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Dale had lead Carol back to her tent after Rick shot Sophia. The group was stunned and no one knew how to react to what had happen. Shane had managed to disarm Merle and he was taken to one of the barns. Shane and Dale had tied him up to a pole until they could get a handle on what to do. Everyone else was giving Daryl and Jillian space. They were still on their knees in the middle of the field. She was covering her face with her hands and had finally stopped screaming but not crying. He was rocking her slightly and whispered that everything was fine. She was not responding to him in any way. She alternated from plain crying to crying her sister's name. After about a half an hour, Rick slowly made his way to the couple.

" Daryl," He said gently. Daryl's cheek was resting against the top of her head. " You should move her to a tent to be safe." Daryl nodded.

" Our stuff's over there in those bushes." He said. Rick nodded then patted Daryl's shoulder before he walked away. " Jillian, we need to move out of the field." He said into her hair.

When she didn't react to him, he squeezed her and started to raise, forcing her to stand. He expected her to turn towards him and hug him but she did nothing. She dropped her hands from her face but that was it. She didn't look at him or knowledge him in anyway. He glanced over to where Sophia was laying. He didn't want her to see the little girl. Luckily, the grass was so high the little girl was completely covered.

Daryl pulled her up with him once she had calmed down. He took her hand and started towards the field towards the camp. He had seen Shane and Rick leading Merle away. They had had their guns aimed at him at the time but his brother was not his concern at the moment. His speechless girlfriend was. She had screamed her throat raw, he was sure of it. He had a death grip on her hand as they walked but she wasn't holding him back. He looked back at her and saw she was staring at the ground. He sighed and looked ahead of him. She wasn't making any soundless but there were still tears coming down her cheeks

His plan was to lead her to their tent. He was going to settle her into their bed then go back and get their bags. He'd come back to their tent, zip it close then pull her into him. He didn't know how to bring her comfort with words and he didn't really think she'd hear him if he tried to talk to her. So he was going to lay beside her, let her curl up into him, and hold her until she fell asleep. He was going to run his hand through her hair until she was relaxed then in the morning he would bury Sophia. That was his plan but when Carol's tent came into view, Jillian pulled her hand away from his. He looked back at her as she made a bee line for her mother. He frowned slightly but started after her. He slowed his steps to let her have the lead.

When they reached the camp, Carol's tent was one of the first tents they came too. Jillian pulled her hand from his, making him look back at her. She moved towards the tent and unzipped it. He sighed and put his hand behind his neck. Carol started to cry harder when she noticed Jillian. Jillian faced Daryl and finally looked up at him. Her face was hard and shut down to him. She narrowed her eyes then zipped the tent closed. He frowned and shook his head. Was she mad at him? She faced her mother who was sitting on the floor. Carol looked up at her through her tears. Jillian moved to her quickly and dropped to her mom. The two women wrapped their arms around each other.

" Where were you?" Carol was crying.

" I went to find Daryl. I didn't know Sophia had followed me until I was almost to the farmhouse. By the time I found out she was behind me it was to late to come back." Jillian said. Hearing her mom cry made Jillian start to cry again. " This is all his fault." She said as the women clutched each other. This whole thing was Merle's fault. Jillian closed her eyes as her thoughts raced through her.

Daryl was listening outside the tent. He frowned and closed his eyes at her words. Was she blaming him for Sophia's death? He took a deep breath and walked away to get their bags. Of course it was his fault. He should have never agreed to let her come with him. He should have forced her to go back to the camp, where it was safe. If he had done that, Sophia would still be alive.

Daryl walked through the field, alert for other walkers, towards the brushes where their bags were laying. He knew this was too good to be true. He didn't deserve her and now he would lose her. Things had been damn near perfect between the two of them. They got along great, had awesome sex, and never ran out of things to talk about so of course he didn't deserve that. He should have known things would fall apart for him. He narrowed his eyes as he picked up their bags.

" Daryl?" Rick asked as he came up on the hunter.

" What?" Daryl muttered.

" What the hell is going on?" Rick asked.

" Do we have to do this right now? I'm not in the mood to talk." Daryl snapped.

" You wanna tell me what was going on?" Rick asked as they started back to camp. Daryl sighed.

" Merle wanted me to leave with him, Jillian decided to come. What more do you want to know?" He said. Rick grabbed Daryl's arm to stop him.

" Everything. I want to know everything. We have a little girl dead in the field out there, a mother and sister broken. Last thing I knew Merle kidnapped you then Jillian and Sophia disappear. What the hell is going on?" Rick asked. Daryl narrowed his eyes and wrenched his arm away.

" It's late. I'm fuckin tired. Ain't nothin gonna change when the sun comes up. I just want to go to bed and comfort my woman." He said. Rick sighed and closed his eyes.

