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Over the next few days Harmony was quiet, more quiet then usual. Daryl watched her as carefully as he could but during the day he checked the fields and the woods a lot, just to make sure no walkers were creeping around on them. She cooked for them, checked over the boards on the windows and took care of the animals while he was out. At night she would come into his room and sleep. He would never admit it to anyone but that was his favorite part of the day.

" So I have been thinking." Harmony announced on their fifth day alone. She sat down on the steps beside him. He had a stack of sticks in front of him and on his lap. He was just starting to make some arrows.

" Bout what?" Daryl asked. He glanced at her for a second before he looked back at the sticks.

" Well, we have meat in Hershel's freezers down stairs but that's only going to last so long. You hunt pretty fast but it would go faster if I helped. I could skin and gut what you catch." She said. Daryl's hands froze as he frowned. He looked at her slowly again.

" You know how?" Harmony bit into her lower lip and shook her head. " You want me to teach you?"

" You're kind of going to have too." Harmony said.

" You know you gonna get blood and shit on you." Daryl said.

" Yeah but what choice do we have?" She asked. Daryl nodded and looked back to his work.

" Guess we can start tomorrow then." He said. He started cutting into the wood as he spoke.

" Yeah but I don't know how to ride a horse either so I will have to ride with you." She said. Daryl's hands froze as he looked up and over the front yard. He hadn't thought about that. Harmony sighed and stood up. " I'm going to get dinner started." She put her hand on his shoulder as she turned around and started up the stairs. To his surprise she squeezed him before her hand slipped away from him completely.

" Fuck me." He grumbled when the screen door slammed shut.

How the hell was he going to be able to handle having her so close to him while they are out? He barely kept it together at night when she was sleeping and cuddling him. His hands tighten on the stick as he continued to stared straight ahead. She was going to be pressed against his back. Her legs would be against his. She would put her arms around his waist like she did when they were on the bike. Her breasts would be touching him.

* Snap *

The sound of the stick breaking made Daryl jump. He dropped the stick as his face grew hot. He glanced behind him but she was nowhere to be seen. He looked back over the yard and started swallowing repeatedly to try and cool himself down. He was breathing hard and squinting. He pushed the other sticks off his lap and jumped up. He moved over to the screen door.

" Goin out to the barn! Be back!" He called out.

" Okay! Dinner will be ready in a bit!" Harmony called back.

Harmony went to the window over the sink and looked through one of the slots as Daryl hurried out to the animal barn. She watched as he looked around, knowing he was searching for walkers. His shoulders were tense and there was a moment where she wished she could do something to put him at ease. Daryl was always tense. He was the most tense man she had ever met. Harmony frowned as she accidentally pulled the tab off the canned corn she was going to make for them. She swore, looked down at the can and frowned.

" What the hell am I going to do with this?" She snapped to herself.

She started looking through the drawers for a can opener. When she searched through everything, and didn't find one, she picked up the can and headed out of the kitchen. She walked through the dining room and out of the front door. She figured Daryl could open the can with his knife. She started tossing the can back and forth as she walked quietly through the yard. She came up on the barn after a few minutes and slipped into the door Daryl had left open. She heard his hard breathing and her heart stopped as she found him.

Daryl was on the other side of the a stall, his back to her. His head was back and there was no doubt what he was doing to himself. She held her breath, knowing she should walk away but what was going on in front of him was turning her on. She could see his right shoulder working at the same time his left arm came up and slammed against the top of the stall. His knuckles went white as he clutched it. And then he groaned and Harmony was sure she heard her name in it. He started to slump down and Harmony started to back away.

Daryl's eyes were shut when his ass hit the floor of the barn. He groaned again to himself as his legs went out straight ahead of him. He was holding his shop rag over him so that when he came, it went on the rag and not all over him. His chest was heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. Why the hell did Harmony have to be the star of his private time? He knew why. Because she was only real naked girl he had seen and touched in a long time and he wanted her, bad. He shook his head and opened his eyes. The next time he had to make a run into town, he was going to raid the gas station for a play boy or some other porn magazine so he didn't have to think about her.

