I don't know exactly how long I've been resting here. The last thing I can recall doing was listening to Dale and Carol talking. I couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, the fact that they were more than a few feet away, but I also didn't really care. I was still hung up on the fact that part of our group is away. I didn't want to care as much as I did, that way I wouldn't worry like this or maybe I could put just the slightest bit of trust in these people to return to us safely. I don't want to worry for them, I don't want to be afraid, I just want to get along with my daily routine throughout the camp, I know that's what Glenn would want of me. Andrea would want the same of Amy, and Morales for his family. They wouldn't want us to get hung up about this, they were going to return back to us just the same as they left, without a scratch on them.

As I thought about the family members and friends that left us this morning, Daryl Dixon worked his way into my brain. Was he feeling this way about his brother? Did he feel it worse than I was? Or even Amy or anyone else? I know he would never say a word about it, but I had a feeling that Daryl felt the same thing I was feeling. I hadn't seen the man since this morning when Merle left. Daryl stood a ways off from the rest of the group and was sharpening his hunting tools, he didn't even look up as the scavengers piled into that red pickup. As that truck slowly pulled away from the camp this morning, I still remember looking around at the people that stayed behind. I glanced at Daryl when I was doing that. Though he didn't bother to look up before, I saw his eyes move so they peered in the direction that the truck had left in. But as soon as he looked up, his gaze returned down to his tools again.

A quick moving figure drew me from my flashback of earlier today. I turned my head to see what had moved. With a string of squirrels slung over his left shoulder, crossbow gripped tight in his right hand, Daryl walked over to his tent. Bending over, he gently laid his crossbow down on the dirt then plopped the string of squirrels a little less gracefully. He slumped down next to his bow and pulled his hunter's knife from his belt, taking the first squirrel from the string. I would guess that he was about to start skinning.

"Hey can I talk you?" I heard a deep voice say from behind me.

I looked behind me to see Shane standing a little ways away from where I was sitting. He stood putting all his weight on one foot with his arms crossed. His stance said "We need to talk, now" but his expression told me that I wasn't in any kind of trouble.

"Yeah, sure." I said slowly rising from my seat.

I saw Shane start to walk slowly a little ways away from everyone else, so I followed him. A few feet behind him I watched him walk. The muscles in his shoulders and upper back looked tense and were visible through his skin as he walked. He walked to the side of the RV and then stopped and turned around to face me. He returned to the same stance that he adorned before our walk over here. But again his facial features showed no aggravation or irritation that usually went along with that pose. No, but only concern covered his face. Dark eyes held confusion, worry, and the slightest bit of hesitation within them.

"What's up Shane? Is something going on?" I asked him.

He just continued to look at me for another second or so.

"You okay, Grimes?" he asked me unfolding his arms from his chest so that they could rest comfortably on his hips.

My face fell a little at the question, but I quickly revived my expression. Apparently Shane had caught it though, because he stepped a little closer to me.

"Yeah. Of course I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" I asked jokingly.

"I don't know Liv, you tell me. You've been acting all strange and standoffish for the last couple hours."

I looked at his face. It twisted more with concern each second I stayed silent.

"I don't know." I said looking away from his face to the ground or the sky, anywhere but his face.

He raised his hand and gripped the upper part of my right arm right below my shoulder.

"Come on Liv. What's goin' on?"

I didn't answer him still not looking at his face.

"Liv, you can tell me if something's wrong, you know that. Just wanna help s'all." Shane said loosening his grip on my arm.

My eyes began to water a little. I kept blinking to try to keep the oncoming tears at bay, I don't need them spilling over, I shouldn't be crying. But of course there's always that one traitor tear that worked it's way down from my eye and onto my cheek, trekking south from there.

Shane lifted his hand and wiped the tear away from my chin and pulled me into him as he wrapped his arms around me. Just as my head hit his chest, tears began to spill over and down my face. He just held me there 'sshing' me.

"Whatever it is that's botherin' ya Liv, it'll be alright. I know it's gonna be, okay?" He asked moving his face so that he looked down at me.

"Okay?" He repeated his question.

I looked up at him and nodded my head.

