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During the night Jillian had tossed and turned in her sleep. A few times she cried out for her sister. A few other times she seemed to be fighting someone, making Daryl wonder even more about what had happen to them that they didn't want to talk about. When she would cry or start to fight, Daryl would talk quietly to her and calm her down for a while. He'd pull her to him, dodging her punches kicks. He'd run his hands through her hair until she'd calm down again. It went on the entire night.

The group decided to leave the area the next day. Rick wanted to go to the CDC. He heard about a possible cure and thought it was worth a chance. Daryl had buried Jocelyn first thing in the morning. He had went to Amy and asked her to watch over Jillian while he was gone. He didn't want her to see what he was doing. Amy and Andrea took over care of Jillian for him.

Daryl took one of their blankets and spread it on the ground. He carefully cut his arrow so it wasn't just sticking out of Jocelyn's head. He picked her up and placed her in the center of the blanket. Gently he wrapped the blanket around her and tied it with some string. Rick joined him and together they dug a large hole in silence. Daryl took her shoulders while Rick took her legs and they carefully lowed her into the ground then covered her with the dirt. He was surprised by how upset he was. He wasn't sure if it was because Jocelyn was Jillian's sister, and she was upset, or because Jocelyn looked so much like Jillian that he kept imaging he was placing her, instead of Jocelyn, in the ground.

Jillian was laying in his tent when he got back. Amy told him she had gotten up, brushed her teeth, ate, then laid back down. Daryl washed his hands quickly then came into the tent. Her eyes were open but she didn't knowledge him. Daryl sat on his knees behind her back, not sure what to say to her but knowing they had to pack up and leave soon. She had balled her blanket up under her head and was using his blanket as a cover. Her face was buried into it.

" Did you bury or burn her?" Jillian asked.

" I buried her." Jillian turned to her back and looked at him.

" Will you show me?" She asked.

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Jillian stood in front of the make shift grave with her hands clasped in front of her. Her face was pale and her eyes were still dull. Daryl stood behind her, his cross bow resting against his leg as he watched her. The wind blew through her long hair making her reach up and tucked some strands behind her ears. Then she covered her face with her hands and sank down to her knees. Daryl tensed up, not knowing if he should come to her or leave her alone. Her shoulders were shaking and he knew she was crying. He cursed to himself then walked over to her as she sat down.

Daryl slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him as he came to her side. Jillian turned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as the tears flowed down her cheeks. His arms were around her waist, with one hand flat against her back. Her tears were wetting his neck. He didn't know what to say. He remembered what he felt like when he lost his brother. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she spoke.

" I have nothing left. I have no one now." She said softly against his skin. Daryl closed his eyes and buried his face into her hair.

" Don't think like that. It ain't true." He said. Jillian pulled away and dropped her arms.

" I want to leave." He tried to look into her eyes but she won't meet his. He felt a stab of fear go through him. He had never seen anyone look as lost as she did. A few minutes later, the group was attacked again by walkers, moving even more members.

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After everyone was calmed down, people were buried and their stuff was packed up, the remaining group members started down the road. Glen had tried to talk to Jillian, to tell her what had happen but she stopped him every time. She didn't want to know what had really gone on, she wasn't ready to talk about Jocelyn yet. She assured him she wasn't upset with him, but that was it. She went right back to not talking. No one else tried to talk to her, they saw the look in Daryl's eyes when they looked at her. He was shooting everyone warning looks.

Jillian was riding in Daryl's truck as they drove towards the CDC. She was curled up into herself with her head was against the seat. She had the window down and was looking out at the scenery that went past her. The breeze felt good against their skin. Her color was coming back but she still seemed lost in her own thoughts. He wanted to talk to her but didn't know what to say and thought it was best to leave her to her thoughts. The only time she moved was when she pulled her hair into a messy bun.

Once they reached the CDC and got inside, Jillian reached out and took his shirt. Daryl glanced behind him at her then took her hand. He interlaced their fingers as they followed the doctor down the hallway to the rooms. Daryl didn't ask her if she wanted to stay with him, he just pulled her into his room and shut the door. He wasn't sure it was a good idea to leave her alone yet.

" The doc said we could take showers. You go first." He said. She looked at him then nodded and went into the bathroom off their room.

Daryl laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling while he listened to the water. When he first met her, he would never had guessed he would be sharing a room and bed with her, listening to her shower and wishing he was under the water with her. Of course, he would have never guessed the world would end either and he'd lose his brother.

Him and Merle had found the bar by chance and decided to check it out. She was working and they were hooked. They came back a few times before Merle started talking to her. They were surprised at easy she seemed to get along with them. Most people didn't like him or his brother but she just took what Merle gave her and gave it back to him. It didn't take long before Merle started calling the bar to get her schedule. If Merle knew Daryl liked her, he never let on.

After everyone was showered they met up in the dining hall and had dinner together. Everyone was having some drinks and getting loosen up. Even Jillian was drinking and smiling more. She moved through the room, not knowing his eyes were on her. She moved over to Glen and asked to talk to him. They moved to the back of the room with drinks. Jillian slipped on top of a counter while Glen leaned beside her.

Daryl took a swig of his beer while he leaned against another counter across the room. He watched as Jillian and Glen talked. A few times Glen seemed to be tearing up but Jillian would place her hand on his shoulder and he'd smile. After a while Jillian pulled Glen into a hug. She closed her eyes and seemed to sigh. Glen wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. Daryl tighten his hold of his bottle and narrowed his eyes. He turned away and decided to join the conversation that was going on, surprising everyone. He needed a distraction. It didn't take long before he felt a small hand slip around his arm.

" I have to lay down, I'm buzzing. If I drink anymore I'm going to get emotional" Jillian said as she came close to him. She was speaking low into his ear. He realized her front was pressed against his right leg and her mouth was brushing against his skin as she spoke. " Just take me back to the room then you can come back. I don't remember the way." She said.

Daryl carefully led her back to their room. As soon as he stood up, he realized just how much he had drank too. Jillian had her arm linked with his as they made their way through the hallway. She had one hand on his arm and the other on the wall as they walked. They weren't saying a word to each other as they weaved and walked slowly. He had no intention of leaving her alone.

Once back in the room, Jillian sat on the bed while Daryl went into the bathroom to get some water. She slipped off her shoes and took off her bra. She tossed them on the floor then stood up and went to her bag. She took out her little shorts and faced the bed. With a sigh, she went to the bed and crawled under the covers. Daryl came into the room and saw her hands moved around under the covers.

" Just stay there." She said. " I'm changing." She said with a small smile. It didn't take long before she pulled her jeans out from under the covers. She tossed them to floor and turned her back to him. "Don't worry. I have shorts on under the blankets, I'm not naked or anything." She said with her eyes closed.

After Daryl changed his clothes and turned off the lights, he got into bed with her. They didn't say anything to each other for a while. He couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not because she wasn't facing him. He was feeling annoyed and put out that she had been so friendly with Glen and not with him even though he had been taking care of her.

" I promised Jocelyn I would never talk about what happen to us." She finally said softly. " But since she is dead, does the promise still count?" She asked.

" I'd say if you got sumthin that bothers you, she'd want you to talk to sumone you trust." Daryl said. She sighed but didn't say anything for a few minutes.

" We were raped." She said, making his stomach drop.