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After a while of talking and long pauses, Daryl and Jillian were laying on opposite ends of the bed. He had his hands behind his head while hers were resting against her stomach. He had his knees bent and she had her ankles linked together. He was staring at the ceiling and she was looking straight ahead at her. They were both taking all everything that had happen.

She had cried, yelling, whispered and shouted at him. She had paced, sat on the floor, sat on the bed, and laid across it. Daryl had listened while sitting with his back against the wall, his legs spread out. He watched her pace while sitting on the floor against the bed. He took her yelling at him while he laid on his side on her bed and he had hugged her when she cried. He spoke softly to her while stroking her hair until she calmed down. If they had a working clock, it would have told them it was close to 2 o'clock in the morning when they had finally run out of things to say to each other.

" I'm tired." She said softly.

" Go to sleep." He said.

" Are you staying in here?" She asked as she looked at him. He sighed then looked at her.

" Thought I should. Might wake everyone up if I tried to move the dresser right now." He said. She nodded and looked away from him. They were quiet for a while before he stood up.

" Where are you going?" She asked as she sat up. He smiled to himself then he bent down and started undoing his laces.

" Thought I'd take off my shoes before I settle in." He said.

" Oh yeah, okay." She said.

She moved to get under the covers as her stomach started to jump and her pulse increased. Jillian reached out to the night stand and clicked off her flashlight. He had his on at the other side of the bed. When she finally got under the covers, she turned her back to him. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she heard Daryl start to get undressed.

Daryl watched her back as he undid the buttons of his shirt. He let the shirt fall to the floor and started to undo his pants. She settled deeper into the bed as he slipped out of his pants and climbed back into her bed. He continued to stare at her back, wanting to reach out and touch her but keeping his hands to himself. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, to feel the softness against his fingers but he didn't know how she would react. He stayed that way, laying on his left side, facing her until he fell asleep.

When Daryl woke in the morning, she was cuddled against him. They were facing each other and he had his arm around her waist. She had one hand against his chest while her other hand was holding onto his boxers. He moved his hand to her hair as he watched her sleep. He let the strands flow through his fingers. He realized he had actually slept good for a chance. He could say he hadn't sleep that good in years.

He moved slightly which made her tighten her hold on his boxers. It also made her fingers slide a little farther into them and against his skin. He closed his eyes and groaned softly. He was having an instance, strong reaction to being near her and having her hand on him. She was the only female in the world that had ever been able to make him that hard that fast. Of course he hadn't been with another female as long as he had been with her.

He had some girlfriends in high school but they hadn't lasted long. Most got on his nerves and after high school, he didn't see the point of having one around. After Jillian, he hadn't wanted one. He had so many one night stands he had lost count. He'd meet them at bars then take them either in his truck or at their place. It was sex, he had gotten off, but none of it felt like it had with her and that had made him hate her more.

Daryl took a hold of her wrist and gently pulled her hand away from him. He took a hold of her hand on his chest and brought it to his mouth. He placed a kiss against her palm then slipped from her bed. He pulled his pants on then gathered his shoes and shirt. He walked over to the door and shouldered the dresser. He pushed as slowly as he could. He didn't want to wake her so he pushed it just enough so that he could open the door and slip out of her room.

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Jillian and Andrea were in the basement later that day getting together meat for dinner that night. Jillian woke up as Daryl moved the dresser from the door but she pretended she was still sleeping. She waited until he was gone for a while before she moved. She brought her hand to the spot he had been sleeping on. It was warm from his body and she slipped into the spot. She buried her face into the pillow he had been using and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and sighed. After a while she got up and got ready for the day. Their whole night was flowing through her. Their talking, her yelling, him calmly watching as she paced the floor, and his words, so soft and sorry she had cried at hearing them.

" So, what happen last night?" Andrea asked, bring Jillian out of her mind.

" What do you mean?" She asked as she looked through the shelves. Daryl was standing on the stairs, listening to them. He always seem to come into a conversation at the right time.

" Well, we all heard you yelling at Daryl last night, although I couldn't hear what you were saying. Then this morning, I saw Daryl coming out of you room in jeans only. So what happen?" Andrea asked.

" Oh, nothing. I mean, nothing sexual if that's what you're getting at." Jillian said. Andrea laughed as she faced her. She leaned against the freezer.

" Well, I hate to admit this, but wow. Who knew Daryl Dixon looked like that without a shirt on? So hot!" She said. Jillian looked passed the shelves to her friend and smiled.

" I could have told you that." She said. Andrea laughed.

" I just never saw him like that, you know?" She said. " So, it made me wonder... what was he like in bed?" Jillian laughed as she started looking through the shelves again.

" Pretty fucking amazing." She said. " The man has skills I never experienced before. He definitely knows how to use his hands and mouth. I won't even get started on how great the actual sex was." She said. Daryl smiled as he leaned against the wall. Andrea laughed as she went back to looking in the freezer.

" I always figured he was the type of man that just cared about himself in the bedroom." Andrea said.

" Oh no. Daryl always made sure I was completely taken care of." She said.

Daryl heard their voices coming nearer so he quietly walked up to the basement door and opened it. He slammed it shut so they'd know he was there. He was coming down the stairs as they turned the corner. Andrea's face turned red as she muttered a hello then brushed past him quickly, holding the meat for dinner in her hands. Jillian had an assortment of canned vegetables in hers. Daryl and Jillian stopped to talk to each other.

" Hey." He said.

" Hi." her voice was low and soft.

" Do you need help carrying anything?" Daryl asked. She shook her head.

" I'm okay." He nodded and they stood facing each other for a few seconds before she spoke again. " So we friends now?"

" Yeah, I guess that's about right." He said.

" Okay then, I guess I will see you later then." Jillian said.

" Yeah, I guess you will." Daryl said.