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I couldn't believe I was walking next to my ex-boyfriend. We were walking in the yard towards the fences. My brain was working hard on a sentence, but hardly nothing left my mouth. What do you say to a person you hadn't seen in a year, who you had loved? On the other hand Jess didn't say anything either.

"So you found safety in this prison? It's pretty far away from home." Jess said next to me, while he was looking at everything around us. It seemed like he didn't trust anything.

Home … ha. To be honest, I had no idea where I was. Atlanta was month ago and maybe now miles far away. Home … a place not existent anymore. "I found a group. Rick, Daryl and others. Somehow we ended up here." I stopped walking, already feeling exhausted. Walking still was straining.

"And what happened to you?" Now his blue eyes were all for me.

I had pushed aside the time with Phillip, the torture and pain. I had packed it away, far away in my oblivious memory. "Your governor had some fun." Jess gasped. "He killed my friends and tried to kill all of the people here."

He grabbed me by the shoulders. "What did he do to you?" He grabbed my bandaged hand. "Does it still hurt?" He examined my hand and pulled my long sleeve sweater up. The scars were still brightly visible. "Ella … did he really …?"

"I honestly don't want to talk about it."

"This governor guy seemed weird the first day I met him." He looked down to my hand and then up again. "You do not want to tell me why your face looks like the smashed potatoes of your granny?"

He laughed and my lips escaped a low laugh too. "I avoid mirrors. But thanks."

"All jokes aside …" Jess started, but I pulled my hand back.

"It's nothing. It's almost healed." I smiled the trouble away.

"And you still do that." He smiled too. "You know, all the time I was out there, I hoped I would see this smile again."

"Jess …"

"Don't 'Jess' me." He rolled his eyes." The first thing I thought about when I heard about the outbreak was you." I hadn't anything to say to that so I remained silent. "I bet the first thing you did was get into your Jeep and drive to Atlanta." Like I had thought before, he knew me quite well.

"Yeah, I did. But I didn't find my cousin. But I found these people." I looked back to the prison buildings. And somewhere there was one person I cared for the most. "They not only gave me shelter and safety, but a reason to live again." Damn it, that was too much information. As if this thought wasn't bad enough I suddenly felt weird. My stomach felt like turning.

"A reason to live again? Ella, what had really happened to you?" We had been together for so many years, had been friends and lovers. Sure he knew me, there had been times he had known me better than I knew myself. "Where is the smiling girl? The funny little geek?"

"A lot had happened …"

"Tell me about it." He interrupted me. "Dead walking, eating the living … Ella not smiling."

"Yeah, some things do change." I took a deep breath. Carol had said the same thing. When I had woken up in the prison for the first time. She had talked about my smile, about me smiling to her and Sophia.

"Seems like it … do you still hear …"

"No." I interrupted him. I had told him … I had trusted him with that secret. "The day I had felt safe here, it stopped." The uncomfortable feeling in my stomach grew slightly bigger.

"You see any good in that?"

"What?"

"Your there-is-always-something-good attitude." He winked at me. "So what good thing go you see in that?"

"I never forgave you …" I looked at the walkers behind the fence. The whole time we had talked, the world around us seemed mute. Now the groaning and snarling was back again. When I turned to Jess, his smile was gone. "But now I forgive you." I smiled. "The world we had lived in is gone. So is everything else. Let's be friends." I stretched out my hand. He had always been my friend. Even I had broken up to get some alone time, he had been there. It had been all weird and chaos.

"I never meant to hurt you." And I believed him. Jess took my hand. "So at least I got one friend in here. This one-hand-guy freaks me out." Was he talking of Merle? The moment I started laughing my stomach wasn't happy and showed me my last meal. "Oh shoot Ella. You okay?"

Suddenly sweat ran across my forehead. "I ate something wrong." Fuck, no no … this didn't feel good at all. My heart sank to my feet.

…

I could avoid Jess telling anyone about my little hurling yesterday. I had went straight to the tower and had taken watch with Sasha. When I had gotten to bed I even had avoided to bump into someone. So now that I got up, I felt better. The last days I had regained strength. I just had needed food and water, well at least that was my conclusion. Every other reason for throwing up was out of my system. Still I thought about going out to find a pregnancy test. Could I ask Merle to go out with me? I didn't know why, but this freakin' bastard had helped me the last days, he might help me finding a pharmacy too. I sighed … none of my plans ever worked out. I touched my head with my injured hand. I was really lucky I could still use my hand, no real damage had been done.

