I hung up the last item of clothing on the line, and seeing that there was nothing left for me to do, I slumped down in one of the chairs by the fire.

I lazily ran my hands through my hair, pushing it out of my face. The morning had been long and full of things to do. I slept like a log, but it didn't feel like long enough as I was in danger of falling asleep in the chair. At least I was in a better mood than the day before.

I sat up straight in the chair, waved at Andrea as she walked past and looked around. Not far from the RV, I saw Lori cutting Carl's hair. I smiled at the expression of disgust on his face. I stood up and wandered over, in the hope that she could just even mine out. It was quite irritating that half of my hair touched my shoulders and the other half didn't.

"Hey." I smiled as I stopped near them.

"Sam! Please, get her to stop!" Carl whined, and I tried not to laugh in his face. A quick glance to Lori told me she was trying to do the same.

"Sorry fella. Mothers know best." I sighed, biting my lip after to stop the laughter from flowing out.

It wasn't really that funny, but his face was screwed up in anguish and his arms had knotted tightly to his chest.

"Lori, do you think you could even up my hair please? I would do it myself, but I'm an idiot, so..." I trailed awkwardly.

"Of course. I think I've done as much as I can to my little primadonna's hair, anyway." She sighed, brushing off Carl's shoulders.

When she stopped brushing, Carl stood up and sped off, much to our amusement. I looked at Lori with a smile still on my face, and she patted the space in front of her. I obliged and sat as still as I could while she brushed through my hair.

"How're you feeling?" I asked after a short while.

"Okay, I guess. I've been feeling the morning sickness badly, but everything else seems to be going okay. I'm constantly hungry, too." She laughed and I nodded.

"Keep back some of my rations, Lori. Save a bit more for yourself." I offered.

"I couldn't, Sam. You've already helped-"

"I don't mind. Besides, you're not eating for just one person anymore. You need all the food you can get. I'll just make sure I can catch more. We'll make it work." I said, turning my head to throw her a smile.

"Thank you. Rick keeps offering to do the same, but I don't know..." She trailed, her voice a lot quieter and uneven.

"Don't. He needs to keep himself strong. He has to keep himself upright and sane." I shrugged.

"Thanks Sam." She said softly, squeezing my shoulder.

"How's Rick holding out? I've barely spoken to him, especially since we were joined by Randall."

"He's okay, just doesn't stop, you know? He's got a lot to think about." She sighed.

"I'm not surprised. He's everybody's rock!" I joked, and I heard her breath a laugh.

"I suppose, but he takes it so personally, I'm worried one day he'll just keel over. He's got a big heart. Too big, in my opinion."

"At least he has one..." I trailed, my thoughts lingering briefly on Shane.

No, I knew he had heart, but it was just deeply buried under anger and bitterness. Even Daryl had a little burner. I knew he did.

"Now, please," I quipped, changing the atmosphere, "do something to make my hair symmetrical!"

It was great to have my head feeling somewhat level. I ran my hands through the length and sighed. At least it was better than before.

After thanking Lori with a brief hug and a quick 'I'm here for you', I left to take over the next RV shift.

I climbed to the top of the ladder and was greeted by Dale. I looked at his warm face and smiled, taking the seat behind him.

"Sam." He smiled.

"Dale." I mocked.

"May I ask why your mood is cheerful today?" he asked, and I pondered his words for a second.

"Dunno. Just how it happened, I guess." I shrugged.

He looked me in the eye and cocked an eyebrow. I looked at him, a little confused. Did he not believe me or something?

"What?" I spluttered, the corners of my mouth pricking slightly.

"I saw you." He smirked, but my eyebrows knitted further in confusion.

"Saw me..."

"With Daryl yesterday. I couldn't see what was going on, but I saw you two hovering by the edge of the field in the trees." He said, moving closer and keeping his voice to a low rasp. My jaw dropped with my stomach.

"Dale, we-"

"You don't have to explain yourself. I understand. Daryl can be a decent guy, I see it too." He smiled, straightening himself up and looking at me.

"Dale, nothing happened. Honest. We were just talking about what to do with our catch." I rushed, my heart racing.

"Oh really?" He asked, sounding extremely unconvinced.

"Yes really." I said quickly.

"If you say so." He sighed, although I could tell he was trying to hide a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"Credit where credit's due though, you've got a pair of very sharp eyes. Even with the binoculars." I smiled, trying to change the focus of the situation.

He laughed gently as he handed me the binoculars and rifle, making me smile. He cupped my cheek before walking away from me and headed down the ladder of the RV. As soon as he was out of sight, the smile dropped from my face and I blew out my cheeks.