It was going to be okay. Shane was right, everything would be okay. Glenn would come back and I don't have to worry, because everything's going to be okay.

Shane lifted his arms from around me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I raised my head to look up at his face. He smiled at me and then took his hands off of me. He looked over my shoulder at the sullen group of people who were wallowing in pity. His smile faded into a frown at the group. His gaze came back to my face and the smile returned.

"How bout we get those people back on their feet?" He asked me.

I smiled just a bit and wiped the remaining tears from my tearstained face and nodded.

"I think it'd be good to get it off their minds." I say as we start to walk back over to the group.

"And yours." Shane said still walking straight.

I turned my head to look at him, but he never lifted his sights from the group. Once we were a few feet away from them, Shane loudly clapped his hands together. He demanded everyone's attention and they all stared at him as the small conversations ceased.

"Now, I know that some of you got people who left this morning, but we can't stop doing things to help out around here. So what do ya guys say? Let's all get back on our feet and get through what's left of the day." Shane said to all of them.

Everyone just looked at him.

"He's right. They wouldn't want us just sittin' around." I said, standing with my arms crossed.

Now all their sights shifted to me. I shifted on the balls of my feet and turned my eyes to the ground. I didn't want all of the attention on me. A few seconds later Carol rose to her feet and looked at me and Shane then started to walk away from the group. After her, everyone else in the group started to get up from their resting places and started to disperse.

I walked up to where Shane was standing and stood right beside him. I looked up at him. He amazed me, the influence he had over these people. They listened to him and followed his authority. He's riskin' his life to lead these people, I could never do that, but I'm glad I'm here to witness Shane do it. It makes me wonder if I could do it someday.

I gently put my hand on his arm and leaned closer to him. He whipped his head around to me. I smiled up at him and he returned it.

"Hey now, guess we should follow their lead, huh?" he asked chuckling.

"Or…" I trailed off.

I started moving my hand up and down his arm lightly while staring at his eyes. He continued to look down at me. I noticed his eye grew some shades darker than his already dark brown eyes. His jaw tightened and I saw him swallow hard.

"I did say I would make it up to you.." I trailed off again. I moved my hand away from his arm and started to walk towards Dale who was seated on top his RV.

"Dale! Can you watch Carl for a bit? I'm gonna go look for herbs that we could use." I yelled up to him.

Dale looked down and nodded to me. I turned my head to see Shane walk off into the forest. I turned fully and went over to Mine and Carl's tent to grab a small bucket then rushed off into the forest after Shane.

I tried to be quiet, but I was rushing and the leaves were crunching and twigs were snapping under my hurrying feet. I couldn't think straight. Only one thing was on my mind and that was Shane. I kept hearing the 'crunch crunch; of the leaves and foliage under my feet. I wasn't paying any attention to of the sounds or things around me. If there was a walker anywhere near me, I would've been dead within a few moments. I heard one loud crunch, though, that snapped me out of my daze. All of a sudden, birds were flying away in the opposite direction that I was. Then there was another loud crunch. I kept whipping my head around to try and locate the source of the loud noise, but I was unable to find it. I felt something wrap around my face and cover mouth. I tried to make some sort of noise, but the hand blocked any way that sound could've escaped. I dropped the bucket I had in my hand too. The hand pulled my around. I was mentally preparing myself to be face to face with a walker.

"Sssh Sssh Sssh"

I open my eyes to see not a walker, but Shane holding his hand over my mouth. Shane moved us so were on the ground and he was on top of me. I smiled under his hand. I moved one hand that was holding his hand that covered my mouth. I started lightly hitting his arm. Chuckling he let go of my mouth slowly.

"You tryin' to kill me? You scared the shit out of me." I laughed still hitting his arm.

"I was stayin' quiet for a reason. Unlike someone, little missy." He said.

"Oh shut it." I said

As soon as I was done talking, Shane swooped down and took my mouth in his. He started moving his lips against mine slowly. As I start to move my lips with his, my hands slowly and carefully made their way up his arms and hooked themselves around the back of his neck. My fingers gingerly played with the small, dark curls that sat at the base of his neck. Shane started to move his lips faster and he pushed them harder to mine. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and immediately found mine. They pushed against each other, fighting for dominance, I was losing horribly. His right hand no longer rested on the forest floor beneath us, but traveled so that it sat on my stomach, just under my chest. He started moving that hand towards the center of my stomach, then down from there.