I still thought I was looking like a walker with my hand still bandaged and the bruises and cuts were still visible on my skin, but with clothes on it was just fine. Trying to forget what had happened wasn't easy when you were reminded of it every damn day. Since I had woken up, I always had the knife – which Daryl had given to me in the beginning – with me. I was always prepared. A small gun was in the back pocket of my jeans. I didn't leave anything to chance no more.

Looking down on my jeans, I looked at my feet. Walking wasn't quite easy. No one should see or know that walking was as hard as climbing a mountain with one arm. But today I felt pretty good … didn't feel that good in days. My stomach felt fine, plus I had slept pretty well. Even though knowing Jess slept in the cell block next to ours. Jess … he was real close to the kids he had been with in Woodbury. He was something like a teacher in kindergarten. The kids trusted him, looked up to him. It was good they had such a good person to look after them.

My eyes wandered over the yard and stopped to observe Rick in the fields. He was a farmer now. A weird picture, knowing he had been a cop, our leader. And knowing what he had done. But we all adjusted in a world like this. "Morning Ella!" Carl passed me.

"Hey Carl." I followed him slowly. "What are you up to?"

"Looking for Violet!" I slowed down a bit, as if he knew I wasn't the fastest these days.

"So you got a girlfriend now?" I joked, knowing he gave every pet we owned now a name.

"Haha, very funny." We were almost down in the field. "Daryl out yet?"

"Yeah, he went hunting very early. Didn't even hear them leave." Glenn had told me Daryl was out hunting and had taken Merle with him. Glenn had talked about it as if Merle was Daryl's dog.

"Funny, cause you sleep in the same cell." Now he was the one joking. I wished we were sharing the same bed, but everybody had his own cell. Most of the people here knew we were pretty close. It was nice having a friend who was close … something like a boyfriend.

"Haha." I imitated him. "You're farming today?"

"Jup." He nodded.

I stopped walking. "Have fun!" My left leg felt like I had been walking for hours. But the burning feeling told me I was alive. Nothing else counted right now.

He went on. "Thanks!" Carl sighed and walked to his father who awaited him at the pig stable. I watched them a while talking without being able to overhear their conversation. Behind them I saw people working at the fences again. Every day, almost every damn minute someone was at the fences, cleaning them from zombies or stabilizing it. They were our only chance to survive. I felt a prickling inside my body. I wanted to protect this place too. Thoughts began to build up in my mind. We needed real walls, not just fences. Walls made out of stones, out of bricks or whatever was more resistant to these dead creatures.

I looked over to Carol who stood in the cooking area. She was like a mother, well at least her food was as good as a mother's. I went over to get something to eat. A few people were sitting around. I didn't know anyone except Doctor S. No one ever told me his real name. When I passed him he looked up. "Morning! How are you feeling Ella?"

"I'm good." I hope he wasn't just asking because he was a doctor. "How are you?"

He laughed at me. "No one ever asks." He stated. "I'm fine!" He was still laughing to himself.

I walked over to Carol. "Morning!"

She smiled back at me. "Hey Ella. You want some porridge?" I didn't really have a choice here. She handed me a bowl and I sat down at a table, looking into the yard. Suddenly Daryl approached. I thought he was hunting. He walked straight to Carol, while all the people around were greeting him.

He wasn't that kind of person liking admiration and he wasn't used to these people either. So he ignored them all and just looked at Carol. "Smells good!"

"So you know, I liked you first." She joked. "Well not the first first …" She looked over to me and I almost swallowed my porridge. Now Daryl saw me too, but didn't come over. In the very back of my head I was afraid he knew something about Jess. We hadn't talked about it yet … did we have to?

He looked at the vegetables and fruits behind Carol. "Rick brought a lot of people …" It was nice how he cared about everyone.

"Not recently, but there are a lot strangers who need to be fed." Carol answered.

"I was out in the morning. Brought back a huge deer. It was almost as if it was waiting for me." That's why he was already back. I thought I wouldn't see him for hours.

"Thanks Mr. Dixon Sir." I heard a guy behind me. I turned a bit and saw Patrick who was acting all shy and looked to the ground while talking. "Thank you for bringing back the deer."

