Mac watched the movement of the people around the camp not sure he was going to be able to handle being around these bunch of useless ass people. How the hell did one go their entire life without learning some sort of basic fuckin' survival skills. It baffled him. Him, Merle, and Daryl had grown up with it drilled into their head to be self-sufficient and never wait for a damn hand out. But that's all these people were doing.

Daryl always was the sweet one though and he hunted more than they would ever eat or need. He knew his brother gave it to them cleaned and quartered otherwise they'd never figure the shit out. Had it been him or Merle, fuck 'em. They looked at them like they were trash when in reality they were the ones who would survive this shit. They were built for it. It was their world. The meek shall inherit the earth his fuckin' ass, he'd be goddamned. Dixon's didn't die easy.

Mac shifted his eyes over to silver fox watching as her husband lumbered around close to her making sure she didn't do anything he disapproved of. Mac still wanted to crush the motherfucker under his boot heel and he'd get his chance sooner than later. There was only so many times he'd watch that man shoot shit towards his brother before he'd take him off his pedestal. Fuck did he crave knockin' that motherfucker on his ass, he needed it. Goddamn Daryl for stepping in between them.

Mac's eyes flicked down the trail seeing Daryl disappearing from view and he smirked. His brother was finicky about shit when it came to being close to him or seeing him shirtless. Mac didn't get it though he didn't have a fuckin' thing to embarrassed about. Fuck anyone who said anything about the shit that marred his back. Daryl though, his sweet brother, he took shit different then Mac himself ever did. Mac felt his ire rising and seen Daryl stop turning to look at him for a moment his eyes searching and appraising as Mac set thinking about their ol' man. Meeting his eyes Mac nodded at him and Daryl turned taking off again.

The soft laughter close to him shifted his eyes away from his brothers retreating back and he was met with pale green eyes. The blonde from earlier was looking at him and he licked his lips not trying to hide his wolfish appraisal. She didn't back away and Mac raised an eyebrow at her and she done the same to him.

She stood up and made her way towards him leaving her younger sister setting around the fire pit. Mac was leaned forward his forearms braced against his spread legs as he sharpened his knife. She stopped in front of him almost between his legs, "Mac right?"

Lifting his eyes he let them run up her body before meeting her eyes, "What'ya need?"

She shifted her weight and looked over, "What was the fight about earlier between you and Ed?"

Mac snorted, "Weren't no fight."

She braced her hands on her hips, "Looked like a fight to me."

He let the sound of the knife sliding down the sharpener carry around them, "You aint been around many real men have you doll?"

She huffed, "I've been around plenty of men."

Mac looked up his hands never stopping, "I aint doubtin' you seen your share of boys. But nah, you been around pussy ass city boys never a real man."

"Is that right?" She challenged.

Mac stood up causing her to take a step back, "Yeah, that's right."

He turned walking towards the truck to find one of Daryl's coveted packs of smokes before he took of to the water where his brother was cleaning up. Mac packed them on his wrist as he walked through camp his eyes sweeping the area before coming to land on the small girl he had seen talking to his brother earlier. She smiled at him sadly and he felt a pang go through his chest as her eyes met his.

She looked around before walking towards him and Mac slowed down not sure while the small girl would be making her way towards him. She came to a stop in front of him her eyes frantic as she looked around them searching. Mac knew she was looking for the dick skin that she called a father and he huffed.

"His ass aint around, out with it."

She looked up meeting his eyes, "Sorry I caused trouble."

Mac dropped to one knee looking at the small girl, "What trouble are you on about?"

She shifted on her feet, "With my mama. I went over to Daryl and talked and she got in trouble for it."

Mac felt his throat tighten as her eyes watered reminding him to much of the memories he'd spent his adult life trying to block out. It was to close to home for him seeing this frail little girl be treated the way she was, and the same went for her mother. He knew he wasn't the only one that felt that way. Now that he'd pointed the shit out to Daryl he knew he was gonna be like a cocked canon.

"He ever lay a hand on you?" Mac's voice was lower.

She looked at him for a minute, "No, he's tried but my mama gets in the way."

Mac growled, "Next time his ass comes after you or he's hurtin' your mama you get me or my brother."

She licked her lips and nodded at him, "You wont hurt us?"

Mac let out a breath at her words hearing the fear in her words and seeing it in her frame. "Nah, not every man out there is that type of monster."

She smiled at him her little hand flashing out and tugging his flannel shirt as she wound her little arms around him. Mac stiffened unsure how to react to the small girl as she clung to him. She let go just as fast as she had grabbed him and blushed deeply before taking off back towards the camp. He stood up feeling eyes on him and seen the set of tits watching him still.

Mac took off again cresting the hill and started down the path wanting away from the eyes of the group. Lighting up he stopped when he got to the rock that hung over the water and kicked back on it knowing Daryl could see him. He was making his way out of the water about the time he had got down there.

"The blonde...what's her name?" Mac questioned. He turned his head watching Daryl as he ran his hands through his soaked hair causing it to stick up.

"Which?"

"Older one."

"Andrea I think...she the one that you been eyefuckin?"

Mac grinned, "It's mutual brother, she wants it."

Daryl shook his head and hopped up on the rock next to him kicking back and taking the cigarette back from his mouth, "Merle should be back from that run soon."

"He fuckin' better be. Dumbass going out with them gonna get his ass killed with a group that don't know shit about fuck." Mac growled out.

Daryl set up, "You takin' off huntin' before they settle for the night?"

Mac raised up, "Yeah my ass is out this bitch."

Daryl grinned at him before jumping from the rock and waiting on him to get down. Daryl was buttoning his shirt up as they made their way up the path his eyes cast down but Mac kept look out, he always did where his brother was concerned. What Sophia said had made him wonder just what the hell had Ed more pissed off. The fact that his daughter had walked over there or that his woman had and her eyes usually ended up on his brother.

Just like he thought as soon as they cleared the hill her eyes landed on him. He tracked her eyes and smirked when he realized she was following his hands as he buttoned his shirt. Daryl was oblivious like always and Mac elbowed him hard making him stumble to the side.

"What the fuck?"

"Silver fox is lookin' at you."

Daryl raised an eyebrow, "Who the fuck you talkin' about?"

"Ed's wife."

Daryl flicked his eyes to her and seen her blushing as she looked down folding clothes. "You're off your ass."

Mac grinned seeing the heat rise through his brothers features, "Maybe I should flash her my dick since you aint got the balls. Hell we're twins she'll figure it out since it's yours that got her mouth-watering."

Daryl whipped around glaring at him and Mac barked out a laugh at the fire that burned through his eyes. "You aint right in the head you know that?"

Mac nodded chewing his lip, "Aint ever claimed to be."

Daryl snorted and tossed him his huntin' pack as Mac grabbed up the rest of his shit to go. Mac grabbed his shoulder pulling him closer to him not needing to talk for them to understand each other. Daryl met his eyes and Mac released his hold and faded into the back drop of the trees. He knew he needed to go out hunting since Daryl had taken the morning hunt and his deer had been lost due to the fuckin' walker, but he had a sick feeling churning in his stomach. He stalked further into the brush wanting to hurry this the fuck up and get back before whatever the fuck his body was warning him against happened. His instincts had never been wrong before about shit and he knew something was happening and about to get worse.