* Please Review! : she is and he will. Caffiend04: I got that idea from my husband who informed me that he does indeed talk to his penis, LOL! Gurl234: Thanks! I try to make Daryl the way he is on the show and how Reedus, himself , said he wants to play Daryl.*

Daryl glanced up from his plate at her a few times while they ate but she wasn't looking up from her plate. She was sitting directly across from him at the dining room table. She would push her food around before eating anything. He was starving but forcing himself to eat slowly so he didn't look disgusting shoving food in his mouth. He looked back down at his plate and cleared his throat.

" You thinkin bout sumthin?" He asked.

" No." Harmony said, not looking at up him.

" Sure?" He asked. She sighed and looked up at him.

" What if they don't come back? Should we leave? Should we stay?" Daryl frowned and made a stab at his eggs before he shrugged.

" Thinkin...we should stay for a bit. Got enough food to last us a while. Got weapons they left behind. House boarded up and it lasted through the hoarde. I think, if we're careful, we can be safe here." Daryl said. Harmony nodded then dropped her eyes again.

" Okay because I'd really like to not go running around, you know?" Harmony asked. Daryl realised at that moment that the two of them hadn't been alone like that since their night together. He cleared his throat and started eating again. He was sure he was blushing as the memory started moving through him again.

" Ah..." He cleared his throat again. " I'm gonna check the fields after we eat. Gonna make sure ain't no crawlers out there."

" Okay." She said, pushing some more food around. " I will go with you. It will go faster with two of us doing it."

" You can't fire a gun." Daryl said, looking at her quickly.

" Well, I can't fire it well but Shane worked with me for a bit. I can put down a crawler." She defended. Daryl was frowning but she could see he was thinking. After a few minutes, he nodded and they both dropped their eyes.

" Sounds like a plan." He said. Silence was their friend for a while again.

" I haven't felt this unsure since we were at the CDC." Harmony said. " When we got there I thought everything was going to be safe and that we were going to be fine. I thought we could ride out everything there. That didn't happen. I thought the same thing when we got here and that didn't happen. I'm starting to run out steam." Harmony admitted, making Daryl look at her again. She sighed and shook her head as she looked at him again. " This needs to be it, Daryl. We need to make this work. I can't keep running. I understand things are unsafe but I just need...something. I need something as stable as I can get it and running from place to place isn't it. Can you understand that?"

" Yeah." Daryl said as he nodded. " Guess we better bust our ass to make shit safe then."

XXXXXX

Daryl and Harmony stood arms length from each other at the top of one of the fields after breakfast. Daryl had given her one of the guns with the instruction not to fire it unless she needed too. She was to whistle to him if she found a crawler and he would dispatch it with an arrow. Quick and quiet is what they wanted but he couldn't allow her to go out without a weapon.

" You ready?" Daryl asked, looking at her.

" Ready." Harmony said. Daryl nodded and looked out over the field again.

" Let's go." He said.

For the rest of the morning they moved as one unit. They searched through the tall grass cafefully, their eyes moving and taking everything in. Each field was checked slowly. By afternoon everything was checked out. No crawlers were found so they decided to head back to the house. They hadn't said a word to each other but her words were replaying in his mind. He had to admit to himself, he was worried about her. Right then she was all he had left in the world. He didn't want to be alone. He had been alone for a while and he liked having her around. He liked being around her. But he could understand what she was saying. He felt the same way. He was tired of running and just wanted to stay put. Daryl was determined to make her feel safe again.

She made them lunch, which they ate outside. While she cleaned up, Daryl rechecked all the boards on the windows. He caught glimpses of her through the slits in the boards. She had done the dishes and was in the process of moving their group's things up stairs to one of the bedrooms. She was quiet, too quiet. Then again, he wasn't really trying to strike up a conversation with her. He didn't know what to say to her so he didn't try.

By the evening, she was making dinner. He walked into the kitchen and pretended to be looking at the hem of his shirt. He cleared his throat but she didn't look up at him. She was stirring the sauce in the pot. She didn't even glance at him which made him think she was deep within her own thoughts. After a few minutes he sighed and dropped his shirt so he was looking fully at her.

" Thinkin we shouldn't have the lights on when it gets full dark, just in case. Maybe just a lantern. Could keep it real low." He said. She finally looked at him and blinked like she hadn't even known he was in the room with her.

" Yeah." She said, looking back at their dinner. " That's a good idea. Dinner's almost ready then I can turn off the lights."

" I'll go and get a lantern to use while we're eatin." He said.

