"I told ya, I don't want ya comin' with us." Daryl said as he and Rebecca got ready to get a few hours of sleep.
"Daryl, you know I could help. I'm fast, I'm smart, and even if something does happen, I've got you watching my back." She reminded him. "I don't understand why you don't want me to come with you. I mean, I should have gone on the first run." She reminded him.
"You're not going because it ain't safe. You need to stay here and watch the camp. Shane's been a loaded gun the past little bit, and I don't trust him to keep an eye on the camp. Need ya to stay and watch everything for me. Keep these chuckleheads in line." He said, trying to convince her.
She sighed, running a hand through her dirty hair. "Alright. Alright, fine. I'll stay. But next time, I'm coming with you." She countered.
"We'll see." He said, pulling her over to their little pile of sleeping bags. "Now come get some sleep. Gotta be up in a few hours for watch. Like ta get at least a little sleep next to my woman." He grumbled.
Becca laughed quietly and rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay. Lay down ya big lug." She said, laying down beside him. She adjusted herself so that she was facing him and looked into his eyes. "Be careful tomorrow, okay? You and Merle are the only family I've got left in this god-forsaken world. I can't lose you." She said, kissing him gently. "I love you."
Daryl kissed her back, holding her close. "Me, too." He said quietly.
She curled into his chest, basking in his warmth as his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.
The next morning, Becca woke up to an empty tent. She sighed, then got up and quickly pulled on a pair of shorts, along with one of Daryl's sleeveless flannels. She unzipped the tent and walked out, squinting to see who all was at the camp. Upon seeing Daryl coming down from the RV, she jogged over and smiled. "Morning. I was hoping I would catch you guys before you left."
"Getting ready to head out. Just gotta get all our stuff together. Need somethin'?" he asked.
"Nah. Just wanted to see you off. Tell you bye."
"Oh. Well, just talked to Dale, and you're gonna help him out today. Keep watch and all that. He'll be busy keepin' an eye out for us." He explained.
"Alright. Sounds good."
"Daryl!" Rick called, signaling that it was time to leave.
"Be careful. Come back in one piece." Becca said, kissing him quickly, before he ran to join the group that was piling in the vehicle.
Becca joined Dale on top of the RV, watching as the group loaded into the car and drove away.
"He's a smart man. He'll bring everyone back, including Merle." He assured the girl. She looked at him with a small smile and nodded. She knew he would be back. She just hoped everyone else did, too.
A few hours passed, and Dale and Becca still stood on top of the RV, her keeping watch for Walkers while he kept an eye out for the men. They had been sitting in silence, exchanging the occasional sentence or two. Becca had always liked Dale, and had found the older man to be somewhat of a paternal presence.
She squinted her eyes and brought the binoculars up to help her see. Jim was over in the bushes digging holes. He must have been at it for quite a while, because he had dug several separate holes. "Hey, Dale, somethin's up with Jim." She informed, handing the binoculars over and pointing to the area Jim was.
Dale looked through the binoculars for a moment, before lowering them. "Oh, dear. I better get Shane. Can you stay up here on lookout?" He asked, handing the binoculars back to her and turning towards the ladder.
She nodded her agreement and walked back to the edge of the RV to watch the scene from afar. She saw Amy and Andrea come back out of the woods with tons of fish on a string. There was no doubt in her mind that they would have another good dinner. A small exchange happened before Dale approached them.
"Hey, Dale. When's the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a disgrace." Andrea asked. Her happy demeanor fell as she noticed that Dale didn't seem as happy as he usually was.
"I, uh, I don't want to alarm anyone, but we may have a bit of a problem." Dale said nervously. Shane came up to the group, and Dale pointed over to Jim who was still digging holes.
Becca watched as they approached the man, cautiously coming up behind him. Shane spoke to Jim in a tone that she couldn't quite hear, but she could tell but their body language that things were getting tense. She watched nervously as Shane tried to take the shovel away. Jim shoved Shane away and then threatened to hit him with it. Shane tackled Jim to the ground, which was followed by Jim yelling something about how Shane was gonna beat him like he did Ed. They ended up tying Jim to a tree, so he couldn't hurt himself or anyone else, and bringing him water.
Becca watched Andrea enter the RV, closely followed by Dale. Becca tried her best to ignore the muffled conversation going on inside the RV, choosing instead to keep a close eye on the camp. She sat with her legs crossed, her eyes scanning the group as they went about their tasks.