Rising up from the bed, he looks around … the gear is packed neatly and sitting on the floor. The nightstand has been moved as he gets up; he pulls his pants on and reaches for his shirt. He pulls the gun from his pillow and points it at the door as she enters with her gun on him. They smile at one another as he puts the gun down and pulls his shirt on.

She walks over and picks up a bag from the floor; she unloads several things from her pockets into the bag as she picks another up. "There's a fake wall in the kitchen that covers a pantry. I'm going to see what we can use."

"I'll come to. Where's the herd?"

"It passed by last night while you were asleep. I kept an eye on them; three tried to invade but I knifed them before I was noticed," she replies. "Your shoes are still by the couch."

"Thanks." He pulls the gun out and slides into the band of his pants. "Is mine still behind the table?"

"Yea, holster's in the drawer."

They walk into the hall as he pulls the gun from behind the table and the holster from the drawer. He straps it to his waist and pulls the other gun loose and slides it into her pocket. "I'll teach you how to use it after we get on the road."

"I like yours," she replies.

"Well now," he smiles and arches his eyebrows.

"I like both of yours." She wiggles her eyebrows at him.

"Am I going to have to take you back to bed?" he asks.

"Promises promises," she chides him, turning to face him.

He leans over and kisses her then walks past her on the stairs. "You are too much for me." He walks into the living room and sits on the couch, pulling his shoes on. He sits there for a moment, then runs his hand over his leg. "Beth, who patched me up?"

"I did, why?"

"How did you get the bullet out of my leg?"

"Fingers, tweezers and prayers," she replies from the kitchen.

Tying his shoes, he gets up and walks in there, watching her scavenge around. "Who taught you how to do that?"

"My daddy."

"I should have known." He walks up behind her and slides his arms around her waist. She stands up and leans into him. "We weren't careful."

"I am tired of being careful, we don't have the luxury of being careful in this day and time. If we don't take life by the handles, then we will lose out on some wonderful things."

"Like what?"

"Us. Judith."

"I guess this means we're going to have to keep an eye out for tests then."

"Or we can let nature takes it course." She turns and snakes her arms around him. "Stop analyzing things, I am not going anywhere and there is no one I want to be with more than you. I am not ever going to leave your side unless death takes us."

The sheer amount of honesty and passion in her words and voice knocks the wind out of him for a moment. He tightens his grip around her waist as he kisses her passionately. "Finish packing, we need to get on the road."

"I do love you."

He leans over and kisses her a second time. "And I do love you too." He playfully smacks her bottom as he heads into the other room.

Shaking her head, she finishes gathering the supplies and shuts the pantry. She stands up and turns … he staring at her. "What's wrong?"

He moves closer to her as she presses the panel. He pushes them both into the pantry. "There's someone or something outside." The panel covers them both as they stay pressed together.

Muffled voices are heard in the other room. "Dad!" Carl's voice calls out. "Beth!" Maggie calls out. "Their gear is gone!" a new voice calls out. "They've already left, they may be on their way to the sanctuary," Michonne says. "Why didn't we see them on the road?" "They may not have a car, they may be in the woods," Daryl adds. "Let's get going, maybe we can find them before nightfall."

They listen to them leave as cars crank and pull away. He pushes the panel to free them as they step out from their seclusion.

"Why didn't you tell them we were still here?" she asks.

"No point," he says. "They're not going to be willing to help us find Judith. All they want is to get to safety, to stick their heads in the sand."

"So, how long do we search for her?" Beth asks as they head upstairs.

"As long as it takes," he says and turns to face her. "Deal?"

She steps closer and seals the deal with a passionate kiss on his mouth. "I only ask that you let me help. I can take care of myself … Daryl and I got separated."

He pulls her into his arms. "That's a deal." He leans over and kisses her. "I can't stop kissing you."

"I don't want you to stop."

"That's a definite deal."