Once I felt his fingers graze just above my jean shorts, I let a small noise that escaped from the back of my throat as my hips pushed up a little to meet his hand. He pulled away from my lips to sit back up on his knees. His moved so that his other hand rested on my shorts along with his right one. His hands skillfully started to undo my belt from my jean loops. Once the belt was open I untucked my 'Jack Daniels' muscle tee out from my shorts as he bent down to my pants and took the zipper in his mouth. He pulled the zipper down, successfully opening my shorts. I quickly unbuttoned them then reached up to Shane's clothes. He had already started unbuttoning his shirt as I reached his belt. I unhooked his belt so that it lay limply in his pant loops. He removed his shirt and through it somewhere to the side, not caring where it landed. We'd find it later.

Once his pants were undone, Shane kicked them off and quickly bent back down to me. He pushed my shirt up my waist so that it rested just below my chest. His mouth grazed a small area of skin on my stomach right above my underwear line. He stuck his tongue out so that it made contact with my skin. It trailed up to the edge of my shirt and then he lifted his head to look at my face. My head rolled back in the dirt as his tongue dipped down to my stomach again, licking up my skin.

I lifted my head to look at Shane. His eyes looked up at me as his chin rested right above my belly button. They were dark, almost black. They looked so passionate and devilish and seeking to be touched. The look in his eyes caused my desire to skyrocket. I moved my arms across my chest and grabbed the ends of my shirt, then lifting over my head, effectively taking it off. As soon as my tee hit the ground, Shane threw his lips back to mine. Shane's hand moved it's way down my bare stomach to my underwear. His fingers played with the edge of my panties then he trailed the back of them further down. His fingers stopped moving. I felt his hand cup my heat. I could feel the pad of his thumb pressing into me. He started to move his thumb in small circles while his fingers brushed against my underwear.

My head hit the ground again. I could feel my breath slightly labor . My groin started to ached a little as Shane pressed his hand harder into me. A moan started to work it's way up my throat, I tried to push it back down but it came out anyway. I managed to turn the moan into a small sound, I couldn't really tell what it was. I was really hoping that Shane didn't hear it but from the smirk that grew on his face and the way his eyes became even darker told me that he did.

Shane stopped moving his hand and moved it back up to the lining of my underwear. He sat back a little and brought his other hand and quickly slipped my underwear halfway down my legs to my knees. He sat further back up on his knees still holding my panties in his hands. I lifted my legs so he could pull them all the way down. Once they were off of my legs, Shane threw them over in the same direction he threw his shirt.

Shane moved his body so it was covering mine. His skin against mine caused my body to buzz, like the strum of a guitar. He bent down and his lips brushed my skin. Shane moved his hands slowly down my sides to my legs. His hands rested right above my knees, spreading my legs apart. Though it was warm out, the air felt cold against my inner thighs. I shivered. Shane moved his lips away from my neck and moved his head so we were face to face. I looked at his lips and was suddenly filled with the urge to press my lips against his. I leaned up and swiftly took his lips in mine. He slowly pushed his tongue through my lips. This time we didn't fight for dominance, we just moved are mouths against each other. IT was gentle and sensual, and I didn't have to feel nervous with Shane, he put me at ease. I felt Shane move his body so that he rested in between my legs.

Shane kissed me harder, slower, deeper while he position himself against me. I gasped suddenly when I felt him press against me. I was about to gasp again when I felt Shane pushing deeper, but he caught my gasp in his mouth as he put his lips to mine again. My head was suddenly thrown back and hit the ground hard as he pushed himself in completely. I could feel Shane looking at me as he began to move. His breathing came out heavy.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head so that I could look at him. He was looking at me. We just stared at each other as our hips kept connecting rapidly. The look in his eyes was dark, and desperate, and passionate. We were having a silent conversation. Everything that I wanted was showing through my eyes, I wanted to feel him, be closer to him, and just by looking me in the eyes he knew what I needed from him. And he didn't disappoint. Shane pushed into me harder, moving his hips faster against mine.

