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Daryl was pacing the floor in their bedroom. His hands in clutched in tight fists. Merle had just called him and told he was Jillian in the car with another guy and they had been having sex. Daryl stupid, he should have seen that coming but she never gave off any sighs that she was cheating on him. He looked at their dresser and picked up a picture she had framed. It was of them. Daryl was sitting on the bed of his truck and she was sitting in between his legs. His arms were around her shoulders. Her head was tilted up to him and they were kissing.

Daryl felt his breath start to shake as he looked at it. He yelled and spun around, flinging the picture and frame at the wall behind their bed. He turned back around and swiped his arm across the top of the dresser, sending all the pictures she had sitting there to the floor. He ripped opened the drawers and started yanking out his clothes. For 15 months they had been living together. When he could, he'd take her to work and pick her up. He visit her at the diner during her shifts, he went to have dinner at her parents house once a week, they told each other they loved each other all the time and he had even started looking at engagement rings.

He threw his clothes into his bags then went out to the truck, tossing the bags inside. He went back into the apartment and started packing up his stuff. He had the truck almost packed up when she walked into the apartment. He didn't see it at the time, had noticed it until much later, but she was crying and her hair was a mess. As soon as he saw her, he started yelling.

" What the fuck is wrong with you! I gave you everything I could!" He yelled.

" What are you doing? What are you talking about it?" She was crying.

" Merle saw you in the car with that guy! He saw you fucking him! How could you do that to me!" She covered her face and started to sob loudly. " Was it good, Jillian? Did he get you off as hard as I do? Have you even gotten off with me or have you been faking it?" She dropped her hands and came to him then.

" I was raped!" She cried as she reached for him. Daryl whipped away from her.

" Don't! Don't fucking touch me! That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard! You get caught cheating and you're actually gonna say you were raped! That's bullshit!" He yelled in her face.

" Double D, Please! I need help!" She sobbed.

" You need help alright! How could you tell a man you love him all this time then fuck someone else? Where did you meet him? How long has it been going on? Does he know about me? I should find him and beat his ass!" Daryl yelled as he started pacing.

" Please, Double D! I need to go to the hospital! I need to call the police! Please, listen to me! I was raped!" She continued to sob.

" I ain't doing shit for you! I hope you're happy with him! Fuck you!" He snapped before he left the apartment. He heard her fall to floor and start to scream but he ignored her and left.

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Daryl woke with a jump. He was panting in his sleep. He hadn't dreamed about the day in a long time. He brought his hand over his face then rested both hands on his head. That had been one of the worst days of his life. He never saw her again until coming to the house. He dropped his stuff at Merle's, quit his job without an explanation, and took for to the woods for three weeks. He had Merle call her when he got back, looking for his jersey and that was when she told him she had lost it.

He took a deep breath and willed his heart to slow down. Four years later and the memory of the day still affected him, still upset him. He covered his eyes with his hands and sighed. Today they were going to town and he needed a clear head. He got up and started getting ready for the day. When he started putting the toothpaste on his toothbrush, he noticed his hands were shaking.

Everyone said goodbye to them. Hugs were handed out to everyone but Daryl. He didn't like hugs so he shook a few hands. He went to his truck and leaned against it while Andrea and Jillian, Rick and Lori finished up their goodbyes. Andrea and Jillian had formed a sisterhood. Andrea was crying because she was scared. Jillian was hugging her, promising she'd be back. Daryl wanted Jillian in the truck with him, he didn't trust the cops to keep her safe but the memory of their break up was fresh in his mind thanks to the dream so he didn't ask her. Instead he drove behind them, alone in his truck.

The town they were going to was the town Jillian and Daryl had lived in so they knew their way around. Rick and Shane snuck into the police station, while Daryl and Jillian went into a clothing store. They knew every one's sizes and where going to get new clothes for the group. Daryl thought he had checked everywhere in the store, thought it was empty, but he learned quickly he was wrong.

Jillian was at the back of the store while he was at the middle. He was watching the doors to make sure no walkers walked in while she was filling the bags. When she was done with one bag, she'd tie it up then toss it to him. They had almost ten bags filled with shoes and clothes and were making good time until Jillian was grabbed by a walker.

" Dixon!" She screamed as the walker caught her and knocked her over.

Daryl took off towards the sound of the struggle. Jillian was holding the walker off her by having one hand on it's chest and on under the chin. Daryl aimed down his sites and fired the arrow into its head. Jillian pushed the dead dead walker to the side as he rushed up to her. He reached down and grabbed her by the shirt. He yanked her up and started rubbing his hands over her body.

" You bit?" Jillian was shaking and crying slightly. " Jill, you got bit? Jilly, talk to me! Are you okay?" His voice was panicked as he lifted up her shirt. He yanked it off her head and searched her chest and stomach.

" I'm okay." She said softly. He flipped her around and started running his hands and eyes over her back. " Dixon, I wasn't bit. I'm okay." She said as she stopped crying.

He flipped her back around and thrust his hands into her hair. He crushed his mouth against her. Her hands came to his shoulders as one of his slipped down her back to her waist. He yanked her against him hard as they made out fast. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned them around and slammed her into the dressing room behind them. He broke their kissing to suck on her neck. She whispered his name, bring him back to the present. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. He slowly put her down and stepped away from her, his chest rising and falling quickly. He grabbed her shirt and tossed it to her.

" Cops gonna be coming soon. Let's go." He said.

" Dixon," She said. He held up his hand and shook his head.

" Put your shirt on and help me with the bags." Was all he said.