I ran my hands through my hair and tied it up. I ran my eyes over everyone at camp and then scanned the fields that surrounded us. I sagged back into the chair and sighed deeply, feeling slightly numb. My fingers felt raw and I was incredibly tired.

"Sam, can I join you?" A voice said from the ladder, and I looked round to see Glenn's head hovering by the top of the RV.

"Of course. Pull up a chair." I smiled.

He climbed the rest of the ladder and took the chair next to me. I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What? I just wanted to say hey." He squeaked, and I laughed.

"Okay, hey." I smirked.

He laughed a little and sat back in the chair, his eyes scanning the distance. I looked away from him, my eyes settling on where Daryl's tent lay. I could see him milling about by his tent, stoking his fire and cleaning his crossbow. I huffed and looked away.

"How're you feeling?" I asked.

"Not too bad. I'm just tired, you know? But..." He said quietly, trailing.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting up to face him.

"It's nothing, just thinking aloud." He said, waving a dismissive hand.

"Glenn..." I implored.

He stared long and hard at me, gnawing on his lip, deliberating. Soon he caved, and leant towards me.

"Maggie. It's Maggie. Everything is about Maggie. I think... I think I'm falling for her, Sam." He rushed, his voice low.

I sat back in my seat, a smile cracking through my lips. In a time like this, where everything has crashed about us, I was glad that something good had come of it. People could still fall for each other.

"Glenn, you are the cutest thing." I grinned.

"Sam, this is serious!" He hissed, his face blushing a vivid red.

"I'm being totally serious! What's the problem?" I asked, dropping my smile but a small smirk remaining.

"Hershel. But not only that. I don't know if it's mutual." He sighed, his eyes low.

I sat forward in my seat and sighed. I cast a quick glance over the group and the surrounding area before looking back at Glenn. His face was contorted, but he too was keeping an eye on our surroundings. I rubbed my tired eyes and sighed.

"Why do you not think its mutual?"

"I dunno. Maybe it is, but it's because she's got no other choice. Everyone else is taken or weird." He groaned.

"Rubbish. Has she told you she likes you explicitly?" I asked.

"Well... She told me she loved me." He stifled, and I choked on the air I was breathing.

"And you're worried the feelings not mutual?! What did you say?" I spluttered, my eyes wide as I sat forward in my seat.

"I didn't say anything. And maybe she doesn't know what she's saying. It's just this crazy situation which is making her settle with me."

"Glenn, she's female. She won't just say it for the hell of it. Without generalising on what's left of female kind, she'd have thought about this for every waking minute until she told you she had no reason to lie. She's an honest and upfront girl." I said, hoping my genuine opinion would hit home. If Maggie said it, I would bet almost anything that it's true.

"But I didn't say it back. Have I ruined it?" He asked, his eyes widening.

"Did you want to say it back?"

"I - well... Yeah. Yeah I did." He sighed, his head and his shoulders sagging.

"Then don't dwell on it, act on it! Tell her, show her. Don't leave her in the dark about it." I smiled, lifting his head back up to meet mine.

"But I don't know if I can. And what about Hershel?" he flustered, his eyes seemingly restless.

"You'll know when to say it. What about Hershel?" I asked, letting my hand drop from his face.

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"With you and Maggie? Glenn, she's a twenty-something year old woman, not sixteen with her first boyfriend. He'll understand. And if not, he just doesn't know how great you really are yet." I smiled.

"Thanks Sam. Again. For everything." He smiled awkwardly.

"It's no problem. That's what I'm here for." I said, reaching out and grasping his hand.

"You can make it up to me though..." I smirked as I stifled a yawn.

"How?" He asked, sitting forward in his seat.

"Taking over my watch while I take a nap." I grinned.

"Fine." He sighed, amusement dancing on his face.

"Thanks. See you in a few!" I sighed, hopping out of my chair and all but gliding down the ladder and to the tent.

I was perched between Glenn and Alex as all of the group sat down to eat. Andrea was keeping watch and Shane was once again nowhere to be seen.

"It's been one of those days." Glenn sighed, only to receive a collective sound of agreement.

"You know, I wouldn't mind some more of that stuff we had at the CDC." T-Dog sighed, staring off into the distance.

"Woah, T-Dog, back to Earth." I laughed. He came back into focus and grinned.

"Oh, definitely." Dale smiled.

"Sam, Alex! You guys weren't there." Glenn gasped, and Alex and I looked at each other, utterly confused.

