Im so sorry in advance for any grammer errors or weird non spaces. For some reason, the program I use messes with some of the sentences, and I try to catch all, but might accidentally miss a few.

By Morning Light

She felt serene. As if the entire world ending had led up to this very moment. The soft glow of the early morning light seeped onto the top of the tent, the warmth leaking in and soaking her in its soft late summer heat. The comfort of herself pressed against another body was astounding, wrapped in apair of strong arms. She wiggled in closer, her leg hooking up and pressing him to her, her lips pressing against the soft,warm skin of his throat.

And out of reflex, she felt his body react to her, his hands pressed on her back pushing her shirt up gently, holding her closer to him. He too was slowly starting to wake.

She came to her senses the same moment he did.

"What the hell!" He growled, pushing her away, a little harder than he meant to, feeling a twinge of regret as she let out a hiss, bracing her hand against the ground to steady herself, and realizing that was the wounded hand.

"Jesus, asshole!" She growled, pulling her self up, without realizing her shirt had shifted up in her sleep, the right side rolled up and caught on the top of her dark purple bra.

Daryl averted his eyes, shoving himself up and shoving his feet into his shoes, not bothering to re-tie them as he stormed out, making his way to the fields to take a piss. "Get the hell out!" He yelled over his shoulder.

Who did she think she was? Sleeping in his fucking tent, rubbing against him like that.

When he finished pissing he stormed back to his tent, expecting the blonde to have left, on her way back to her own tent, but she still sat on the floor, her legs crossed infront of her self, her hand unwrapped to reveal the bright and angry red wound held shut by stitches on her hand. It was irritated with a small glean of puss and blood.

He leaned over, reaching into his bag looking for his jack and some bandages that he kept ready, just in case.

"Whens the last time you've changed that fuckin' thing?" He grumbled,finding what he was looking for and sitting down in front of her, grabbing at her hand as gently as he could.

"Well,I didn't mean to fall asleep. You should have woke me." Ellie snapped back, wincing as he dumped a cap full of Jack onto her hand. She snatched the bottle from next to him and took a giant swig. "Fuck that hurt!"

The hunter snorted at her, fumbling with the bandages as he tried to wrap up her wounds. It had been a long time since he had to do this for himself. The last person had been his brother, Merle. But Merle had been tripping on some sort of drug, so he hadn't been awake to really complain.

"Well, take care of it." He snipped, twisting thecap back onto his drink before turning around to snatch his cigs and lighter off his worn duffle bag.

Giving him a distasteful look, Ellie pulled her own boots back on. "Those things will kill you, ya know."

Daryl laughed, out right laughed, and it was the first time Ellie had heard it. It was rough and harsh, but made her want to make him laugh more.

"Didn't you know? We're dead already."

With that, Ellie made her way out of the tent, off towards her own. The early morning light was slowly eating the dew from the night before off the bright green grass.

"Hey girly, what are you doing up so early?" She was stopped right outside her tent, turning around to face none-other than Shane.

"Oh,I was just going to the bathroom." Ellie lied, smiling. In all honesty in her opinion there was something off about this man. The way he lurked around. The way he leered at the women. He gave off the air of a man who had once been womanizer, someone who was used togetting their way.

He smiled, placing his had onto the handle of his gun which was tucked safely into its holster. She recognized this as an intimidation tactic, and a string of fear shot through her body. "Long bathroom break. Haven't seen you since after lunch yesterday."

"Well,"Ellie said, "Not that it's any of your business, but I really had to go."

And then, in return, he laughed. "You got me there. Just was worried about you. Can't have anyone just wandering off." He then turned to walk past her, stepping a little closer than necessary. "Don't worry, I'll keep my eye on you. And Gertrude."

"Wow, thanks." Ellie mumbled, thankful when he accepted that response andmade his way towards the farmhouse. She needed to keep her eye on him.

The blonde leaned down, unzipping the tent and seeing her messy haired sister curled up upon her sleeping bag, sleeping peacefully. Doing her best not to wake her, she ruffled through her clothes, pulling out a light blue t-shirt, stating something about a 5K she had never been to, and her last pair of shorts. She wasn't planning on getting into any trouble today, just laying around and reading. She needed to rest her ankle, and wouldn't help anyone if she injured herself further.

Though, by mid afternoon she was ready to do a 5k. Her feet were twitching and she couldn't focus on the cheap novel that she had rammed into the bottom of her backpack. She had thoroughly organized all of her and Gertrude's items by necessity, refolded all the laundry, and lined all the items up along the tents far edge.

She braided, unbraided, and then rebraided her own hair, and tried yet again to read her book.

No such luck.

Shoving on her boots and tying them slowly, bracing her ankle, she made her way out of her tent, surveying the campsite around her.

Daryl had lead a small group to where he had found clues of Sophia, leaving only Glenn, Dale, T-dog, Carol, Lori, and the kids loitering around in the lazy late summer sun, and the Greene family inside in the shade.

Limping her way over to Lori and Carol, who were slowly getting ready to start on dinner. A dinner which consisted of different broths and vegetables, and the meat of a poor little pig who had been laid to rest earlier that morning. For a gallant reason, full stomachs.

Once she finally reached the picnic table, she flopped down as gracefully as possible, greeting the two older women.

God,she most be desperate, hanging out with the PTA mothers.

"So, how's Carl doing?" Ellie inquired, watching Lori poor the broth into a big black pot.

The older woman smiled lightly at her, but her weary eyes not showing any form of happiness. This new world was weighing on her, and from what she caught Dale whispering to Andrea about, she was quickly losing weight.

Carol was small and frail, her eyes always red from weeping.

Ellie declared to herself inwardly that she would never be a weak woman had no place in this new world.

"He's doing good. Almost all better. Hershel says that in a few days, he'll be able to take the stitches out."

The conversation continued on as they made light conversation. The weather, the kids, the pretty sunrise. But all avoiding the topic of the undead that were lurking out in the woods, past the sanctuary of the farm. It was easier to pretend that nothing was happening, Ellie knew, but you couldn't pretend forever.

"So,"Carol began slowly, dragging out each symbol like it would be herlast, "I saw you coming out Daryl's tent this morning."

Ellie's bright blue eyes flickered up faster than the speed of light. She caught Lori's eyes and the small smile on her face, and watched the woman raise an eyebrow before turning her own honey brown eyes to the other woman.

"And?" Ellie mumbled slowly, bracing felt as she did as a 12 year old, when her mother was about to give her the birds and the bees conversation.

"Well,Daryl, he's been through so much and he's trying so hard for the group-"

"Wait a second,, are you afraid that all 116 pound, five foot and three inches of me is going to hurt him?" Ellielaughed, "I'm half his size!" At this point, Lori was trying to conceal her own giggles, her palm pressed against her mouth and hereyes shining.

"Thats not what I meant!" Carol snapped, huffing as she shoved herself up."He is two kind and I can tell he has had to hard of a life to be lead of by a girl like you!" And then she stormed away.

All Ellie could do was stare at Lori with wide eyes and a mouth open to all the insects of the world. But Lori couldn't stop giggling, finally dropping her hand and reaching for Ellie's on the table. She gave it a quick squeeze and then let it go.

"You better watch out, Carol's got her eyes set." Lori giggled more.

"We didn't even do anything!" The blonde defended her self. "It was an accident! I didn't even mean to fall asleep!"

Lori opened her mouth to respond, but at that moment the sound of the cars slinging gravel over took the farm, and the to women stood up to meet them at the porch.