To celebrate getting my laptop back and the warm weather we've been having, here's an early update! Happy Wednesday!

They were on their bed in the trailer. They'd just moved in and were still working on getting everything arranged but she'd insisted on having the bed set up before anything else. She promised him that she would get the kitchen and living room and bathroom set up while he was at work the next day if he'd only get the bed for her. It was the only thing assembled and it was one in the morning. Candles lit the room and she was lying under him, her dark hair spread out across the pillows and her mouth spread wide in a grin. Her eyes were exploring the depths of his and her fingers were tracing the patterns on his back. He growled, "Quit it, woman. Yer always touchin' those damn things. Ya know I hate it so damn much."

"You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my entire life," she breathed. She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder.

"Nah, ain't nothin' special."

"Yes, you are. You are the most special man in the whole wide world. And you are all mine."

"Course 'm yers. 'm yers an yer mine."

She smiled up at him and he found himself wishing that he could just tell her that he cared about her. He wished he could just tell her that he loved her. He knew she'd say it back, that the only reason she hadn't said it was because she was scared it would chase him away. Instead of saying anything, he just leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back as hard as she could and wrapped her legs around his waist. She whispered against his skin, "You know, this is the most romantic we've been since prom night. Since you took my virginity."

"Don' say it like that. Don' like to think that I corrupted ya an shit."

She giggled and wriggled underneath him. She murmured, "Why don't you corrupt me some more, Dixon?"

He buried his face in her neck and bit gently on her pulse point as he worked his way down her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. Daryl wasn't a fan of speaking but he was a huge fan of using his mouth. When they were fooling around, he loved kissing her first, long and deep. He'd kiss her until she started making a little whimper sound in the back of her throat. Then he'd move down to her neck. He loved being able to feel her pulse point against his tongue. When he started in on her ears, her heart beat would go wild. Crazier than a trapped rabbit.

Next were her breasts. He loved the attention more than she did. It made her squirm and squeal but he just loved the twin spheres. He tried not to spend so much time on her breasts that she began to get impatient. So he made his way down her stomach, nipping at the skin until he reached the v between her legs. After that, he'd keep going until her breath hitched and she shouted his name alongside the Lord's. Then, and only then, would he work his way back up her body and make her scream his name again.

Afterwards, she'd curl up against him, with her head on his chest. She'd gently trace the tattoos on his arms and chest and the scars that ran down his ribs. He'd never let any other girl see his scars, much less touch them, but Georgia got it. She'd stitched half of them up. She was allowed to see all of him. She was allowed to know all of him.

"I want to see the other photo album today."

"Daryl, is this the best time?" She was worried. Glenn had just informed all of them that there were walkers in the barn, and, while she understood that none of them had been in danger at that point in time, it was a little terrifying.

"I only looked at DJ's baby picture an I want to tell him 'fore much longer. I want to see what we're gonna show him."

"Daryl, we just found out that there are walkers in the barn!" she objected. "Shouldn't we be focusing on that problem?"

"Why's it a problem? Ain't gotten out yet. An we're far nuff way fer it not to matter to much. We can take care of 'em."

"I just don't want DJ to be scared. He feels safe here and it's good for him."

"Ya'll shouldn't get comfortable anywhere. Ain't safe. Want ya on yer toes."

"Do you think DJ will be on his toes if he's worried about all the problems with our new little family?"

"Fine, but after the walker problem is fixed, we're gonna tell him. Where is he anyhow? I'ma teach him how to use the crossbow today. Might be able to go into town an get him his own if'n he's real good at it."

"I think he's up at the house, helping Carol with dishes. She really loves seeing him. He'll be out in about twenty minutes. Do the snares need checked this morning?"

"I got it. Whatcha gotta do today?"

"Laundry again. You and DJ go through more clothes than anybody I know and I'm washing Rick's clothes today too."

"Why in't his woman washin' his clothes?"

"Lori's been sick here lately and apparently she can't wash clothes, be sick, and keep an eye on Carl."

"Don' keep an eye on her boy even when she ain't sick so don' see why it matters that much."

"I'm trying to pull my weight around camp, Daryl."

"Well ya shouldn' have to be doin' other people's work. Ain't yer job. Yer job is wit me an DJ. Not workin' like a slave to anyone else."

"I'm just helping, Daryl. Don't make this an argument."