"What did we miss?" He asked.

"Alcohol." He smirked.

I actually felt my stomach drop from disappointment. I'd never been a massive drinker, but I always enjoyed a few drops with friends. I hadn't had a drink like that in so long. It wouldn't take much to leave us all intoxicated.

"Damn!" Alex huffed.

"Alex, I know exactly what kind of drunk you are." Carol laughed. He raised an eyebrow.

"Even louder." She giggled.

"That is very true." I smirked, only to receive a glare from Alex.

"I can just remember Carl's face from when he tried that wine. Boy, he'll never touch a drop again!" Dale laughed heartily.

"Or the fact that Daryl said 'boom' after almost every sentence." Rick pointed out.

"Or the colour of Asian's face." Daryl's grunt resonated as he approached us. A few people chuckled, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Don't remind me. I still think of what I drank and it makes me feel queasy." Glenn groaned, making us all laugh.

"Oh Glenn, how many sips did you have?" I smirked.

"I had a lot of everything actually. And I'll never do that again. I couldn't see straight the next morning." He winced.

"I have to confess, my head was slightly muffled the next day." Rick pointed out and I giggled.

"Now that would have been interesting. Rick Grimes with a nasty hangover." I blurted, trying my best to impersonate his accent.

Laughter filled the air again, and I tried to ignore the blush on my face. I thought it was a good impression!

"I'd have liked to have seen you drink, Sam. I bet it would've been entertaining." Glenn snorted.

"I'm a saint." I gasped, to which there are sounds of disbelieving.

"She tells everyone her secrets. Whatever she thinks, she'll blurt out, no matter how embarrassing it is. Or she'll just make an idiot of herself." Alex snickered, making me blush harder.

"Like what?" Daryl asked.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but my face was still burning. He smirked at me, his eyes taking in my expression. I laughed and looked back expectantly at Alex.

"Remember, I have a number of ways in which I can kill you. Don't test me." I warned playfully. He rolled his eyes.

"Well... Oh! She once told an asshole ex of hers that she could fight and beat anyone. He asked her to prove it, and she did - by breaking his nose. Not only that, but she told him that it made an improvement and that she was going to be sick. And she was. People loved her for it." Alex said, causing the group to erupt in laughter.

"But the thing is, that's the most tame! She's said and done done stupid things, and that was just when I was with her!" He continued.

I put my head in my hands and laughed, the memory of that causing me to cringe dramatically. I lifted my head up and met eyes with Daryl, his throaty chuckle floating to my ears.

"Yeah yeah yeah. And you will never know what it's like to be with a drunk me! Although I'm pretty jealous you got to let your hair down like that, and I'm sure Alex is too." I smiled, eventually dragging my eyed away from Daryl's frankly annoyingly attractive face.

"Yeah, it would've been nice to share it with you both." Lori smiled.

"Well, what about if I come across anything when I'm out looking for supplies, I'll see what I can bring back." Glenn shrugged.

"Yeah. We'll do it in a safe environment and really see what you two are like." Rick grinned, making Alex and me laugh. That definitely sounded like something Rick would say. Practical.

"You're on." I stated, Alex nodding vigorously next to me.

The group then slipped into conversation about previous experiences, but my eyes couldn't help but wander to Daryl. He looked at me with a slightly humoured expression, causing me to raise an eyebrow. He flicked his head backwards, motioning for me to go to him. Ignoring the butterflies I felt in my stomach, I nodded.

I slipped out of my seat and walked round to him, trying to stop my smile from growing as I got nearer him.

"Ya wouldn't last five minutes drinking with me." Daryl smirked and my mouth lolled.

"You wanna bet?" I asked, surprised and his tone and words. But I didn't dislike it. Quite the opposite, actually...

"How much?" He murmured, crossing his arms.

"Guns?" I suggested, eyebrow raised.

"Deal. Whoever gets fucked first loses their best gun." He grunted, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

"In that case, say goodbye to your favourite gun, Dixon. If we ever find any booze, it's going to be mine." I gloated.

He shifted where he stood, only a foot or so away from me. I swallowed hard, but I didn't cower and I kept my gaze steady with his.

"We'll see." He glowered, joy burning bright in his eyes.

He held out his hand. Trying to muster some pride, I took his in y hand and shook it. His hand was hot, but shivers ran up my arm. When we had finished shaking, he held on to my hand for just a bit longer. He didn't hold my hand tightly or too strong. It was just right. I was slightly surprised, and still blushing.

"You're mine, Daryl."

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