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Daryl kept his head down as he started towards the camp. He was going to collect his Jillian and take her to the tent. He was going to make her eat then he thought they'd go to the hammock and swing for a while. Swinging had always relaxed her so he was hoping she would be relaxed enough to go to sleep. She needed something to eat and rest.

" Daryl, we made stew." Lori said softly. Daryl looked up and nodded. He wanted to get to Jillian before he did anything else.

His eyes went right back to Jillian. She was still sitting on her knees by the grave. She was alone but Dale wasn't to far behind her. As Daryl started towards the field, the two men caught eyes. Dale nodded and walked away. Daryl continued walking through the field, not slowing his steps. Once he got to the grave, he finally stopped walking. He sighed and crouched down across from her.

" You need to eat." He said. Jillian closed her eyes.

" I'm not hungry." She said.

" Not askin, Jill." Daryl said. He pushed himself to stand. He reached his hand down to her. " Come on, Baby." He said. Jillian opened her eyes and looked up at him. He closed then opened his hand again. Slowly she reached up to him. He squeezed her hand and helped her to stand.

He led her through the field slowly with no words passing between them. He glanced back at her but her head was down. She was watching the ground as they walked. He looked straight ahead of him again. Lori was coming towards him with a bowl. The bowl passed between them with a sharp nod of thanks from Daryl. Lori mouthed an you're welcome and glanced at Jillian before she walked away. Daryl continued on to his tent. Once inside his tent, he pulled Jillian to his cot where she slowly sat down. He sank down beside her and handed her the bowl.

" I'm not hungry." She said as she shook her head.

" Come on, Jillian. I ain't askin." He said.

" Daryl, please." Her voice was soft. Daryl sighed.

" Please, Jillian, just eat some, for me." He asked. Jillian sighed but nodded slowly and took the bowl from him. He watched her as she ate. Once she started, Jillian realized how hungry she really was. Tension lifted off him the more she ate. He rubbed her back and nodded. " Eat up, Babe. You need it. I'm gonna go out and get some then I'll be back." She nodded but didn't say anything. Daryl stood up and moved towards the front of the tent.

" Daryl?" Jillian said. He didn't turn and look at her but his steps stopped. " Thank you for buying her." He nodded before he walked out.

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After they had both ate, they decided to go to the hammock. Daryl laid down, keeping one leg on the ground so he could swing them. Jillian laid down beside him. She laid on her stomach with half of herself on his chest. She brought one arm across him and into the hair at the back of his head. He put his left arm around her back and held her tightly to him. She nestled her face against his neck as he started swing them slightly. The trees were covering them and providing them with enough shade that the temperature was comfortable.

" I wasn't talking about you when I said I hated him." She said. Daryl nodded, his chin rubbing against her head.

" I know that now, Babe." He said.

" Thank you for staying." She said. He started rubbing her back.

" Yeah. Don't think I could really stay away from you anyway." He said.

They stayed on the hammock for a while with him swinging them and rubbing her back. Her fingers were scratching against his head. Her fingers would slow down then sped up again, then slow down until they stopped. He brought his right hand to her chin and tilted her head up. Her eyes were closed and she was sleeping. He sighed and ran his fingers over her cheek. He touched her skin, sweeping his thumb across her cheek a few times before he took his hand away and held her closer to him. He tilted his head down to hers and listened to life in the camp around them.

No one bothered them and it didn't take long before Daryl fell asleep. They stayed on the hammock together for a few hours before he woke. A blanket had been placed over them. He knew it was one of Carol's blankets. The sun had set so he stretched his legs then squeezed her slightly. She sighed and her fingers opened then closed in his hair.

" Jillian, wake up. Gotta go into the tent." He whispered.

" I'm tired." She said.

" I know, come on. We'll go right back to sleep." He said. Jillian sighed as she pulled away.

Daryl took her hand and led her back to his tent. Her eyes lingered over to her mom's tent and he felt her slow her steps down. He turned and looked back at her. He followed her eyes to Carol's tent. He frowned and looked away. He didn't want her to sleep in Carol's tent again. He wanted her with him. He wanted to comfort her. Daryl shook his head and completely stopped walking. He looked back at Jillian.

" You wanna stay with her, tonight?" He asked. She looked back at him and blinked slowly.

" I don't know." She said. Jillian frowned and shook her head. " No."

" You sure about that?" He asked. She nodded.

" Just take me bed, Dixon." She said softly.

Once they reached the tent, Jillian walked slowly in first. She started making their bed right away. Daryl zipped it close then faced her. He watched her carefully as she laid the blankets out. He slipped his cross bow off then moved to his side of the bed, his eyes on her. Jillian's face was blank as she fixed everything and once she was done, she stood up straight and started to get undressed.

He set his cross bow down then turned around and sat on the blankets. He started undoing the laces of his boots while he listened to her getting undressed. He shook his head as he pulled off one boot then the other. He stood up and faced her, completely shocked that she was standing naked in front of him. He shook his head as she started towards him.

" I can't feel anything." She said. He tried not to let his eyes move over her body but he couldn't help it. She was pulling a strong reaction from him. His eyes went right in between her legs as he licked his lips without thinking.

" That's just cause you're upset." He said softly. Her hands came up to his wrists. She brought his hands to her breast and made him cup her.

" Do you remember those things Merle made you say to me when we found him at the farm house?" She asked. Daryl nodded as his hands took on a life of their own. He watched her nipples respond to him when his thumb swept over them.

" Yeah." He said. His thumbs started making light circles against her nipples.

" Was it true?" She asked. Daryl's eyes shifted up to meet hers.

" What?" He asked.

" Were you jacking off to me? Were you watching me, wanting to fuck me and be with me?" She whispered. Daryl swallowed hard while he continued touching her. He frowned but nodded slowly. A ghost of a smile was starting over her lips. A smile that did not reach her eyes. " Were you imaging yourself fucking me?" He nodded. " Am I living up to what you thought it was going to be like?"

" It's better." He admitted.

" I thought about you when I touched myself. I imaged it was your hand instead of mine. I pictured you kissing me and touching me." She said. Shock moved through Daryl. He had never imaged that. " But the first time you touched me, it was more amazing then I ever thought it was going to be. I need that feeling back." Jillian said. She took one of his hands and brought it down to cup her in between her legs. She closed her eyes. " Please." She whispered.

" You sure?" He asked. She was completely dry as he started touching her. She was usually wet before he even got near her center. The sadness on her face had completely deflated his hard on.

" I just need to feel something." She whispered. " Something only you can make me feel." For the first time since they met, she was not making him hard. Seeing her naked and touching her was doing nothing for him. Her face wasn't in it and he was having a hard time getting turned on.

" Lay down, Jill." He said softly. She pulled away and moved to the center of their bed. She laid down as he walked over to her.

He laid down on top of her and kissed her. She brought her hands to his face and sobbed slightly. He pulled away and grabbed the blankets. He pulled them over her and slipped down her. He knew there were no way he was going to be able to get hard with her crying but there was something he could do for her, something he wanted to do.

When he reached her stomach, he kissed it lightly before he slipped completely down her. He let his tongue licked down her center. Her hands came under the blankets and into his hair as her stomach hitched with a sob. He closed his eyes and lapped his tongue around her slowly and gently. She moaned as she cried. She was trembling and pulling his hair. He slipped one finger inside her, knowing once he found her inside spot, she'd fall over the edge quickly. He hoped that would give her something, would make her feel something.