Oh dear oh dear! I'm so glad you all told me about me posted the wrong chapter I have NO IDEA how that happened! Thank you so much for letting me know, I never would have caught that! Thank you, lovelies!

I know I don't usually post an author's note but I might as well throw a little bit more out there and just say that I work best with criticisms and even better with just positive reviews. I just really want to know if I'm doing a good thing here and so far that's not totally evident, unless it's something wrong like what just happened with me posting a chapter from a different story onto this one. But I digress, and I will probably continue to update no matter what. And sorry this one is so short, but the next one will be much longer. Please enjoy!

The next morning.

Len walked slowly over to Dale's gentle camp fire where he sat with Glenn and Morales who struggled to keep their eyes open, watching her feet the entire time. When she looked up at him she sucked in a quick breath.

"Dale?" She asked, looking him directly in the eye. His eyebrows shot up.

"Hello there! Up a little early aren't you?"

She smirked, shuffling her feet and glanced around quickly before stating quickly, "I always get up this early."

"Me too." He glanced at the mat in her hands. "Can I help you with something, dear?"

"Um, yes. I was wondering if I could commandeer the top of your RV for a little while..." She trailed off, hopeful. Raising her mat, "Yoga."

"Well, sure. I don't see why not. Just don't hurt yourself." She nodded gently, smiling. Len quickly made her way over to the ladder and climbed up.

Dale watched her curiously as she laid out the mat, her body nearly completely silhouetted by the morning sunrise. Len quickly jumped on her hands, sticking her legs straight into the air and held herself there for a good two minutes before lowering herself slowly so her knees balanced on her elbows.

"Jesus christ. How is that humanly possible?" Glenn muttered.

"Glenn?"

"Yeah?"

"Does Len seem familiar to you in any way?"

Glenn narrowed his brows. "Not really. Why?"

Dale shook his head after a moment. "Never mind."

A few hours later.

At around nine Len swiftly made her way down from the RV and back into her tent. She was surprised to see Daryl there cleaning his handgun.

"Morning." She said as she tossed her mat inside and sat down.

Daryl watched her under his brow as he brushed around a cartridge. "Morning." He replied as she flopped on her back and closed her eyes. "Was yoga part of your monk training?"

"Sort of." She chuckled, "I've always done it. But it does have it's better effects during meditation."

Daryl nodded.

"I can teach you, if you like." Daryl scoffed loudly.

"No thank you." Len just laughed, her eyes still shut. Daryl switched to his cross bow and began to dismantle it. "So you're like a legit buddhist monk then?"

"In a way, barely. I wasn't fully there yet, but I did everything they did. Ate the way they ate, slept the way they slept, prayed the same way they..." She sighed.

"So you were celibate too then, huh?" Len opened her eyes and sat up on her elbows leering at him.

"Why does it matter to you?"

He shrugged, avoiding her eyes, "Jus' curious, s'all."

Len smirked and laid back down, "To answer your question, no. I wasn't. I hadn't taken that vow yet...I doubt I would have ever taken it anyway."

"Why's that?"

Len paused, breathing in, "Just a feeling. I feel like vowing over something as personal as my sexuality would be the end of it. No turning back...what good ever came of not turning back?" After a moment of silence Len let some of the hot air boiling in her mind free and she sighed, "But if I'd been a virgin it would've been much different." Daryl smirked, now more than half his attention on her than his bow. Because of this he suddenly slit his finger on the wire, cutting it pretty deep.

"Shit." He cursed and held his finger looking around for a cloth, but before he could grab a spare t-shirt Len grabbed his hand and wrapped a red handkerchief around his fingers. She applied pressure and glanced at it. "I can do that m'self."

"Shut up." She said, holding the cloth on his hand like she was holding his hand. Daryl let her though, surprised by her assertiveness. He looked down at the cloth to see it was the same color as the blood trickling from his wound. He scoffed in surprise.

"Good idea." He said, admiring the fact that she too didn't like to show weakness, even if it was through a little bit of blood from a wound.

Len smiled. "Just keep this on there for an hour or so and you'll be fine." She looked up at him and swear she saw a sliver of wanton in his eyes as she stood but was stopped by Daryl's hand still grasping hers. She clutched his hand warmly and kneeled back down.

There was suddenly a loud roar of excitement in the camp that captured both their attention. Outside Andrea and Amy had returned with two chains filled with fish, everyone was excited for the meal they were to have that evening.

Len turned to Daryl and smiled. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk. I'll be back soon."

"Yeah, you better. We're eatin' good tonight. Be a shame to miss it." He passed Len the knife in his belt. Len nodded, grabbing it, breaking the eye-contact and brushing her fingers purposefully against his.

"Be sure to bandage that later. Just in case." She said and she disappeared almost instantly into the woods.

Daryl watched her and sighed out, running his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe that he'd almost kissed her. It was like it was the most logical thing to do. Her sitting there with her ashy eyes looking at him and her nimble fingers brushing his, her hair pulled completely back from her face—Daryl wanted to rip that string from her hair just to see how it fell over her shoulders and framed her face.

He grumbled at his thoughts and went back to his tent to bandage his finger up.