"'Bout time you pointed one o' those at my head. You gonna shoot or what?" Daryl said. He was covered in dirt and blood. He had fabric wrapped around his waist and a rope around his neck with four walker ears hanging from it. We all burst out laughing in relief until a gunshot rang out and Daryl flew to the ground.

"NO!" We all yelled in unison. Andrea is going to get it when I get to her. I ran to his side seeing that the bullet only grazed the side of his head.

"I was just kidding." He spat before passing out. Rick and Shane grabbed hold of him and carried him straight to Hershal. I was forced to hang behind with T-Dog because there I would just get in the way. I looked around for Andrea to find her sitting with Dale on the steps. I threw my axe to the ground by my tent and stomped over.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" I snarled. "Do you not understand the words 'Don't shoot'?"

"I thought he was a walker!" She shrieked and walked away.

"And I thought you were smart!" I yelled.

"Don't be too hard on her. We've all wanted to shoot Daryl at some point." Dale said before getting up.

"Not all of us and that doesn't mean we don't listen to orders and shoot people!" I said as he walked away from me. I dropped my head in my hands as I sat on Hershal's front porch. I can't believe this just happened. I rubbed my face and pushed my hair back as I sat up right.

"Sam, Daryl's awake now." Lori said before walking back into the house. I stood up and walked in, nodding at Rick as I passed him. The door was closed so I knocked lightly. Daryl grunted in response so I walked into the room, shutting the door behind me. He was facing the wall away from me. He was still caked in dirt except for where his bandages were.

"What do you people want now?" He grunted, tossing himself over to look who it was

"Just to see you." I said as he stared at me. "Looks like you had a fun day." I smiled.

"If falling over a cliff, getting an arrow to the side and bein' shot is your definition of fun then I'm gonna have t' change that." He smirked.

"You can change that when you aren't in pain." I laughed. "Lets clean you up a bit." I walked over and picked up a bowl full of water and a cloth. I sat on the side of the bed, making Daryl shuffle over. He had pulled the sheet up to cover his torso.

"You look like a big baby doing that. It's water, it won't kill you to wash off a layer of gunk." I rolled my eyes. He glared at me then threw the sheet across the room. I laughed and put the bowl on the table beside the bed. I soaked the cloth, making sure to ring out most of the water so it wouldn't drip. Daryl's eyes never left my hand as I reached over and placed the cloth on his chest. I slowly rubbed across it, instantly smudging the dirt. I rinsed the cloth and did the same thing until I decided that I was clean enough.

I wrung out the cloth and moved to Daryl's face, gently wiping his forehead and cheeks. The dirt came off surprisingly quick so I put the cloth in the water and moved it back to it's original spot. I went and sat beside Daryl again.

"There. Better." I smiled.

"Thanks." He mumbled, bringing his thumb to his mouth to chew on it. I reached over and took his hand, holding it between mine.

"So why were you wearing walker ears around your neck?" I smirked.

"Thought I'd get myself a souvenir." He chuckled.

"Didn't think the scars were gonna be enough? Plus those ears smell like shit." I smirked. I let go of his hand and let mine fall to my thighs.

"Go enough scars. They ain't souvenirs." He growled.

"Sorry." I dropped my head. Why do I always say the wrong things? I rubbed my legs and stood up, making my way to the door. I looked at Daryl, who had turned away from me. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." I said before walking out of the room.