Harmony watched as he walked out of the kitchen. A small wave of panic went through her when she realized she was alone. She did not want to be alone. She hadn't wanted to be alone when he was checking over the windows and she didn't want to be alone then either but she couldn't ask him to stay with her. That would make her look weak and she wanted to be strong in front of him. She didn't want him to think she was just another weak female who whined and cried all the time. She had never been that type of woman. She had always been strong and in control. She was not a victim.

Daryl locked up the house tight then joined her at the time. The lantern was sitting on the table but the light was low. Again, they were sitting across from each other. Daryl's arms were resting on the table as he leaned over his plate and ate. Harmony was eating but still not talking. He watched as she twisted her fork in the noodles before bring them to her small mouth. He liked the way her tongue darted out. It made his breath stop and remember how her tongue felt against his. His pants were growing tight and he was squeezing his stomach. He shifted his hips around slowly.

" I'm really tired so I think going to bed." Harmony said after dinner. " You going to bed too?"

" Figured so." Daryl said. Harmony nodded and stood up. She picked up her plate then reached over and grabbed his. He looked up and met her bright green eyes. She smiled shyly at him as she picked up his plate. " Dinner was good. You're...you're a good cook." Harmony laughed.

" Thanks but it was only spaghetti." She said.

" Was good." He commented, standing up. He followed after her as she moved towards to the kitchen.

" Well, if you liked that then wait until I really get cooking. I used to be a chef, you know." She commented.

" No shit?" Daryl asked.

" No shit. I was pretty damn good one if I do say so myself." She said.

" Good thing we picked you up then." Daryl said, watching as she set the plates in the sink. Harmony laughed again and he felt his heart lighten up.

" That's funny shit." She said. She turned around, still smiling as she looked at him. " When Shane brought me to the group I remember you stomped around and yelled about having another mouth to feed." Daryl set the lantern down on the island and stepped back as his face flushed.

" Was worried bout gettin food, that's all." He muttered. Harmony kept her smile while she walked towards him.

" You were acting like a spoiled child. I wanted to tell you to shut the fuck up and stop pouting but I was new to the group and didn't want to piss anyone off." She said.

" Would have pissed me off too." He said. Harmony nodded.

" Yeah. You used to have a pretty bad temper but you seemed to have calmed down now." She said as she reached him. She leaned her stomach against the island and brought her fingers to the counter. "You know, you and I haven't been alone since we..." Her voice trailed off as if she had started talking without thinking. They stared at each other. Her lips parted and he would swear that she was blushing. Daryl nodded.

" Yeah." He said softly, wanting to save them both some embarrassment. Harmony bit down into her lower lip and pushed away from the island.

" Well, I'm going to bed. Night." She said.

" Night." Daryl said.

XXXXXX

Daryl was laying in the darkness with his hands behind his head. He was staring at the ceiling, knowing she was laying just above him. He wondered if she was having as much trouble sleeping as he was. He was dead tired but sleep won't come. His mind was running through a million different thoughts and was refusing to shut down.

" Daryl?" A soft knock came at the same time she said his name. Daryl sat up with a frown.

" What?" He asked because it didn't occur to him that he should get up. Harmony opened the bedroom door and slipped in, closing the door behind her. She crossed the room quickly and picked up the blankets. " What are you doin?" He hissed in a panic. He was hard and didn't want her to know. He was only in his boxers and a wife beater. All she had to do was look under the blankets and she'd see him.

" I'm scared." She admitted in a soft voice. " I don't want to be alone." She didn't wait for him to respond. She slipped into the bed and under the blankets. She turned so she wasn't facing him, laying on her left side. Slowly Daryl laid back down. He couldn't blame her. He was a little nervous himself.

" Ah...got both those windows open so if anything comes up, I'll hear it." He said into the darkness.

" Okay." Harmony said. He tighten his mouth and shook his head.

' That was a stupid ass thing to say.' He thought to himself.

" Good night." She said softly. Her voice sounded tired.

" Night." He muttered.

He woke up only a few times that night. The first time was when she rolled over and move over to him. She snuggled into his back while he was on his side. She took a hold of his shirt and rubbed her face into him. Daryl had froze, unsure of what to do or how to handle what she was doing. The next time was when he was sleeping on his back and her head came to rest against his chest and her arm around his waist. Harmony was a night snuggler and that was a surprise to him. When everyone was hugging after Sophia's and Dale's death, she had stayed tightly wrapped up in herself. She never hugged anyone, not that he had seen. She had almost been as closed up to the others as he had been. But now she was sleeping, wrapping herself around him and it didn't feel bad, Daryl let himself admit. Didn't feel bad at all to have her holding on to him.