Hi guys! Quick update cause I can't sleep. I'm just amping you guys up, I feel like if real Daryl would have romance awkward and it take forever it would be just as good that way here. But don't worry we'll get there..

Chapter 6

Daryl walked over to Glenn's room in the farmhouse, 'damn a lot of rooms to fit everyone in the group' Daryl thought. Glenn and T-Dog shared a room. T-Dog was with Rick so Daryl knocked and entered, "Glenn", Daryl called with his rough voice. "Uh what's up?" Glenn asked still a bit timid. He was also more comfortable with Daryl. "Was wonderin'.. Uh can I wash up in yur' uh" Daryl was cut off. "Yeah of course man" Glenn assured. Daryl nodded at him and walked in and locked the door. Daryl was impressed that Glenn chose for the two in that room for shampoo and body wash. The body wash was a chilling sensation from Irish Spring, and hair heaven to him due to how soft the bottle of Fructis was. He washed out his hair completely making it almost silky and rinsed his body off, making it smell like a man during a good fuckin' night.

Daryl dried up and stepped out the shower to see his clothes weren't on the bathroom. 'Shit' he thought, remembering he left it on the floor of the room. Daryl sneakily peeked out the door and saw Glenn was gone. 'Went to screw around with the lil' one' he smirked. He walked over to the bed and walked back towards the bathroom and Beth came in. "Hey, Glenn.." She choked seeing Daryl almost naked, she shrieked and ran out. Daryl was frozen and felt like asking Rick to shoot him right then and there. He turned red, almost blew up and changed into his gray Hanes boxers as well as a tight sleeveless brown cotton shirt. He threw on a pair of gray/blue jeans ripped in both knees, and put on his boots which gave him an inch making him look 6'1. He was the tallest after Rick and Shane falling short by an inch. But it was unarguably correct Daryl had the most muscle. Daryl let a sigh escape from his lips before exiting the room.

Rick entered the barn with T-Dog behind him, he had a strong hold on Randall. T-Dog shut the barn doors behind him and Rick eased his grip on Randall throwing him onto the floor. "Answers only, I ask the questions" Rick said dominantly. "Where are your people camped out, and why are you here lookin' at us through the woods?" Rick demanded while T-Dog cuffed him to a wood pipe against the wall. "There's not much.." Randall stopped and saw Rick pull his revolver out, cocking it. "Wait wait wait! Alright alright were camped not too far from town. A bit far from here, I was just sent for lookout on living, nothing else I swear." Randall tried.

"How'd you know we were here?" Rick asked narrowing his eyes sharply. He reached in Randall's pockets finding pen and paper with directions. "You're trapping us!" Rick figured approaching Randall. T-Dog tensed and Randall was frightened. "No wait it's not..-" he was cut off by Rick's fist slamming his cheek sending him down on the floor bleeding. He was sure he was gonna have a puffy cheek and a black eye.

Maggie sat out on the front porch staring at Daryl's bike, while she was sitting on the bench directly over and front of it. It looked tough and old school, something Daryl would ride. "Interested?" He asked smirking at her interest in his bike. "Sort of" she lied,"I've never had the time before to ride a motorcycle. But it looks fun, kinda like crossbows" she mentioned smiling at him. He liked that she preferred his style a lot, he couldn't lie he did as well. She got up and tugged at his arm, and he pulled it back. "Wha' woman?" He asked. He wasn't gonna give up his dominant title of 'don't touch me, don't fuckin talk to me, don't look at me'. "Oh don't be so cramped Daryl, are you busy?" She noticed his scent and tried resisting him, he smelled so manly but soft. The mix between men's body wash and anyone's shampoo, it was perfect and she wanted to cling on to him.

He had to admit, she was tempting. He didn't exactly wanna pull away but he wasn't exactly ready for all the touchy feely funny shit. But her hair looked so silky and smelled so exotic. 'Citrus or somthin' ah some shit like that.' He noticed the scent as she stood up and her body just smelled sweet.

He stood up, "Nah, let's go?" He answered and asked. "You wanna watch a movie or something? It's getting dark and no one's gonna be there so you don't have to be embarrassed of anything." She teased. "Eh, you got some Clint Eastwood or some Romeo and Juliet shit?" He teased right back. She elbowed his rib lightly and she opened the door. "Let's take the long way, 'round" he told her. She nodded smiling, they made their way around and entered the house. "So.. Basement?" He asked. "How'd Ya know?" Maggie was surprised. "Lucky guess Maggie" it was common sense or was the basement. They made their way down the stairs and flipped on the T.V. After 2 minutes of arguing, they settled on "No Country For Old Men."