Daryl was surprised. He didn't really talk to the new people, kept a distance to those he didn't know. An act of self-protection. At least he gave the boy a small smile. Then he looked at me and finally came over. Sitting down next to me. "Ya're up early."

"I was getting lonely in the cell."

"There are a lot of comics." He started. "I can get some for you if you want."

"I'm fine." He knew I didn't like him mentioning I was still a wreck who should rest. The pills still dazed my senses, but I would never tell him. At least I didn't feel like throwing up no more.

When he was about to talk back, Carol took his arm. "I need to show you something."

He stood up and followed her, but not without looking back at me. "We are not done talking." His blues eyes teased me and I stuck out my tongue.

I was curious what Carol might show him and when I finished my bowl, I walked after them. "It's manageable, but unless we get ahead of it, not for long." I heard the end of Carol's sentence. I followed their glance to the fence.

"I can help." I told them and Daryl turned to me.

"You are resting today!" He told me.

"Didn't see that on my schedule."

"We have people divided in groups to do the job." Carol told me. She was on Daryl's side. I looked at her but she held up her hands and went back to the cooking area. She always was on Daryl's side. That sucked.

I rolled my eyes. The two of them were quite a team. "So what can I do?"

"Read a comic, take a stroll in the yard … Ya can go to story time." Daryl laughed. He knew I sometimes visited Carol's story time to listen. I curled up in the end of the room, hidden from the kid's eyes. I liked to listen to Carol's voice. "Or you can …" He went on, but was interrupted by Zack.

"Daryl, you ready?" He nodded towards me. "Hey Ella."

"Ready for what?" I asked while Daryl was already following Zack to the cars. Since I didn't get an answer – which I already know was going on a run – I walked after them. They were walking pretty fast.

Daryl went to the car and Zack leaned over to me. "This time I will find out." He smiled. "What do you say to a ranger?"

"Maybe. You'll find out someday." I should really talk to Daryl. Not only to find out about Daryl's past, but to tell him about Jess.

I joined Zack on his way to the cars where Sasha and her brother were packing another car. Beth walked towards us and winked at Zack. He looked after her and followed her calling her name.

"It's like a damn romance novel." Daryl said suddenly beside me. I turned to him, but he was already off to help Sasha. I really needed to talk to him.

"Hi Ella." Tyreese said to me and I smiled. He had been the one helping Daryl and Rick enter Woodbury. I liked him and his sister was funny in her own ways.

"Hey Tyreese." I stopped while Daryl talked to his sister. "So you are up and about to leave?"

"Yeah. You wanna come too?"

"I would love to, but …" Daryl gave me the look. "I need to read some more comics." Tyreese looked a little confused, but nodded and put his backpack in the trunk.

I walked over to Daryl. "Read more comics?" He teased me. It felt good, the way he looked at me, the way he talked … it all felt good. Still I needed to tell him about Jess.

"When you're back, I need to tell you something." Ouch, that sounded more like a "We need to talk"-kinda thing. "Just some infos …" Was I making it worse?

A whistle was heard and I turned to the gate. Suddenly Rick and Carl were running to the gate to open it. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Michonne coming towards the gate ridding on a horse. When she entered, they closed the gate and greeted her. I was so happy to see her alive. I had been anxious something might have happen to her without having the possibility to talk to her, to apologize. So I stood there, frozen in place, watching the scene. She handed Carl something what looked like comics. I hadn't talked to her since we had split. Was she mad? Was she happy I was still alive?

When I was about to walk over, the engines of the cars started. I turned to see Daryl on his motorcycle. He drove to me. "Hop on!" He reached for me and without thinking I took his hand. He helped me to sit behind him. The machine vibrated under my body. I hadn't sit on a motorcycle since the accident. I felt good but at the same time I was shivering. We drove to Michonne, Rick and Carl, two cars following us.

When we arrived at their feet Daryl stopped his machine. "Well, well, look who 's back." I was silent behind him, my hands still around his torso. I had missed to ride the motorcycle. How could I so easily sit on one?

Michonne looked at me. "Didn't find him." It hurt.

Daryl nodded. "Glad to see you in one piece."

"I'm thinking of looking over near Macon." She retorted. Rick wasn't happy about her words, he looked to the ground, while her face was all stone. I was about to protest, I wanted her to stay … I had to talk to her and if she left again to search Phillip, I wanted to join her. But right now I wasn't able to. No one said a word and Michonne seemed to stick to her plan. "It's worth a shot."

