I realize I never posted a disclaimer, so I'll start this chapter with one, so I don't get sued. o-o

I DO NOT OWN The WALKING DEAD! All rights go to the producers. Elizabeth, however, I do own. She was one of my first OC's.

Elizabeth sat cross-legged on the ground near the RV. Her eyes were glued on Daryl Dixion, who was several feet away skinning the deer. She didn't dare venture closer than a few feet. The memory of earlier's field-dressing incident was still fresh in her mind. Occasionaly Daryl's blue eyes would raise up and meet Elizabeth's, whose eyes would fall to the ground as she gained a sudden intense intrest in her shoes.

"Why you starin' at me Girlie?" Daryl asked around the 4th time their eyes had met. Elizabeth looked back up from her shoe, an innocent look on her face.

"What do you mean? I was just looking at my shoe." She looked back down, tracing a thin piece on the sole of her shoe with her finger. "Oh, and like I said, call me Elizabeth."

"Tch." Daryl stood up holding the deer pelt. He walked passed her, hanging the pelt on the line he'd hung earlier. The scent hit her like a ton of bricks, and she was up and turning the corner of the RV in a second. "Where a runnin' to Girlie?" He called out to her.

"Away from the stench of deer." She continued walking down the side of the RV.

"You can't tell me you trust her 100%, Rick." Elizabeth frooze, listening closer. She looked around until her eyes caught the window above her head on the RV. She didn't recognize the voice that was speaking, but she did remember who Rick was.

"What exactly was I suppost to do? Point a gun at head and chase her away? Man, she's pregnant! What kind of person would do that?" Rick's voice seemed irritated. There was a long pause, and Elizabeth almost walked away, thinking their conversation was over. However, before she could move Rick's voice boomed louder. "You are not the leader of this group. If I see you even so much as touch that girl I /will/ lay down the law."

Elizabeth heard shuffling in the RV before she heard the screen door sumped a bit before turning around to find Daryl standing there behind her. She jumped back, falling on her bottom. A small "oof" escaped her lips. "Oh Daryl, you scared me.." She whispered.

The dark-haired man reached down and drug her up to her feet. "Don't you go worrin' 'bout him. Shane won't touch you if Rick's got somethin' to say 'bout it."

/Ah.. So it was Shane who was talking just now../ Elizabeth sighed and started off in the opposite direction, walking across the field. She heard Daryl's steps behind her.

"Where you goin'?" Daryl asked. Elizabeth turned around, smiling. "Just taking a walk. I can still smell the stench of that deer." she turned back around and started back towards the field. Once turned around the smile that had rested on her lips vanished.

/Perhaps it wasn't a great idea to follow Daryl back here after all../

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Elizabeth opened her eyes, her eyes searching the dim light around her. She felt groggy,and couldn't remember where she was. While her eyes were trying to adjust to the darkness she heard a rustling of fabric.

/A walker..?/ She whipped her hand to her side, sitting up as she searched for her hunting knife. Though before her hand could grab the cold steel of the blade she could feel burning hot hands on her throat. She brought her hands up, clawing at the thick fingrs that were trying to squeeze the life out of her.

She lifted her hazel eyes up into the darknes, only to see a smirking Shane above her. His eyes holding the same coldness they did when she'd met him for the first time.

"Stop!" She cried, jerking upwards from her nightmare. She cringed as the harsh afternoon light hit her large hazel eyes. She was sitting underneath a large oak tree, a fields length away from Hershels home. Her back slumped back against the tree she'd previously been leaning on.

"Girlie?" A familiar voice called out from across the field. He was half-sprinting through the shin-high wheat growing. Elizabeth raised her hand, waving a bit to let him know she was fine.

/He must've heard me call out../ Elizabeth though. Daryl's pace didn't slow when she revealed her location, instead he sped up. When he reached her she looked up. She was taken aback by the appearance of the man. The sun shined brightly behind him, which sent long beams of light in all directions from his masculine build. The light darkened his siloutte, the only thing that seemed clear were his stunning blue eyes. They seemed out-of-place on his dark frame. Like an angel's eyes placed on a demon.

/An angel..?/ Elizabeth's eyes widened. /I did pray, to God, for one last time I stumbled across a church../

"So this is where ya vanished to." He shifted from the light and sat beside her. "Been lookin' fer you a few minutes before I heard ya call out."

"Oh.. Sorry." Elizabth leaned back further, closing her eyes. "That sleepless night finally caught up to me." A moment of silence followed her words.

"Hey, check it out." She could feel his hand grasp her shoulder and a gentle shake of his hand. Elizabeth's eyes opened and followed his finger to a large pile of brush. Sitting on the pile of green leafs rested a white flower with large petals.

"Cherokee Rose?" She asked, looking at him. One of her eyebrows were raised, lookig curious. "I didn't think you were a flowers kind of guy."

"I ain't!" He cried defensively.

Before Elizabeth could give another smart ass reply the baby kicked. Hard. One of her hands rested on her belly where she felt the jab came from. "Oof."

Daryl looked down at her, his expression serious. "What's wrong? Is the baby.. Ya know?" Elizabeth shook her head quickly, making sure he didn't mistake a simple kick for her water breaking. She grabbed his hand, noticing him flinching a bit before she pulled it down on her stomach. At the new touch the baby nudged against Elizabeth's stomach a bit harder.

"Don't ya find that a lil' wierd?" He asked. Elizabeth shook her head.

"I like it.. It reminds me that I'm not just fighting for myself.." She smiled. After awhile Daryl pulled his hand away and got to his feet.

"I gotta get going. Firewood ain't gonna collect i'self."

"You need any help?"

"No." He walked into the forest, leaving Elizabeth behind. Her hazel eyes watched him until the silhouette of a man holding a crossbow disappeared into the large mystic woods.