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She woke up to sunlight streaming in from the open door onto the deck of the guard tower and blinked, surprised. She was normally up at dawn, why hadn't Daryl woken her up?

She sat up, surprised to see white bandages peeking out from beneath the shoulder of her shirt, just above her collar bone. She sluggishly remembered the events of yesterday- she'd been shot. And they'd taken the bullet out of her. That explained why she was so tired and sore, anyways.

She tried to shrug her shoulder experimentally, letting out a sharp hiss of pain when he shoulder protested with a burning pain. She wouldn't be using that am much today.

"How're you feeling?"

She looked up, surprised, to see Daryl had been watching her from across the room.

She thought about lying and saying she was fine, but her shoulder really did hurt.

"Sore n' tired." she admitted.

Daryl nodded, grabbing a bowl of something. "Hungry?"

She hadn't eaten since yesterday, and even though her shoulder throbbed, the thought of food made her perk up. She nodded eagerly, gratefully taking the bowl of whatever it was when Daryl handed it to her.

"Starving." She ditched the plastic spoon, choosing to slurp the broth straight from the bowl loudly. Some of it dribbled down her chin, but she was, as usual, eating like a horse, and Daryl smiled. She was going to be alright.

She finished, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her uninjured side.

She stood, stretching, before she was headed for the stairs.

"Where do you think you're headed?" Daryl stepped in front of her, looking down at her with concern on his features.

Jamie looked surprised. "I was gonna go see Beth, catch up on what I missed..."

Daryl frowned. she'd been in rough shape yesterday, she was still looking pale this morning, and he was having a rough time letting her go. Maybe if she slept for a couple more hours...

"C'mon. It's no big deal, I'll be fine." Jamie said, looking impatient.

Daryl scowled. "You were shot. You can go downstairs for half an hour and shoot the shit- then you come back up here to rest."

Jamie rolled her eyes.

"Either you come back, or I go and get you. Understand?"

"Yeah, I get it." Jamie sighed. Daryl just had to pick now to get protective over her. "Can I go now?"

Daryl nodded, stepping to the side, and she smiled, heading downstairs.

There was someone she had to see.

Carol walked around the fence, smiling slightly. Three walkers- all with rough whittled, homemade arrows embedded in them. Jamie emerged from the guard tower, still looking a bit pale, but smiling as the morning sunshine kissed her skin.

Jamie stopped dead when she saw what Carol was looking at, but before she could turn to walk away, Carol nodded to her.

"You did the right thing, Jamie."

"I killed people." Jamie looked at the ground.

Yesterday, in the heat of the moment, with bullets flying and adrenaline flooding her veins, she hadn't had time to look at the men. But now, seeing them and the undead, she could make out every feature as they moaned and clawed the fence. It was unnerving.

"They deserved to die." Carol said simply.

"I always knew there was something special about you." she said quietly. "You know what it takes to survive." Carol had been leaning close to her, voice quiet, and she planted her lips on Jamie's forehead in a quick, affectionate peck.

Jamie simply stared, eyes wide, before she turned and briskly walked away.

It wasn't what Carol had said, but how she SAID it that'd scared Jamie. But she'd probably taken it the wrong way, she reassured herself. Daryl liked Carol, so she must be alright... Still, she kept walking a little faster than normal, looking over her shoulder to see Carol still scrutinizing the walkers at the fence.

Carl looked up as soon as he met her walking past the shed, looking relieved.

"Hey. Glad to see you. Sorry I wasn't there with you yesterday, but I couldn't take it, I was afraid you'd..." Carl trailed off, studying his shoes.

"It's fine. Besides, Daryl kicked everyone but Hershel and Maggie out of my room anyways. And I would've done the same thing, if it were you that was shot."

Carl nodded slightly, relieved. "I... I got you this." He opened his sweaty palm, revealing a blue pendant, about the size of a nickel, on a gold chain.

"It was my mothers." He said calmly. "Duck behind the shed- I'll put it on."

She obeyed quietly, hidden in the shade. Carl fumbled with the clasp for a moment before successfully getting it on. He beamed at her for a moment, and planted a peck on her cheek.

"I love you."

"I know." Jamie grinned, returning the peck.

"Listen, I know you just got shot yesterday, and if you aren't up to it..."

"I've missed talking to you. By my guard tower- tonight." She planted a quick peck on his cheek before leaving, mingling again with the people from Woodbury, before her absence could be noted.

"I'm gonna head up ta bed, alright, Dad?" Jamie spoke up from where she sat beside Daryl at the fire.

"You alright?" Daryl asked, slightly concerned. "Your shoulder hurtin?"

"Nah- just tired."

"I'll be up in an hour or so, 'Kay? Call if you need anything"

She nodded, before fading into the darkness.

Carl was sitting, back against the guard tower, legs out in front of him, and Jamie smiled.

"We got an hour." She sat in his lap, leaning her uninjured shoulder against his chest.

Carl wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head beneath his chin.

"You can see the stars tonight." He remarked, looking up.

Jamie nodded, casting a glance up. "Followed the stars a lot. Back when it was just Ryder and me- they were our compass." He rubbed her back instinctively.

"Your eyes are brighter." Carl reached over, brushing a chestnut lock from in front of her face and locking his blue-grey eyes with her vibrant green ones.

Carl looked uncomfortable for a moment before he spoke. "I... Look. I don't wanna get you pregnant. All clothes stay on. After what happened with my mom..."

Jamie nodded, looking slightly relieved.

"I know I don't kiss you much or giggle a ton or make faces and shit like girlfriends are supposed to do..."

"Yeah- well you're the only one I wanna love."

They locked eyes for a moment before his lips crashed into hers, fireworks of hot passion seeming to explode around them.

She was surprised to find herself moving forward, pushing back, mouth slightly open, excited. She swept her tongue across his lower lip and his eyes flew open, surprised.

A moment later he returned the favor, warm tongue gently exploring her mouth, and she let her eyes fall closed, content.

After 30 seconds or so,they pulled back, catching their breath, eyes never leaving one another.

"This is why I like you. None of the Woodbury girls could do THAT." He said, smiling. "Plus, you're a badass."

"I'm just getting started, Grimes." she smirked.

This time she moved forward, not that Carl minded. It was why he loved her- she wasn't afraid to take action.

"Carl and Jamie sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

One of the little Woodbury girls sang, skipping towards the fire. She'd see the two teenagers kissing on her way back from the bathroom.

"What?" Rick asked, looking at her, shocked. At first he'd taken the song to be a joke. Carl had said he was going to check on Judy, but he'd been gone for 20 minutes now, not to mention the fact Jamie wasn't at the fire.

Daryl was already on his feet, turning to look at Rick, who stood, as well.

"Where were they?" He asked quietly.

The little girl suddenly realized how serious everyone was, and dug the toe of her shoe into the cement. "By the guard tower."

As the two anxious parents approached, they heard laughter.

"I swear- your lips taste like sunshine." Carl leaned forward, there was the sound of lips touching...

"Carl!"

"Jamie!"

Both figured jumped apart, shocked. Carl looked over to see Rick and Daryl and swore quietly. This wasn't going to go over well.