My breath now coming out as pants, Shane's too.

I pushed Shan back and rolled us so that I was on top. Shane looked surprised, but quickly wiped the surprise off his face. I rested the palms of my hands on his hard chest digging my nails into his skin lightly as I sat up straight. I started to move my hips against him. Rolling and flicking them against his hips.

Shane lifted his hands and placed them on my hips, gently guiding me. I suddenly felt his member hit me harder inside of me. My breath hitched and stopped for a moment. We continued to move against each other, faster, harder, faster, harder. We kept up this way until I could just barely catch my breath. I was breathing so hard, it was the only thing I could focus on, besides the feeling in my lower body.

I knew I was almost there. Almost to my breaking point. But I don't want to, not just yet. If I could hold off for just a little longer….ugh.

I knew Shane was almost at his peak too. His thrusts were fast and sloppy, breathing labored and pants. It would only be a few more thrusts before I came, I couldn't stand it, not anymore. The feeling was just too strong for me. With one, two, three, four more thrusts and ohohohmy- ohmygooo… And I came undone. I fell against his chest and just laid there. I couldn't move, too tired.

Shane kept going. He thrusted a few more times. I felt his hips hitched and slam against my own. He buried his face in my neck as he came.

After a few, long, quiet moments, Shane lifted his head to look at me. I just sat there and stared into his eyes, though the passionate look wasn't gone, the dark, devilish gleam that was once there was replaced by something, but I couldn't tell what it was. He stared back at me with that look in his eyes. I was curious to know what it was, what he was thinking when he looked at me. Why did he look at me like that? He seemed content, just perfectly content right where he was.

I lifted myself off of him and stood up slowly. I turned away from him and started looking for my clothes on the forest floor. I found my underwear laying a little ways from Shane's shirt. I walked over and picked them up before putting them on. As I stood upright again, I felt hands rest themselves on my hips and pull me back. I hit a hard chest. I turned my head and looked up over my shoulder to see Shane. He bent down a put his lips back onto my neck.

"Shane." I said with a serious tone.

Shane started kissing my neck and pulled me closer so that my back was flush against his stomach.

"Shane." I said with a firmer tone than before.

His hands tightened their grip on my waist. He kept his lips on my neck ,they were trailing up to behinds my ear. He didn't stop and I was getting irritated.

"Shane! Knock it off!" I yell turning around and pushing him off of me.

He stumbled backward a bit and looked at me surprised. He didn't stop looking at me. I just looked at him. Turning my head away I went over to my shorts and slipped them on and did the same with my shirt. After I tucked the front of my shirt in, I picked up Shane's shirt and turned back to face him. He was zipping up his pants and then looked up at me, surprise still on his face, but it was a blank expression too. I took a step toward him, and threw his shirt at him. I turned and was about to walk away when he stopped me.

"Sorry, Liv."

I turned back to him and walked over to him.

He took a step closer to me. His head leaned down a little bit.

"I just want you." He said quietly.

He leaned down further to my face and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away again.

"Dammit Shane!" I said angry before walking off the way I had came.

I was stomping through the forest heading in the direction that lead back to the camp, when I heard a crunching noise of someone walking on fallen leaves. I immediately stopped and began to look around. I kept hearing the snapping and cracking and crunching of twigs and leaves under someone's feet. If it was a walker or someone else, I wouldn't know. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to where there was a lot of tall grass and bushes. I hid there and lifted my head only slightly to see if I could find the person.

I would assume it was Shane if I didn't know him as well as I do. He made me angry, he would know not to follow me.

I kept hearing all those sounds around me. I felt like I was coming in directions and that I was the center. I could hear the noise stop not that far from me. I looked up and I saw a man not far away looking in the opposite direction as me. I got up from my knees, but still in a crouching position, I began to back away slowly. I heard another 'snap' and felt something break under my foot. I looked under my foot to see that I had stepped on a twig, making that noise, and alerting the man of my presence.

The man whipped around now facing me. Weapon up and in the defense position. His crossbow right in my face as I fell on the ground laying on my back.