" Well, yeah, I'd like to talk right now. I'd like to know why I had to shoot Sophia in the head." Rick said as they continued to walk together. Rick had opened his eyes again.

" She got bit, that's why." Daryl said. Rick reached out and took Daryl's arm again. The hunter stopped walking and glared at the cop.

" You need to let me in. I need to understand what is happening here, please." Rick said. Daryl looked away from Rick and across the field. He sighed then looked back to Rick.

" Merle and I went to the farmhouse we first found Sophia in. Jillian and Sophia showed up. Jillian was going to leave with Merle and me. We came back to get our shit and leave Sophia." Daryl said.

" And you guys didn't see the walker creeping up on Sophia?" Rick asked.

" No. Jillian was upset. I was talkin to her. I didn't see the walker til it was too late.'" He said. Rick sighed and nodded.

Daryl and Rick made the plans to bury Sophia at first light. Rick went to the barn where they were keeping Merle until they figured something else out. Daryl was walking back to Carol's camp with Jillian's stuff. He didn't know where she was going to be sleeping but figured she wanted to say with her mom. He heard her talking so he stopped walking to listen to her.

" I wish he had just left me in the field." Jillian snapped. Her voice was laced with venom. Carol was holding onto her oldest daughter, still sobbing. Jillian was holding to her to her chest. She was staring into space, talking and not paying attention or thinking. " If he had left me in the field, I would have died and Sophia would still be alive." Jillian shook her head as Merle popped into her mind. She narrowed her eyes. This was all his fault. If he had just left them alone, Sophia would still be alive. " I fucking hate him. This is his fault." She hissed to herself.

Daryl's stomach dropped to the ground. She hated him. Her bags slipped from his shoulders. In one instant everything they had was shattered. She hated him, he heard her say it. She wished he had left her in the field. He let go of her bags then turned around. He trudged back to his tent. His plans changed right away. In the morning he would bury Sophia then pack up his bags and take down his tent. He would disappear with Merle, just like Merle wanted. If she didn't want him anymore there was no point in him being there any longer. There was no way he could take seeing her everyday. He wouldn't be able to handle knowing she hated him and blamed him for Sophia's death. He blamed himself enough.

He opened his tent and walked in. After he dropped his bags, he zipped it shut then walked to his cot. He sat down and put his head in his hands. Daryl closed his eyes and started shifting through his emotions. His chest hurt and his heart was pounding. He had finally found someone who accepted him completely and now he had ruined it. He shook his head as she filled his mind. He sat there for a few minutes before he sighed and leaned down and started undoing his laces.

Once Daryl was ready, he laid down on his cot and put his arms behind his head. He stared at the ceiling of the tent as their relationship played out. His eyes were open but he wasn't paying attention to what he was looking at. He was paying attention to his memories. He frowned as he narrowed his eyes while he thought.

Jillian's legs were around his waist and her arms were around his shoulders as he carried her on his back. She was whispering into his ear about what she wanted to do when they reached their tent and he couldn't move fast enough. She snaked her tongue out and lightly licked a line up his throat. Daryl's hold tighten on her legs as he burst into a full on run, which wasn't easy to when with his dick hard. Jillian's laughter ran out as she held onto him.

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He was laying in the bed of his truck, resting his head on the spare tire. He had his right leg bent and his left leg out straight. He had his left arm up and under his head while his right hand was resting on his stomach. Daryl's eyes were squinting in the afternoon sunlight while he waited for her to find him. He had seen her wonder over to their tent and duck in. His truck was parked to the side and behind the tent and he had to force himself not to laugh when she didn't see him.

He watched her leave their tent, her back to him as she wondered over to the hammock. When she didn't find him there, she put her hands on her hips and shook her head as she looked under the hammock. Daryl grinned. She shook her head and turned back around. She met his eyes and she jumped a mile into the air. He laughed as she started towards him.

" Did you really think I was under that hammock?" He asked when she close enough to hear him.

" Well no, I don't know why I checked there really. Why didn't you say anything when I went into the tent?" She asked.

" How did you not see me layin here?" He asked. When she reached the truck, she climbed into the bed of it and over to him.

" I wasn't paying attention to what was behind the tent." She said. She laid down on her left side and rested her head against his chest. He smiled and started into the sky as he brought his left hand to her hair. She brought her left hand to his shirt and started playing with the buttons. He sighed as they fell into silence.

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Daryl was laying in their tent, watching her face as she told him about something she and Sophia had done that day while he hunted. She was sitting indian style, facing him and smiling. He loved to listen to her talk. She always talked to him like he was just a regular person and not a dumb hick. His hand was rubbing her knee.