Sorry, didn't know how to continue. But I think I did a good, it's just about what was in my head.

Chapter 2

"You selfish asshole!" she hollered, advancing on them.

"Hey, Tabby Cat. Why don't ya just back it up." said the slightly taller of the two said.

"Why don't you shut your cake-hole, Merle, before I turn you from a rooster to a hen!" The group was more than surprised that he backed off a bit. The man looked like he could of snapped her in half.

Tabatha was only around 5 feet 3 inches tall, maybe 120 or 125 pounds. And all of that little frame was brimming with anger at the other man.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Daryl?"

"Nice to see you too, Tabs," he responded sarcastically, as he avoided meeting her eyes.

The mothers in the group gasped and herded the kids away quickly when Tabatha reeled back and slapped Daryl across the face. Shane grabbed her around the waist and pulled her away, hoping she'd just calm down and let it go. But he wasn't that lucky.

"Get your hands off of me you fucktard!" she yelled as she kicked and flailed trying to get out of his grip.

"Nope, not til you calm your shit down, girl." he grunted as he tried to keep a hold of her.

Daryl looked like he wanted to do something, but when he stepped toward her she started spitting obscenities at him. He threw up his hands and retreated back to his truck.

"Calm down Tabatha!" Shane barked to no avail.

Merle rubbed his hands over his short hair as he decided on his course of action and the consequences of those actions. Finally he gave up and half shrugged, then moved forward with his idea.

"I got this," he growled at Shane as he grabbed Tabatha from his grip and swung her over his shoulder.

"Merle, you put me down you son of a bitch! I'll gut you, I swear to god I will beat your ass til the end of time! Get your dumb ass, redneck hands off of me you..."

Her tirade was cut short when Merle tossed her into the gulley. She popped up from the water spitting and sputtering. Tabatha leveled him an evil glare as he laughed at her from the little beach.

"Ya cooled off yet Tabby Cat?" he chuckled at her.

She rolled her eyes as she stomped out of the water. "I told you a long fucking time ago to stop calling me that."

"Aww are ya getting all pissy at me again, I could dunk ya again if ya want." He burst into laughter again when she glared at him again.

She stomped her way back up to camp, Merle's laughter following her.


Tabatha had been stewing in the RV since she tried off hours ago. She wanted to stay away from everyone after she reflected on the whole scenario. Embarrassed would of been an understatement. She flew off the handle in the middle of an epidemic, probably made everyone in the camp think she was mentally unstable just because she got pissed off.

All she had thought about was that this was all their fault. She wouldn't even be in this stupid state if it hadn't been for the Dixon brothers. Tabatha had only come here to see them and get her life in order, after it being scrambled for so long.

And now she was here, stuck in a state she didn't like, with people she didn't know, and a couple of people she really didn't want to be around. How could it get any worse?

She should of known better than to ask that, as if on cue Shane walked into the RV.

"Uh, hey Tabatha. You think we could talk?" he asked with an uncomfortable air around him.

She just nodded and looked away when Daryl walked in after him. "Great." she thought.

Shane stood between the two of them and put on his best 'mediator' face. "We don't know how long we're all gonna be here, and I'm sure we don't want live in uncomfortable circumstances for however long it's gonna be. So I think you two should just have a peaceful discussion and get over whatever it is between you guys."

He looked back and forth between them both, waiting for one of them to start. When neither of them said anything, or even looked at each other, he sighed.

"Okay, one of you just tell me what the hell is going on between the two of you. How do you know each other, Tabatha, I thought you said you where from New Mexico. And he's definitely from around here. So...spill it."

She looked out of the window wishing she was anywhere else right now. After an awkward silence, in which Daryl realized he wasn't going to get out of this unless one of them fessed up.

He took a deep sigh and rain his hands through his hair before looking at Tabatha. She gave him a resigned look that he decided meant she didn't care if he blabbed.

"She's my wife."