Daryl woke up to Beth tossing and turning. She was whimpering. He put his hand on her cheek. She was burning up.

"Jesus Beth!" He sat her up.

"I'm not okay Daryl." she whimpered.

"I know. You got a fever." He moved over and laid her down flat against the backseat.

"What's wrong?" Maggie turned around in the seat in front of them.

"She's burning up, fever. Where's that damn water bottle?!" Daryl rummaged through his bag and pulled out the bottle. "Can you sit up? You need to drink this." She struggled to sit up and he held the bottle to her lips. She took two big swallows.

"Better" she breathed.

"It was too soon to push her that hard." Daryl said angrily, more at himself than anyone else. Maggie and Glenn watched Daryl closely. There had been a huge shift in the dynamic of the relationship between Beth and Daryl ever since the shooting at Grady Hills. Maggie figured it had started even before that when the two of them had been alone for so long. She worried about her sister. Daryl was a lot older and unpredictable and still a bit of a mystery. Maggie considered him family but she'd never imagined him involved with her little sister. He seemed fiercely protective of Beth though. And this group was important to him.

"There's antibiotics and aspirin on the truck." Glenn said. Rick pulled over and Abraham followed. At some point Rick had taken the lead in the suburban. When they stopped Glenn jumped out to grab the meds and people started switching places. Carl came to the suburban and Sasha went to join Tyreese on the firetruck. Glenn handed Maggie a plastic bag full of medicine.

"Let's give her aspirin first." Maggie said. She handed Daryl the pills and he gave them to Beth with more water.

"Damn she's shivering now!" He rubbed her arms trying to heat her up. He grabbed the sleeping bags and tucked them around her.

"We good to go?" Rick called back.

"Yeah." Daryl said. "Ain't you supposed to sweat a fever out?" Daryl mumbled. Maggie overheard him.

"I've heard that." she said.

Daryl sat back and stretched out his legs. He lifted Beth up. "Come on girl. Come sit closer." He put Beth between his legs and piled the sleeping bags on top of both of them. She shivered and he heard her teeth chattering. He felt helpless. She had that power over him. What was he going to do to fix this? Illness was a threat because if it worsened and she died she'd change. She could just be worn out though. She'd been through a lot. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest. It wasn't going to get that far, he wouldn't let it. The engine motor was the only sound as they kept driving in the darkness of the night.

Daryl woke up covered in Beth and blankets and sweating. They were pulling over to the side of the road again.

"What's going on?" he asked. He shifted Beth.

"I'm not sure Abraham signaled for us to stop." Glenn said. He and Rick got out and walked back to the firetruck. Daryl watched the mist in the trees on the side of the road, always alert for danger. Beth moved against him.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Don't know. We stopped for a minute. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"It's hot." She kicked off the blankets. She looked around and realized she was on Daryl's lap and in his arms. She held her breath.

"Trying to sweat out that fever." he said quietly. He suddenly felt self conscious and fully aware of the fact that he hadn't asked her if she was okay with him holding her this way. He hadn't really had the chance. He dropped his hands from her arms. She reached down and pulled them back up around her. An unspoken agreement that this way okay with her. Rick and Glenn came walking back over to the suburban.

"Judith has a fever too. We need to find a place to lay low for a few days. We can't risk this." Rick said. Everyone agreed.

"There have been a few mailboxes along the road. Maybe there's a house we can use." Michonne said.

"Possibly. It's a long shot." Rick said.

"Everything is a long shot." she said glancing at him from under the braids that fell across her face. Rick put the car into gear.

"Ok. Fine. Carl you see it, you call it." Rick said. Carl sat up and started scanning the road.

"Make sure it's big." Daryl said.

"With a fence." Maggie added.

"And a garden." Noah said. Everyone looked at him. "What? I miss fresh vegetables." he said. Carl watched the mailboxes pass by. It was getting lighter. Trees lined a drive up ahead.

"There. Try that one." he said. Rick turned on to the dirt road. It wound through a large amount of trees. Once they were finally able to see what was waiting they found a huge old farm house. It was newer than Maggie and Beth's had been, but not by much. A couple of the front windows were broken out and the front door was open. There was a huge shop off to the right of the house. It was all shut up with chains and pad locks. They stopped between the shop and house. The others pulled in behind them.

"Let's check it out. Carefully." Rick said. He and Michonne got out with their weapons in their hands.