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Harmony's face flushed when she saw him heading back to the house. Holy shit was she turned on. The only better then knowing what he had been doing would have been seeing him do it. The morning after their night together at the CDC, she had woken up before him and hurried across the hall to her room. She was so hung over she had known she was going to throw up and she did not want to do that in his bathroom, where he could hear her. Afterwards, she had brushed her teeth, taken a quick shower then waited for him in the kitchen.

But he walked in and never said a word to her. And things stayed like that between them. After they fled the CDC and hit the road, he hardly looked at her. She had been hurt and angry but when Sophia went missing, she had pushed it aside to help the group. When they settled into the farm and nothing changed between the two of them, she chalked their night up to him just wanting to get laid. She had went to him because she liked him and the Southern Comfort had given her the push she had needed to put herself out there. He had taken what he wanted and that was it. Harmony's anger over the night came flooding back to her suddenly.

" Barn's clean." Daryl's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She glanced at him then back at the sink where she had been washing the same dish over and over again.

" Oh...ah, okay." Harmony said.

" Gonna wash my hands then I can help you." He said. Harmony turned around and he was surprised to see she looked angry.

" I need to wash clothes tomorrow. I'll just wash yours with mine." She said as she came towards the island. She pushed the can towards him. " Can you open that for me and do you want me to wash that shop rag you carry? Thing has to be dirty." Daryl's hand shot back to his right pocket where the rag was.

" No. It's fine." He muttered. There was no way she was going to touch that, not when it was covered in his cum.

" Whatever. Just open that for me." Harmony snapped.

She walked around the island and to the stove where she was cooking pork chops. Daryl frowned but moved towards the center of the island where the can was. She was pissed for some reason. He took his knife out and jammed it into the can lid. He stared at her back while he worked at the can. She was filled with tension and he wanted to know what was wrong with her.

" Sumthin wrong?" He asked.

" No." Harmony said. Daryl narrowed his eyes sharply.

" Seems like it." He said. Harmony wiped around with her eyes flashing.

" There are dead people running around trying to eat us. Excuse the fuck out of me if I'm not smiles and lolli pops all the time. Maybe tomorrow I can be Mary Poppins for you but for today I'm not in the mood." Daryl's frown deepen while they stared at each other. She turned back around and went back to their dinner.

" Whatever." Daryl muttered as he walked out of the kitchen.

She didn't say anything to him or even look at him while they ate. He had both arms on the table and kept stealing glances at her but she wasn't looking up from her plate. He didn't understand what she had to be pissed over. Yeah, shit was going down in the world but they were safe for now besides if anyone had the right to be pissed off it was him. She was the one who had left him hanging at the CDC.

That night he laid in the bed and waited for her but when she didn't come, he grew tired. He rolled over to his right side and stared at the wall. He would never understand women. He would never get their mood swings. Maybe it was a good thing that she didn't come into his room. He was annoyed with the way she acting. He frowned into the darkness. There was only one answer for her weird behavior

Harmony's hand was shaking as she reached for the door knob to his room. She didn't want to crawl in bed with him but she was scared. She hoped he was sleeping as she quietly opened the door. She slipped into the room and saw him laying, not facing her. She closed the door then started towards the bed. She would just sleep as far from him as she could.

" You ain't gonna be able to go with me into the woods tomorrow." Daryl's voice made her shoulders drop. He knew she was coming to his bed. She should have known she couldn't sneak up on Daryl Dixon.

" Why not?" She asked without sitting down. Daryl rolled over onto his back and looked across the bed to her.

" If you're on your period, and there's walkers out there, they gonna smell it." He said. Harmony's mouth dropped open.

" What?" She asked in disbelief.

" If you're bleedin they gonna smell it." Daryl said.

" Why the hell would you think I'm on my fucking period?" She snapped. Daryl pushed himself up with his arms behind him. His palms were flat on the mattress, completely supporting his weight.

" Cuz you're pissed off. You were fine 'fore you started makin dinner but then you just pissed for no reason." He said.

" For no reason?" She asked. " How the hell would you know if I had a reason or not?" Daryl shrugged his shoulders.

" Don't. You got one?" He asked. Harmony shook her head.

" You know what? Never fucking mind." She spun around and stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind her. Daryl shook his head and allowed himself to collapse back onto the bed. His hands came to rest against his stomach.

" I ain't ever gonna understand her." He said to himself.