* please review and yeah, it's Jillian again. I love her! *

Jillian started a fire in the fire pit and they cooked up some hamburgers. Everyone ate and talked quietly together and to her, everyone but one. Daryl sat back behind the group, watching her carefully. He didn't want anyone to know he was looking at her but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She had always had that power over him, right from the moment he meant her.

6 years ago:

He walked into the diner with a few guys he worked with. He won't really consider them his friends, since he preferred to be alone, but they were a good group of guys and he was tired of sitting at home with his brother. They sat in the back of the diner and he looked over the menu, knowing he'd get the same thing he got everywhere he went. A hamburger and fries was his stable food. He didn't like trying new things.

" Well, if it isn't my favorite group of guys." Her voice brought his eyes slowly up.

His eyes traveled down her before he could stop them. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white tee-shirt with the name Sam's on her left breast. Sam's was the name of the diner. She had her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her dark blue eyes were sparkling. She stood only 5 foot 1 inch and he guessed she weight about 115-120. She was tiny with a slender built. She was tapping her pen against the side of her small pad.

" Jillian, this is our buddy, Daryl Dixon. First time here so go easy on him." Scott said. Her smile was pretty and made her whole face light up.

" Alright, Smiley." Jillian said. She tapped her chin with the pen and looked at Daryl while she pretended to be thinking.

" Jillian is our favorite girl here. She has even gave all of us nicknames." Nick said. " She calls me Donut cuz I love donuts so much."

" She calls me Smiley cause she likes my smile." Scott said. Jillian laughed.

" I call him Smiley because he smiles like he doesn't know what's going on." She said. The other guys started laughing and nudging Scott who held his hands up.

" Hey! I have a nice smile!" He protested.

" I call him Pretty Boy because he is always messing with his hair and asking me how it looks." Jillian said as she pointed to the guy sitting by Daryl. " And I call him Soccer Mom," She pointed to the guy of the other side of Daryl, " because his wife makes him drive his kids everywhere like he's the bitch of the group." Soccer Mom shook his head and crossed his arms over the table.

" She does not." He said quietly even though everyone knew it was true. His wife was the biggest bitch they had known.

" Now, you are going to be easy to nick name." Jillian said.

" Whys that?" Daryl asked. She smiled again.

" Because of your name. I'm gonna call you Double D." She said.

She called him Double D from that night on.

Present Day:

After dinner everyone turned in. The group was tired and ready for a good night's sleep. Daryl was laying on the bed, his hands behind his head. He sighed as he stared at the ceiling. The whole world went to shit and he just had to find her again. That was his luck. Apart of him he refused to knowledge was glad he found her, glad she was alive and well. He kicked the covers off and decided to go for a walk to clear his mind.

He got up and put on his shoes. He grabbed his flashlight and turned it on. He had been in bed for about two hours he figured and he just couldn't sleep. He crossed his room and opened his door. He stepped into the hall way. He noticed the door to a room open and walked carefully over to it. He hadn't really explored the house. He pushed the door open a little more and shone his flash light in.

Jillian was laying on the bed with the blankets pushed down past to her knees. He sighed and put his hand in his hair. Her window was open and the room was chilly. He walked over and silently closed the window. He'd cover her up without her knowing it. He faced her and started towards her bed. As soon as he got closer to her, his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing his old jersey from when he played backyard football.

He hadn't wanted to play but the guys at work talked him into it. She had also said she thought it would hot to see him tackling guys to the ground and that was the extra push he needed to do it. When they broke up, he quit the team and wanted to burn the jersey but she told him she had lost it. He was even angrier at her for losing it, he felt like it was just another slap in his face. But here she was, sleeping in his jersey with the name, D. Dixon on the back of it. He was so caught in what he was seeing that he didn't realize how close he had come to bed. He tripped and fell into bed, dropping his flash light on her head then landing across her, his front coming down against her back. Jillian yelped and jumped, turning onto her back.

" Double D?" Her voice was soft and confused. She brought her hand to head. She seemed to come out of her confusion as he struggle to stand up. " What the hell are you doing, Dixon?" She snapped as she snatched the blankets up and covered herself.

" Nothing. I heard a noise." Daryl stuttered quickly as he stood up straight.

" So you decided to hit me in the head with your flashlight and get in bed with me?" She asked as she rubbed her head. Daryl scuffed.

" You wished I'd get in bed with you and don't fucking call me Double D." Daryl snapped. He turned on his heel and quickly walked away. " Bitch." He said as he reached her door.

" Bastard." She called out as he shut the door. He could feel the heat in his face and that pissed him off more.

" Stupid, cheating bitch." He muttered to himself before he stalked away. He ran his hand through hair and turned around again. He stormed back to her room and threw open her door, making her jump again. " I want my fucking jersey back!" He snapped. " Now!" Jillian tilted her head then slowly smiled.

She slipped out of her bed and walked to the center of her room. She grabbed the hem of the jersey and slowly started pulling it up. The moonlight that was coming through the window bounced off her pale skin. He tighten his hold on the door knob as the jersey came up farther. She pulled it off her head, leaving her standing in a pair of tight fitting, black panties and nothing else. The panties looked like a short pair of shorts. She held the jersey out to him, it was dangling on the end of her finger.

" Come and get it." She said. He didn't move for few minutes, his eyes taking in her almost completely naked form. He felt himself get instantly hard. She let the jersey start to swing slightly. Daryl shook his head and stalked forward. He snatched the jersey from her and turned his back to her. He left her room as fast as he could without running, slamming the door behind him.