Daryl moved Beth off of him. "What are you doing?" she mumbled. He opened the back of the suburban and climbed out. He reached in and grabbed his crossbow.

"Making sure it's safe." he said. She sat up and looked around watching him walk away from the car. The others in the firetruck were already checking out the house. "Carl stay with her ok?" Daryl called over his shoulder. Carl nodded and looked at Beth. She rolled her eyes. He just shrugged his shoulders. She needed to feel better so she could pull her own weight. The groups did a sweep of the house and surrounding areas. There were no walkers in or around the house. The shop had walkers inside. They could hear them. That must have been why it was chained up and pad locked. Carol got out of the firetruck and carried Judith over to the back of the suburban where Beth and Carl sat waiting and watching.

"Hey Beth how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Kind of worthless right now." Beth said looking at her cast. "Is she sick?" Beth asked looking at Judith. "I heard them talking." Carol laid the baby in the back of the car.

"She has a fever and she's extra fussy. It could just be teething. That's what I'm hoping." Carol said. Beth touched Judith's head and smiled at her.

"Something is wrong! They're running back from the shop!" Carl's voice was filled with fear. From their places in the suburban they saw the group that had been checking that area headed their way, fast. Carol handed Carl the baby.

"I'm gonna start the truck! Beth get this thing started!" Beth climbed out of the back of the suburban and into the driver's seat. Carl was already in the backseat with Judith. Beth was dizzy and shaky but she managed to start the car. She watched the others fight their way through a crowd of walkers. They must have broken through the locks on the shop. Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne were in the middle of them. She heard yelling from her other side and saw Sasha and Tyreese climb onto the firetruck. Carol started backing the fire truck up. Beth didn't take the suburban out of park. Rick made it to the car.

"Get us moving Beth!" he yelled sliding into the passenger seat.

"Where's Daryl?" Beth screamed. Michonne jumped into the back followed by Maggie and Glenn.

"He's side of the shop!" Michonne said breathlessly. The firetruck was in front of them already headed down the drive. Beth switched gears and stepped on the gas. She passed the shop watching closely as she drove. Daryl rounded the corner and she slammed on the breaks. He climbed in the back and slammed the door.

"Go!" he yelled. Knowing he was there and safe she took off. It was dusty and the dirt road was bumpy, but she glanced in the mirror and found his eyes. He nodded slightly. Behind them a huge horde struggled along trying to follow the lights and noise from the vehicles, but they were faster and soon they were back on the road, the house far behind. They'd been driving for at least 20 minutes. The shop had not been completely secured and when the walkers caught their scent it had been chaos. Michonne had a gash in her arm from a broken board. Maggie was patching it up. Rick voiced his concern over it a couple of times.

"I'm fine Rick." she said.

"I just don't want an infection." he said. The two shared a look in the awkward silence. Daryl leaned over the front seat.

"Pull over." he said to Beth.

"We need to keep driving, keep moving." Rick said.

"Then you fucking drive! Pull over now Beth!" Daryl said again. He was angry. Rick looked at him like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Beth did what he told her too. Rick got out and moved to the driver's seat and Daryl climbed in the passenger's seat next to Beth. He took her shaking hands in his and now that he was here next to her, she broke down. She leaned against him and sobbed. "Hey it's okay." he mumbled. All the anger from seconds ago gone. She looked up at him and slammed her fists weakly into his chest.

"I thought you were.. I thought I lost you." she cried. He took his head in her hands and looked into her eyes.

"It hurts don't it?" he said gently, but with a hint of anguish behind his words. Beth made the connection immediately.

"I'm gonna be sick." she said. Daryl opened the passenger door and Beth leaned across his lap and threw up. He rubbed her back and when she sat up he pulled a water bottle from his pack. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "We're even now Daryl Dixon." He chuckled and pulled her ponytail. They both suddenly noticed the silence in the vehicle and the fact that they weren't moving.

"Why the hell ain't we driving Grimes? I thought you wanted to keep moving?" Beth glanced at Daryl. His face was red. She fingered her cast. They'd heard everything. Rick, Glenn, Maggie, Michonne and Carl. If they hadn't already figured out something was going on between her and Daryl, they knew now Beth thought. She wasn't really sure she knew herself exactly what that was, but if loving someone was supposed hurt like hell sometimes then she must be in love.