"Seventy miles of walkers. You might run into a few un-neighborly types. Is it?" I said lowly behind Daryl, growing smaller in the spot.

"I'm going check out the Big Spot. The one I was talking about? Just seeing." He said to Rick.

"Yeah. I gotta go out and check the snares. I don't want to lose whatever we catch to the walkers." Rick didn't even think about to join Daryl.

"I'll go." Michonne said.

"You just got here." I still tried to hide behind Daryl.

She looked at me, hesitated to speak again. "And I'll be back." Was she mad at me? She went to the car and entered. Rick and Carl took the horse and went to the stable.

Daryl turned slightly and took my arm. "End of the line." He pulled me off the bike. I couldn't go with them and I accepted it. But it hurt to see Michonne arriving after such a long time I hadn't seen her and not be able to talk to her. Daryl knew my pain. "Give it a shot when we're back." His hand was still on my arm and he pulled me to him to give me a kiss. "See you later." He breathed and led the way out of the prison.

I turned away, to not see Michonne in the car. I went into the prison, knowing there would be a story telling soon. On my way to the cell block, Merle stood in my way. "Come on bad ass …"

But I interrupted him. "Not now." It weren't mean words, I was upset. I hadn't been so unhappy in weeks. I had felt fear, angst and pain beyond imagination, but I had never been upset. Merle didn't argue, I felt his eyes in my back when I passed him. When I went through the tunnels, a man passed me. I had seen him just once and didn't remember his name. I stopped, but he went on looking pale and coughing. I had heard a guy coughing yesterday, maybe they caught a cold.

Feeling like curdling up, I went into what we called the library and took my place at the end of the room. Carol already knew my spot. She smiled at me and searched the shelves for a book. I started to read the book I had hidden under the bookshelf next to me. After a while kid after kid arrived to sit down around her. Patrick sat down on a small chair too. He loved the stories more than the lecture. He really was an innocent boy.

When Carol started reading I stored my book under the shelf again. "The children fastened their eyes upon their bit of candle and watched it melt slowly and pitilessly away. Saw the half inch of wick stand alone at last. Saw the feeble flame rise and fall, climb the thin tower of smoke, linger at its top a moment, and then …"

I often fell asleep while she was reading. But when the last grownup was gone, the real story telling began. So when it were just Carol and the kids, Carol put away her book.

"Ma'am, should I take watch now?" A small boy asked.

"Yeah, you do that." Carol retorted, already fishing weapons out of a trunk. The boy went for the door. "Today we are talking about knives and how they could save your life."

This is getting more interesting. I sat up and watched Carol showing the kids some knives. Carol could have been an instructor in the army. She was really good in explaining things. Still I liked the story telling more. It was a moment of escaping harsh reality and swim in a pool of old memories and childhood.

"I'm not feeling well, can I leave?" Patrick suddenly said. I was afraid he would go and tell others, but from my spot I could see he was tensed. He was all sweaty. Since when didn't he like the lecture?

"Sometimes you have to fight through it!" Carol said dryly. She really was Colonel Carol. I smiled into myself. She gave him a real lecture. He seemed too afraid to use weapons so Colonel Carol dismissed him. She went on about how to hold a knife. I watched Patrick getting up. He looked pale, like the guy before. Maybe he was getting ill too.

When my eyes followed him out of the room, I suddenly saw Carl behind some bookshelves. Carol saw him too and immediately stopped talking. I held my breath. "Please don't tell your father." Carl ran for the door. Carol immediately looked my direction and I nodded. I stood up and followed him. One of the girls was so startled by my appearance, she let out a scream. The kids looked at me confused, they had never seen me in the library before. And thereby my hidden spot was no longer hidden. Or maybe it was my looks that scared them.

I wasn't fast enough and couldn't see Carl anywhere. I went into the yard, to the fences, but Carl was nowhere to be seen. Maybe up in the tower. On my way I met Jess with four kids. The children were fighting who could hold Jess' hand.

"Hey Ella." He smiled. "How are you?"

"Morning Ella!" One of the girls greeted me. The other kids looked rather shy.

"Morning sweety!" I was glad there was this word, because I couldn't remember her name at all. I turned to Jess again. "I'm better." Trying to avoid the topic I asked him about Carl. "Did you see Carl?"

