Daryl slowly brought me back to the tent, letting me go once we were next to the fire pit. I sat down and watched him start the fire and cook the squirrels that he caught. We ate in silence then went to the tent. I put on pajamas and got in bed with Daryl.

"Thank you." I said, rolling over to look at him. He looked over to me and watched me with the same blue eyes I fantasized about the first night I met him.

"Was nothin'." He said quietly.

"You stood up for me. You.. Cared." I whispered. "No one's done anything for me since I was Carl's age."

Daryl leaned in and gently kissed my forehead. I slid myself closer to him, curling up against his side. I looked into his eyes and saw the conflict in them. I bet he's trying to decide if he should stay with me or go after Shane.

"Deal with him in the morning." I whispered. Not long after I heard Daryl's breathing slow and deepen. I stayed still and watched his chest rise and fall, trying to keep everything from today out of my mind. There was a loud yell from outside, not far from the tent. I jolted up and grabbed my axe. Daryl instantly got up and threw his clothes back on and took his crossbow. We ran outside, seeing a walker on top of someone. I ran over and swung my axe, cracking through the back of its head. I grabbed the walker and threw it to the side, revealing Dale. His face was pale and he was yelping in pain. I looked down and saw Dale's stomach completely ripped open, all the organs hanging out and blood flowing everywhere. My eyes widened and I dropped to the ground beside him.

"It's okay." I whispered, even though I knew it wasn't.

Rick and the others had reached us. Andrea threw herself down beside Dale and started crying.

"Someone help him! He's in pain!" She yelled at Rick.

Rick stood there frozen along with everyone else. As Rick finally snapped out of it and moved forward Daryl stepping in front of him.

"Ain't no reason you should be doin' all the heavy liftin'." He said to Rick. He turned to Dale and took out his gun. As he pointed it at Dale's head he said "Sorry brother." and pulled the trigger. Dale's body went still as more blood came out of the hole in his head. Daryl and Rick lifted Dale's body, bringing it towards the other graves.

"We'll bury him in the morning. We could all use some sleep." Rick said, rubbing his hand down his face. Everyone made their way back to their tents as Daryl and I took out time. We got in out tent and settled into bed again. My eye lids started drooping as I tried to focus on staying awake, failing miserably as I fell asleep.