"What the hell you doin' out here?" Daryl asked.

I just looked at him for a moment, still scared and waiting for my heart to return to its normal pace, I didn't answer him right away.

"Well?" he asked again.

I looked up at his face and finally calmed down.

"I could ask you the same thing." I said.

Daryl lowered his bow to his side and held out one of his hands towards me. I moved my gaze from his face to his hand then back to his face.

"Ain't ya' gon' take it or what?" he said sounding a little annoyed.

I lifted my hand and took his as he pulled me up from the ground.

"I'm lookin' for squirrels" He said looking around the forest.

"Didn't you just get back from hunting?" I asked him.

He kept looking around the forest for the furry little creatures.

"There's a lot of y'all in that camp. Ain't never have too many squirrels to feed all y'all." he said not once looking at me.

He lowered his bow again once he was done scoping for squirrels when he couldn't find any. He turned to face me again.

"So why you out here?" he asked nodding his head toward me.

"Looking for plants that we could use." I said looking at him.

He gave me a funny look.

"Plants? What the hell we need plants for?"

Now I gave him a funny look and then laughed.

"You can use plants for a lot a' things Daryl. Ya' know like for food and maybe some medical purposes." I laughed.

He snickered and then raised the bow again and started walking off in the woods. I followed him.

"Daryl, we have enough food for everyone. You don't need to get more squirrels."

He didn't say anything back, just kept walking further into the forest. I kept walking after him. We walked a little ways before Daryl turned around to face me again.

"Why you keep followin' me, girl? Go on! I don't need you laggin' behind me!"

I stopped as sudden as soon as he did.

"And I'd prefer that you weren't out here, but I don't think that either of us are gon' get what we want, so I'm stayin' right here."

"Fine. You stay right there. Quit following' me."

Daryl started to walk off again. Of course I followed him, ain't no way in hell I was stayin' there all by myself!

"Not what I meant and you know it. If you aren't coming back to camp with me, then I guess you're stuck with me." I said.

"Girl, just go back. I don't want ya'."

"Too bad."

"Ain't ya hear me? I don't want ya'." He near yelled.

"And I said too bad. Ain't ya' hear me?" I mimicked him.

He scoffed and turned back around, holding up his bow yet again.

About and hour and a half later Daryl and I were walking back into the camp only carrying a few squirrels, only three. We walked past a couple tents on the way up a small hill that led to the fire pits and near the RV. Sitting by one of the tents we walked past, Shane was sitting, cleaning his handheld and watching me walk with Daryl. We continued till we were at the tent that Daryl shared with his brother. He set his bow down and then slowly lowered himself down to the ground next to it. He pulled his knife from his boot. I just watched him. He looked up at me.

"Gon' hand me those squirrels you carryin' or what?" he said

I was shaken from my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, here." I said handing Daryl the string of the three squirrels I had been carrying.

He took the string from my hand more rough than I expected him to. Daryl to his knife and cut one squirrel from the string, I was still watching him. He had his knife on the squirrel about to start skinning, then he looked up at me.

"What are ya' doing?" he asked.

I sat down across from him and put my head in my hands as I leaned my elbows on my thighs.

"Just watching."

"Well don't." he said finally cutting into the animal.

I didn't move even though h told me too. I just watched Daryl skin the squirrel. I got a sudden interest in the art, no matter how disgusting it looked, Daryl had a way of making it look neat. And I really wanted to learn how to do that.

"Can I try?" I ask.

Daryl stopped moving his knife and looked up to face me. He face held a little surprise mixed with annoyance.

"What?"

"I wanna try it." I said moving my head from my hands and leaning back on my hands.

"You ain't know nothing' bout huntin' or skinni' prey." He snickered.

"Then teach me."

This time he looked really surprised.

"I ain't gon' teach you nothing'!" he said angry.

Why was he so mad?

"You said I don't know anything, why not teach me a few things?"

Daryl just looked at me for a few seconds then looked down and sighed. His hand went up into his the fell back down to his side. He looked back up at me.

"What do y'all wanna know?" He asked.

Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long, but here's a new chapter. Hope you like it!