"No. But I saw him earlier with Patrick." He already knew the names. "Maybe we can grab something to bite together later?! I really want to know more about this place and people." The kids started to pull at his arms.

"To make friends, you should eat with them!" I needed to talk to Daryl, before people would start talking. Behind Jess I saw Merle walking towards us. "You wanna start with your favorite?" I laughed.

Jess turned to see Merle. "The kids shouldn't hear so much cursing. See you later."

He walked on with the kids while I approached Merle. "Hey man, did you see Carl?"

"Do I look like some damn watchdog?" He looked Jess' direction. "Who the hell is that guy?" Jess had been right, Merle was all curses and rants. "What about ya blast from the past?" It wasn't quite a question.

"Mind your own business." I snapped. "I really need to find Carl." Behind Merle was the hog house. Maybe Carl was with Violette.

"Ya snappin' at me again?!" He said angrily.

"I am just trying to find Carl." And any conversation about Jess. I walked over to the pig house. Merle didn't follow me. Maybe I had been to mean. Merle had no one except Daryl and me … I would talk to him later. When I walked around the small pig shag Carl was sitting next to it, his back resting on the small pig stable. I sat down beside him hoping this thing wouldn't break.

"Hey kiddo." I tried.

"You knew about it?" He wasn't looking at me. Suddenly I felt like the kid here.

"Yeah kinda. I was just there to listen to the stories."

"Yeah right …"

I sighed. "Look Carl. Carol just wants this children to know how to defend themselves. Some of them asked for advice, others were traumatized." I thought back about the first attack I had experienced. It had been in the garage, when I had ran for my jeep to escape. "If the fences go down, if someone inside may die at night …" If something like the governor would happen again. "Carol just wants them to be prepared."

He didn't say a word. We were just sitting next to each other. Suddenly Violette tried to push herself through the wooden fence. Carl giggled like a kid. I smiled about the fact there was still a boy in him. "Your girlfriend is missing you."

"Says the one looking for Daryl all over the place."

"Hey … I am older than you. Show some respect." I laughed.

We stood up and he stroked the little pig. She made a weird sound. "Is she always doing this?" I asked him. He had spent quite some time with his father down here. I reached out to stroke the nose of this little creature. When I touched it I realized we were going to eat this pig. My mood dropped.

"Nope. Sounded like a sneeze or a cough." Carl looked at my bandaged hand.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked carefully.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

"No … not really. Just when I try to hold things. But it is getting better day by day."

He smiled at me, but didn't look happy. We spent some time at the pig house and talked about the animals and plants. Time flew by while we talked like back then. We eventually went back to the prison to grab some food. When we reached the door to our cell block, I saw the cars and Daryl's motorcycle back in their spot. But no sign of Daryl. Carl opened the door. "I'll join you in a bit." I told him and walked closer to the cars.

When I walked around the first car I bumped into Tyreese who looked depressed. "Hey, you're back. Where is Daryl?"

"He is telling Beth that Zack didn't come back … he was … a helicopter … and … he is dead." He didn't look at me.

"Zack is dead?!" I said more to myself than to him. Tyreese just nodded and walked on mumbling something I didn't understand. He looked more upset than I would have thought. I didn't know he knew the kid that much.

"How are you feeling, suicide bunny?" Michonne approached me from my right. She didn't look happy to see me.

"Hey …" I said shyly. "I'm fine."

"Fine my ass." She retorted dryly.

I had a guilty conscience cubed. But suddenly she pulled me with one arm into her. "You are more of a stubborn than I am." Still she sounded mad.

"I'm sorry I left you alone on the road … I just had to …" I stumbled. It all seemed so far away.

"You wanted revenge. I had been in a similar position." She looked over to our friends and friends-to-be from Woodbury who were sitting at the kitchen stand. "I have heard you and the governor had to settle an outstanding score."

"Yeah … wasn't a good-revenge-battle at all."

"Shit happens." She smiled, her voice was as dry as her humor. "We're safe for now."

"Until this bastard will appear on our doorstep again." Hate and rage filled my voice.

She turned to me. "Stop it. Now we are safe. Maybe he is already dead." She was softer than before … before Andrea's death.

"I need proof of that." When it came to Phillip I wasn't myself.

