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Daryl sat in the fold up camping chair, watching as she spooned out the stew she had help make. His eyes were trained on her every move. As if she felt him staring, she looked up and smiled at him. She straighten up and walked over to him. She was holding the bowl and a spoon. She dropped her eyes as she reached him.

" Here, Dixon." She said as she bent over and handed him the bowl.

" You gonna sit with me and share it?" He asked.

He started to raise his hand up, he wanted to take a hold of her thigh and pull her onto his lap but he dropped his hand to his lap. He still had a hard time expressing affection in front of people. When they were alone or getting ready to have sex, he had no problem touching her. Jillian smiled and slipped down onto his lap. She brought her legs up and across his lap.

" I got enough for us both." She said.

" Why you always gotta have your fat ass on my lap?" Daryl asked as he looked up at her.

" I can't believe you just said that, you fucking little bitch." She snapped. There was humor in her eyes. He surprised the group when he burst into laughter.

" You just called me a bitch." He said as he laughed.

" You said I was fat." She defend. He slipped his arm around her, putting a few of his fingers into one of her back pockets.

" You ain't fat and you know it." Daryl said. " You gonna fed me cuz I only got one free hand."

" Yeah, I'm feeding you because I don't need to eat tonight." She muttered as she stirred the stew as he held it.

" And why ain't you eatin?" He asked.

" Oh I thought I'd just live off my fat ass for a while." He smiled and looked down as he handed her the bowl.

" I'm sorry." He said.

She took the bowl and spooned up some stew and brought it to his mouth. He tilted his head and looked up at her. Jillian smiled slightly and leaned down. She nudged his forehead with hers before he lightly kissed the spot between his eyes. She pulled away and he opened his mouth. She popped the spoon in his mouth. When she pulled it out of his mouth she looked down at the bowl again. He chewed but laughed lightly.

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Daryl was slinging them in the hammock after dinner as they did every night. She was laying sideways with her head on his stomach. One of his hand was holding on the hammock above his head, his finger netting into it while his other hand was playing with her hair. It was spread out across him. He was looking down at her but she was looking at the stars. Her hands were resting against her stomach. She sighed.

" Thinkin bout somthin?" He asked softly. She smiled but shook her head.

" No. Just feeling content." She said. She turned her head and looked up at him. " You thinking about something?" He nodded. She turned onto her side and smiled at him. " What?" He looked up at the stars.

" That maybe you'd want to go huntin with me tomorrow." He said. She sighed and turned back to her back.

" I don't know how to hunt, you know that." She said. He glanced down at her.

" Ain't hard. Just got to keep that mouth of yours quiet." He said. Jillian pushed herself so she could sit up. She faced him a second before she smacked him in the stomach. He dropped his arms to cover himself as he started to laugh. " What the hell you hittin me for, woman?"

" You have been mean me today and you need to knock it the fuck off." She snapped.

He grinned then moved to her quickly. He grabbed her by her neck and crushed his mouth to hers. He wrapped his other arm around her waist. The hammock start to swing on it's own as he pushed her down and got on top of her. He pushed his hips hard into her as both hands came into her hair. He slowly thrust his hips into her, pulling a gasp from her.

" You think I've been mean to you today? You ain't seen me mean yet." He growled into her mouth. " I'll get you hot, get you close to cummin then walk away from you. That what you want?" He asked as he continued moving against her. He ran his tongue up her neck, making her moan.

" You have been mean to me." She whispered as she started moving her hips against his.

" Stop movin." He snapped.

" Make me." She whispered. He grunted as he pushed himself off the hammock. He grabbed her by her arm and yanked her up. He started moving back towards the middle of the camp, switching his grip from her arm to her hand. The group was around the fire and a few of them looked up as they were passing them.

" Daryl looks pissed." Glenn said softly to Shane. Shane looked up as they passed them. Jillian smiled and waved to everyone. Shane's eyes went to Daryl's face. He was frowning hard and his eyes were narrowed. Shane laughed and nudged Rick who looked up at the couple. " Should we try and see what's wrong with him?"

" If you step in front of him, you're going to have a problem." Shane said.

" Well should we listen in to make sure he isn't yelling at her?" Glenn said.

" They're going to yelling but not because they are mad." Rick said.

" What do you mean?" Glenn asked as he looked back at the couple. Jillian and Daryl were already across the camp almost to his tent.

" I'm just saying it's a good thing his tent is so far away from the group." Rick said.

" Did you not see him dry fucking her over there? He's not mad, trust me." Shane said. Glenn looked back at the fire, his face flushed.

" Oh, I get it now." He said. Shane and Rick started to laugh together. Shane put his arm on Rick's shoulder.

" Oh kid, you got a lot to learn. Anyone watching those two knows they are headed off to fuck." Shane said.

" He looks so pissed." Glenn said. Rick chuckled.

" Only Daryl would manage to still look pissed off while he's getting ready to have sex." Rick said. "Most of us are smiling if we think we are getting ready to get laid, but Daryl, he looks down right pissed off."

" Daryl always looked pissed off." Shane said. Glenn was staring into the fire.

" I get surprised when I'm going to have sex because it hasn't happen that often." Glenn said. Rick and Shane looked at each other than at the young guy a second before they started laughing again.