"Whatever, Georgia. I'ma check the snares. Tell DJ to meet me out in the field. I'll see ya later tonight an when we get back in, ya an me are gonna look at that picture album."

Georgia balanced the laundry basket on her hip and walked away. Daryl headed the opposite direction towards the woods. He hadn't gone looking for Sophia since his encounter with Carol. His focus had only been on getting closer to DJ and trying to take care of him. He and Georgia still barely spoke. She made her way over to Carol and DJ.

"Baby, Daryl is checking the snares but he wants to take you out to shoot the crossbow. Go get ready, DJ."

"Okay, Mom."

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before he jogged off. Georgia took her seat beside to Carol. Carol commented, "You and Daryl seem to be doing better now."

"Better? He and I snap at each other at least once a day."

"But before you weren't even talking."

"Sometimes I think talking isn't better between Daryl and me. At least when we're silent I don't feel like hitting him in the face."

Carol snorted. She stated, "I think you're the only girl he'd put up with hitting him."

"Nah. He wouldn't hit me back but he'd make me regret hitting him."

"What? How?"

"When we were younger, if I hit him, he used to pin me down for ages, until I got bored. Sometimes he'd tickle me until I squealed and begged him to let me up."

"He'd…tickle you…?" Carol asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, he thought it was hilarious how red my face would get."

"Daryl found something hilarious?"

"Yeah, he's got a weird sense of humor."

"Seriously, how long were you and Daryl together?"

Georgia shrugged. "We never really labeled it. We knew each other a long time and somehow, we just ended up together."

Georgia knew exactly how they'd ended up together. She'd kissed him at a party her senior year in high school and it went from there. One minute, she had his mouth on hers and the next minute, he had her pinned against the wall with his face buried in her neck. He was a little awkward, his lips were sloppy and his body was pressed tight against hers, but it was amazing. She was surrounded by Daryl, his scent, his taste, his hands all up and down her back, the noise he made in the back of his throat. He had one hand tangled in her hair and the other rubbing up and down her back. His hands were grasping, opening and closing into fists as he tried to yank her closer. It was amazing.

"That look in your eyes tells me that it wasn't just ending up together," Carol teased. She leaned over and nudged Georgia with a giggle. "Is he good? He's got all that pent up redneck in him and he's just a lot of man. Had to be some kind of fun."

"Carol!" Georgia was shocked. She'd thought the older woman was introverted and shy, but after you got to know her, she was hilarious.

"Help a girl out! When we were outside of Atlanta, there wasn't a single one of us at that campsite that didn't wonder what Daryl would be like in bed," Carol giggled. "Lori and Andrea will deny, deny, deny but what's the point? It's the end of the world. There's no better time to admit things like that."

"So you're telling me that every one of you filthy minded women was just eyeing Daryl up when you were at the quarry?"

"Every single one of us."

"Then you should know that he looks a lot better without clothes on."

Carol tilted her head back and laughed. She ordered, "You have to tell me more!"

"No, I couldn't! Daryl and I haven't been together since before DJ was born. It probably doesn't even matter anymore."

"Please, it matters to an old girl like me. I've only ever been with one man and that was Ed. Give me some down and dirty details!"

"What makes you think there are any?"

Carol snorted. "He's walking testosterone and you are so pretty! I bet you were even hotter when you were younger! Plus he's still tense and frustrated around you!"

"He's tense and frustrated because he's trying not to kill me."

"He's trying not to jump you."

Georgia rolled her eyes. She asked, "Have you been reading those trashy romance novels in Dale's camper again?"

"Maybe. But that's not the point! Just tell me or I'll make stories up and gossip to Maggie and Beth about them." Carol's voice took on a light sing-song quality.

"Fine. I'll just say that Daryl never left me disappointed in the bedroom." Georgia's cheeks turned a violent red color.

"I knew it!" Carol cheered. "Come on. Give me a little more."

"Carol," Georgia groaned, "I really think there are other, more important things to talk about during the apocalypse."

"Georgia, the world is ending, my daughter has yet to be found and I've accepted that she probably won't be, and there are walkers living in the barn near our campsite. I think this is the perfect time to talk about things like this. Distract me. Take my mind off the fact that I'm living my life in a tent colony. Let me think of something good for once, instead of all of the evil in the world."

Georgia stared at Carol, seeing her as a fellow mother, who was scared and worried about her family, barely keeping it together when everything around them was falling apart. She sighed and whispered, "Fine. He was incredible. You know how rough his hands are from working?"