"He has nothing left and we have the walls." She let out a sigh. "We won."

"Do you really think so?" I asked her. "You have been looking for him …"

"I found nothing. Not a single proof that he is alive."

We looked into each other's eyes. "I've missed you."

"I had to go. I …" She started apologizing.

I interrupted her. She didn't need to apologize. ""I know."

"I am looking for Carl. I have something for him. You wanna join?"

"I am looking for Daryl." Michonne's smile was so huge, I actually saw her teeth.

"He's inside." She told me, still wearing a wide grin.

"So is Carl." We walked inside together. While Michonne stopped in the kitchen to sit down next to Carl, I walked on.

I found Daryl in his Cell. He was sitting on his bed cleaning his crossbow. He and Zack had been something like friends. They had their little game and had went on runs together. "How are you?" He looked up a bit startled.

"I'm tired of losing people …"

I slowly went inside his cell, leaning on the wall opposite of him. "What happened?" Tyreese hadn't been pretty loquacious.

Daryl sighed. "How was ya'r day?" He put away the crossbow and leaned back, now half lying on his bed.

So he didn't want to talk about it and I didn't want to push him. "I read a book." His sad and tired eyes looked at me. I wanted him to feel better. Not really knowing if I did the right thing, I said on his bed next to him. He put an arm around me and I rested my head on his chest. This wasn't the moment to tell him I knew Jess.

"What book?"

"Atlas Shrugged."

"What's that about?"

I gave him a brief summary of Ayn Rand's novel. And we both fell silent at the end. Daryl pulled me closer to him. I enjoyed the physical closeness. "I do not want to be afraid of being alive." I whispered.

"Don't be." His words were comforting but his voice mirrored sorrow. I looked up to him. His arm was still around my shoulder. "I'll always keep ya safe." I shifted so I was lying on my stomach facing Daryl. I couldn't tell if he was smiling or not, his expression unreadable.

The craving I had felt before grew stronger inside me. I moved closer to his face while he cupped my face with both of his hands and pulled me closer. Crushing my lips on his, a warm feeling spread inside my body. Opening my mouth, his tongue wildly made its way. He kissed me with such force, seeming as hungry for the other just like myself. My hand moved through his thick hair, while his hand was on my back now, pulling me into him. We parted and I was breathing heavily, being out of air. No words needed to be spoken when we looked into each other's eyes.

"Hey Daryl, can I …" Rick appeared in the door and looked at us with big eyes. He quickly turned away. I sat up ad turned my back to Daryl who sat up too. "I'll come back later." And Rick went off.

Before I could say something, Daryl stood up, taking my hand. He pulled me along, but when we entered the common room, he let go off my hand, even there was no one here, and walked on. I followed him curiously. He went to the tunnels until we stopped at the electric room. He looked around and turned right. He said no word but took my hand again. It was dark in here. I almost couldn't see Daryl in front of me. After he opened another door, we stopped moving. He closed the door and I looked around the small room. It was the small library again. So there were two ways to get here.

I turned to him, not knowing what might happen. Daryl pressed his fore head against mine, our noses slightly touched. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my lips. The fire in my bones returned and I kissed him. I had wondered if something like this would ever happen, but now it did. I took off his vest and looked at his dark shirt. A bit reluctantly he took it off himself. I looked at his abs. He had a well-toned body hidden behind his dirty clothes. He didn't like my stare. He took my chin into with his right hand to force me to look into his eyes. We kissed again, more heatedly. He wanted to take it off my shirt, but I stopped him. A questioning look met me, his soft eyes told me it was okay. He kissed me passionately, than my neck and slowly took off my shirt. He knew my weak point and didn't look at my body. He kissed my collar bone softly. I almost didn't feel his kiss on my scarred skin.

I had thought I would be afraid. But here I stood making out with Daryl Dixon. I smiled into his lips. I wasn't scared when he touched my body, no flashbacks of bad memories. He took me into his arms and carried me to the table and sat me down. I wanted nothing more than that. I opened his trousers. But he stopped my hand. "Are ya sure?!" He breathed, not looking at me.

"Never been more sure." I kissed him and he undressed me. I wasn't afraid, all I wanted was him.

Michonne is finally back again, so our little duo is back together. Daryl and Ella making out the first time ... i didnt know if they were ready, but since it is getting complicated, i gave it a shot.
Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it :o)