It was quite an interesting movie and they both fell asleep as the credits minutes later, Beth and Glenn sneaked down the basement to sneak the last condom and noticed they were curled up on the sofa, "Damn it,let's take the stable?" She asked. He was so hard from her frustration and nodded as they left.

"The sooner, the better for ya'" Rick advised him. He let him know he wouldn't leave alive without spilling. T-Dog was standing watch, "2 miles from town, 3 cabins have 11 beds. There's 12 of us and I'm not looking for battle." "Then why did you sneak up on us and run away from Daryl?" Rick asked smirking devilishly. "We're taking a route and you're coming. If you wanna live, you're a part of this now. You'll leave alive when the problem's are resolved." Rick promised. Rick wouldn't let the group fall ever again.

Glenn dropped the used condom and placed a kiss on Beth's lips as they both dressed up. "Beth?" "What's up ?" She asked. "Well I was wondering if Uh.. I Mean I really like you and.." He stuttered. "Say it" she smiled. He sighed "would you be my girlfriend?" He asked timidly and gasped when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, pulling her close by her lower back, he kissed her hard. She pulled back catching her breath, "Yes" she managed.

Shane was tired, sitting in the kitchen with the Atlanta group. Man he was beat. Literally.

"So can I try it yet?" Carl asked reaching for the bottle of wine, then Lori's glass. "No, last time you almost threw up" Lori reminded him giggling along with Andrea and Carol. Dale approached Shane. "Everything alright son?" He was worried, so he pulled him along the staircase. "I know what happened between you and Rick. It isn't hard but don't bury yourself over it, let's take a walk." He and Shane left through the back

Shane liked Dale and was glad to have him around today. He didn't like what he tried to do to Otis that gloomy day. He was alive and with Patricia, which made Shane feel better. They heard a thud from the barn wall and headed straight there guns in hand.

Maggie slightly woke up, feeling enveloped by strong arms. She was pressed against the man of her dreams at the moment, he was deep asleep as well. She found her own arms wrapped around his waist, and his wrapped around her shoulders. Her face was rested on his collar bone, and felt his nose and mouth just almost pressed against her head. Which gave him smell and taste, if he wanted. Maggie finally got to smell him over and chose to snuggle closer to him feeling great against his large form. She lifted her head and barely touched his chin with her lips. She buried her head back on his collarbone and drifted back to sleep.

Dale and Shane entered the barn to see T-Dog in front of him with Rick deeper inside holding a boy. "What's going on?" Dale asked wide-eyed to Rick. "Daryl found this kid stalkin' our group in the woods. I've been freezing my ass off, anyone wanna try to get this?" He looked at the three men. "I'll have a talk with him, try." Shane cleared his throat staring at Rick, and both Dale and T-Dog noticed the tension. "Thank you" Rick said awkwardly, the both of them mentally making amends and Rick patted Shane as the three exited the barn.

Hershel was awakened by the screen door opening, and made his way to shower and get ready for the dinner Lori, Andrea, and Carol promised. He was a cute old man but made sure to let Maggie know since she was usually goofing around, maybe with Daryl. He started to really like Daryl knowing he changed, to make Maggie happy. Hershel didn't have a reason to mind his relationship with her. He walked over to her room and knocked but got no response, nor from the porch so he went to the basement to see her curled up with Daryl tightly. He smiled widely, he knew things were getting different. He went up to his storage and grabbed a camera without sound and stopped at the middle of the stairs. He focused the camera and clicked the picture knowing this was somewhat the start of something.

Daryl's eyes slightly cracked open when a cold breeze hit him, and maybe that's why he let this random body touching draped over him. No, this was Maggie, she looked so peaceful and beautiful when she was asleep. The soft breathing of her pressed on him had him a bit ticklish but so comfortable. He wouldn't wanna wake her and he felt very warm, along with no one knowing they were here. He thought. Her sweet strong scent was still on her and he couldn't help but inhale it. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't know why he kissed her head and pulled her close and felt her squeeze him closer, making a soft noise. She closed her eyes again after feeling his lips on her head. 'Daryl Dixon' held her and kissed her head. She played around with the thought. The weather was now approaching winter so they were very comfy.

He was staring to wonder, 'Is this what it feels like?' No he had to be wrong. His eyelids started to get heavy and he closed his eyes drifting into a deep sleep.

Well, Daryl probably finds out he has feelings for her soon, and shits gonna get crazy by the end of this little arc. Yes maybe 3 or 4 chapters til things change immensely. Enjoy!