.

This pissed Remington off more than his words did. She found herself irritated by the teasing, sure, it was embarrassing, but knowing he was high when it could lead to his death, or someone else, ticked her off. Maisie normally spent as much time as she could around the man before he chased her off, and Remington did not want that around her children.

"Shut the fuck up Merle," she hissed, the red in her face hard to distinguish from anger or embarrassment. "Why do you gotta be such an ass, huh?" She took a step closer to him, her finger jutting out to dig into his chest. "Are you high?" The smile on Merle's face slipped away, a scowl forming, as he made a move to swipe her finger off him.

"What's it ta yah?" His hands came up to shove her back. Remington blinked in surprise at the action, having never been treated this way by him before. The flinch that came from her was purely based on impulse and it had her taking several more steps away from him, as her flight instincts kicked in. Her brain screamed danger, even as she tried reminding herself that this was just Merle, temperamental, but not the man that flooded her mind. His image was wavering in front of her. Her pulse was racing, her heart feeling as if it would beat out of her chest, as she held up her hand against her chest, her other rubbing at her wrist. She could feel the jitters begin to take over as another rush of emotion swelled inside of her.

Daryl had taken a step forward, moving between the two as soon as it happened, but Merle hadn't tried anything else. His eyes were unfocused, but his actions seemed to have caught up with him as he wavered a bit on his feet. He eyed the woman that had become friends of sorts with his brother, having never seen her act this way before, skittish, and scared.

All teasing evaporated from the air.

Remington couldn't stop herself from shaking, her body reacting to the memories that flooded her, as she took another step back. She quickly masked her face, not wanting to show more than she already had, and twisted it to one of anger.

"Your such an ass," she spits, not able to turn around fast enough. Her boot caught on rocks, sliding out from under her, and she found herself yanking away from Daryl when he caught her arm and helped right her. All wishes to warn him of her leaving tomorrow rushed from her thoughts as all she could focus on was getting away. She needed somewhere quiet, needed time to calm herself, and remove the memories from her mind.

Behind her, she could hear Merle trying to say something, but it was lost on her as she beelined toward the RV.

She had wanted to talk to him about tomorrow, to make sure he wasn't going with, but couldn't find it in herself to do that now.

Her feet slid out from underneath her several more times as she darted for the edge of the woods. She waved at Dale, who motioned for her to slow down, a silent promise that she wouldn't go far.

Upon finding the perfect tree, it was deep enough that no one else would see as she pulled herself together but close enough that she could barely hear the bustling of the camp.

She slid down the trunk of the tree, her butt hitting the grass, and dirt, and ignored the way the dew from the morning clung to her shorts. Leaning forward she allowed her forehead to rest against her knees. Her breathing was slowing as she tried to center herself as quickly as possible. Much like before the end of the world as she knew it, Remington didn't have much time to pull herself together. She had always been busy, or Maisie needed her, that any panic attack was taken care of efficiently, and as fast as possible. She just hadn't had one on this scale in a while. Granted she hadn't been triggered in such a way before.

Slowly her breathing evened out.

Her fingernails, which had been digging uncomfortably into the palm of her hand, began to ease up in their assault.

Remington had forgotten how volatile Merle was supposed to be. She had gotten comfortable around him. He hardly ever was high or on something around them. She wasn't sure if he just did it in privacy or if he hadn't had any on him at the time. It was a wake-up call for her, to be more careful, to not get complacent, and especially not get comfortable just because of her emotions. She didn't want to be afraid of Merle, had come to like his company, but she knew she would find it hard to forget this.

She cursed her past. Cursed what had caused her to react this way, and why it would be hard to not feel uncomfortable around Merle after this. She would avoid him for the rest of the day. Knew that it would be for the best. She just needed some time and refused to be around him while he was high anyway.

Picking herself from the ground Remington knew her time was up. She wouldn't allow herself to wallow in past memories any longer or allow herself to drown in fear like she once did.

Remington was stronger than her past self.

She just had to remind herself of that.

She would warn Merle in the morning before she left, and make sure he wasn't planning on going on the run.

I couldn't have Merle change leaps and bounds immediately. Remington had gotten too close, forgetting who he was, and Merle unfortunately still has a way to go before he's the man she knows he can be.

Don't hate on him too bad! Redemption is a rough road to go down.

Also he's such an ass to point those things out in front of Daryl isn't he? How embarrassing. I would have died and melted into a puddle.

Also! Maisie and Landon are so cute! I love writing out scenes, especially ones between her and Merle.