Sweat covered almost every inch of Jenna's body as she lifted herself into her thirtieth push-up. When her arms finally felt like they could do no more, she let out a sigh and rolled over on her back to look up at the sky. A week had passed and James had finally been let out of the barn. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and closed her eyes as the breeze cooled her off. When she couldn't feel the warmth the sun on her face anymore, she opened her eyes again. Daryl was standing over her, his face in its usual contorted state.

"What're you doin'?" he grumbled.

"Pretty sure I'm layin' on the ground" Jenna mumbled in reply, "Could be wrong though."

"Well, get up, smart ass. Your brother's causin' a ruckus."

Jenna sat up quickly, squinting up at Daryl as if trying to see if there was a hint of a lie in his eyes. But, with someone like him, it was difficult to read his constantly pissed looking face. Daryl held his hand out to help her up and she took it. Fighting the urge to keep a hold of him, she moved her hand from his and moved her hair behind her ear.

"What's he doin' now?" she asked with a sigh.

Daryl didn't say anything, but gestured for her to follow him to the barn. She rolled her eyes and went with him knowing that she wouldn't like what he had to show her. James hadn't taken kindly to the group treating them like criminals without any real warrant, and he had made it clear over the last couple of days. Jenna was bothered when she noticed that Daryl was doing his best to keep a distance between him and her. Every time she tried to keep the same pace as him, he either sped up or slowed down. Ever since he made the comment that no one in the group took his word into account, she tried her best to understand that he was pretty introverted and that it would take time for him to warm up to her. But, not even wanting to walk next to her was just plain silly in her eyes. When she started the process of trying to think of a way to talk to him about it, she could already hear her brother's bitching.

"I don't see why I can't just walk around the damned farm without someone treatin' me like a kid who needs a chaperone."

Rick was just standing stoically like a shrink just taking in his patient's never-ending, meaningless issues. Not wanting to make more of a scene than James already had, Jenna just walked quickly over to him and grabbed him by the elbow to pull him aside.

"I thought I told you not to give them a reason to kick us out, Jimmy" she whispered through gritted teeth.

"I ain't gonna be treated like a child by a buncha people I don't even fucking know." He replied angrily.

"Obviously, these people have been through alotta shit. Just like us."

"Don't try to tell me that they've been through close to what we have, Jen."

"Oh get off it, Jim." Jenna sighed with a glance over at the now staring crowd, "Stop acting like our sob story is any more tragic than theirs."

The sound of cracking pulled her attention down to his hands which were balled into fists. His knuckles were white and she could hear him breathing through gritted teeth. Jenna bit down on her bottom lip gently and brought her eyes back to meet his. They were different even though they looked the same as before. His deep blue irises now held a sort of malevolent spirit; it was like something out of a cliché scary movie. She seemed to see the anger pulsating through the usually beautiful muscle. It was evident to her that he was close to exploding with anger, but her feet seemed rooted to the ground, afraid that if she moved even an inch, he would strike her. Then there was the sound of a gun hammer clicking.

"I think it's time you go back to the barn" Daryl grumbled, holding his gun to the back of James's head. Jenna pursed her lips when Daryl signaled for her to move toward him. She walked away from James—his eyes following her—and went to stand behind Daryl. Rick hurried over and grabbed James by the elbow and pulled him back toward the barn. Once they were out of sight, the camp went on functioning as if nothing had even happened. The sad truth about the world in that moment was that it was all too common for someone to lose their head. Daryl looked Jenna over as if he was looking for something to comment on, but he didn't see what he was looking for and turned to walk away from her.

After a moment of trying to take in exactly what had happened, Jenna decided to test Daryl's patience. She walked over to where he was skinning his most recent squirrel kill and stood opposite from him. He glanced up for a second to see who was trying to disturb him and rolled them when he saw it was her.

"What d'ya want?" There was an impatience in his tone that strangely made her smile a little.

"You didn't have to do what you did back there."

"I know."

"So," she said coyly, "Why'd you do it?"

"I know when a man is ready to hit someone" he grumbled in reply, "You ain't on my list of desirables, but a man should never hit a woman."

Jenna was sure that this was the most anyone had ever attempted to get to know Daryl. His gruff demeanor was just a shield; something to keep from people getting too close. In the world they were living in, caring about someone seemed futile. To let themselves get close to people meant leaving them vulnerable to the pain of loss when the people they cared for died. Death was a certain thing in those times. If not by the roamers, then the hundreds of other nomad survivors who only cared about them and their own. Though Daryl's behavior was typical for someone in an environment such as that, she knew that he had been this way long before the breakout. People like him were fascinating to Jenna. They were broken, and she lived for fixing broken things. She moved her hand to rest it on his. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt his course yet soft skin under her touch. This was short lived as Daryl quickly retracted his hand from under hers.

He didn't say anything to her about the awkward position they were in, but the look in his cold eyes was enough to cue that he didn't want her there. She pursed her lips and nodded a little.

"I see the way you look at me, Daryl."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She just smiled a little and moved her hair behind her ear. Deciding that this particular conversation was better left for another time, she walked past him, rubbing his arm gently as she passed by.