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

Jillian was sitting on top of him while he gripped her hips tightly. She had her hands on his chest as she rode him hard. Her eyes were closed and she was panting. He pushed his hips up, making her grasp loudly. She leaned down and outline his lips with her tongue. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked it hard, making him groan.

Daryl flipped them over quickly then, one hand on her neck and the other hand gripping the bed frame as he thrust into her quickly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her chest against his. Her nails ranking down his back. Jillian moaned his name, knowing it drove him crazy. He crushed his mouth against her, drinking down her cries. His breath was fast and hard as she shuddered around him.

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He grabbed the covers as he came. He groaned her name as he rode the orgasmic wave hard, a few curses slipping from his mouth. His back arched up off the mattress and his eyes flew opened. He panted as he laid back down. He looked around the strange room then covered his face with his hands. His heart was pounding in his chest, making him shake his head. He cursed loudly and threw the blankets off him. The front of his boxers were wet.

" You got to shitting me!" He said. " Fucking shit!" He stared back at the ceiling again.

He hadn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager. Sure, he had sex dreams but he had never actually got off from a dream before. He was pissed at himself. It was bad enough he had actually had one, but he had it about Jillian. He ran his hand through his hair and pulled it lightly. If that bitch hadn't undressed in front of him, hadn't been wearing his jersey, he won't had the dream. It was her fault.

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Jillian was standing in the basement with Andrea while they looked over the meat in one of the freezers. They were deciding what to pull out for dinner. Jillian like Andrea so far. The blond woman told her about her sister and Jillian felt for her. She had seen a few people get attacked and killed by the walkers and it had been a horrible sight. She couldn't begin to think what it would be like if it was someone she cared about that was attacked.

" So how do you know Daryl?" Andrea asked as she pulled out some pork chops. Jillian sighed and walked to another aisle. She started looking for something to cook with the pork chops.

" We dated for two years. We broke up about four years ago." She said.

" You're kidding me. You actually dated him? What did you see in him?" Daryl heard Andrea ask. He was standing on the stairs going into the basement. He wanted to find something for breakfast but stopped at the corner when he heard they talking.

" He was different then. Not so angry." Jillian said. Daryl leaned his back and head against the wall. She had made him the angry person he was. " I was attracted to him. He was a little stand offish when I meant him but I think he was a little shy." He wasn't shy normally. There was something about her what had made him nervous. He thought she was beautiful and had a hard time talking to her.

" That's hard to image." Andrea said as she leaned against the freezer. Jillian laughed.

" He actually treated me really well. We got along great, I just adored him. I mean I just fell in love with him." She said. Daryl closed his eyes. He had fallen in love with her, hard. In the darkest parts of him, he knew he still was.

" So why did you guys break up?" Andrea asked as Jillian gathered a few canned goods.

" Merle." Jillian said. Daryl's eyes snapped opened.

" That ain't true and you know it!" Daryl said as he came around the corner without thinking. " Merle didn't break us up, you lying bitch." Andrea had jumped at his voice. Jillian shook her head at him.

" Why are you listening in, you stupid Bastard?" She snapped.

" I was coming down the stairs and heard you talking! Don't fucking lie about my brother! It ain't right to lie about a dead man!" Daryl's voice was hard. Jillian's face paled then.

" Your brother is dead?" She asked softly. She knew how close they had always been.

" Yeah, that's right! He's dead so go ahead and talk shit about him!" Daryl snapped as he walked over to her.

" Double D, I'm sorry." She said.

" I told you to stop fucking calling me that! You got no right to call me that anymore!" Daryl's voice was getting louder as he stared her down. He was standing inches apart from her. " I don't want to hear your little lying mouth say that again!" He shouted. Without thinking Jillian put her hands on his chest.

" Calm down, Dixon." She said. Daryl pushed her away from him hard, making her stumble. All three of them were shocked. The color drained from both Daryl and Jillian's face. He had never put his hands on a woman ever and wasn't thinking. He was letting his emotions towards her get the best of him.

" Daryl!" Andrea said as she came forward. Jillian was holding her arms to her chest. Andrea slipped her arm around the smaller girl's shoulders. " Come on, Jillian. Let's go upstairs." The girls quickly walked past Daryl. Jillian cast a look to him, over her shoulder. Daryl had his back to them and had his hand covering his eyes. She looked ahead of her again as Andrea and Jillian walked up the stairs.

The rest of the day, Daryl decided to stay in the woods. He didn't want to see anyone and was mad. He knew he shouldn't have reacted like that to her but couldn't bring himself to say he was sorry. He kept seeing the look on her face, the shock and sadness that crept into her eyes. He caught a rabbit and butchered it in the woods. He made himself a fire and ate lunch and dinner out there. By the time he came back to the house, it was night fall. Rick had told him they were worried about him but Daryl blew him off. While everyone else was outside, sitting around the fire, Daryl went upstairs. He paced his room with his hands on his head.

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It was late when Jillian decided to go to bed. Rick had told everyone that he had seen Daryl but that he had went right to bed. She had been worried about him but knew he needed to be alone when he was mad. She had spend the day with Dale and Andrea. She talked to everyone in the group but really liked them the best.

Jillian walked slowly down the hallway, her flash light guiding her way. She had her head down and paused by his doorway. She listened in but couldn't hear anything. She shook her head and went to her room. Her room was across the hall and a few doors down from his. She went to push open her door but saw it was partially opened. She frowned and went in. She shone the flashlight around and didn't see anything out place. Jillian walked into the room and shut the door. She walked over to the bed and almost dropped her flash light. Sitting on the bed, folded neatly, was his jersey.

Her breath caught in her throat as she brought her hand to her mouth. The name, D. Dixon, was staring up at her. She set her flashlight down on the bed and picked it up slowly. She brought it to her face and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and could tell he had been wearing it. Daryl had a unique smell to him, a scent of woods, smoke, and some kind spice she had never been able to place. She always loved the way he smelled and had told him that over and over again when they were dating. She told him that his scent had a calming and comforting effect over her. She felt tears come to her eyes.