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Georgia shifted uncomfortably. There was something pinning her to the bed beneath her. It was hot and almost uncomfortable. Then, she felt the hot breath on her neck and Daryl's arm tightened around her waist. He yanked her harder back against him and buried his face deeper in her hair. She giggled and tried to wriggle free from him.

"Quitchur damn wrigglin', Georgia Rayne," Daryl mumbled sleepily. "Tryin' to fuckin' sleep here."

"Daryl, come on, get up," she whispered.

"Uh-uh. Yer fuckin' comfy."

Georgia laughed and wriggled around so that she could face him. His blue eyes were closed tight and his hair was falling down into his eyes. Merle had been gone about two months so nobody had been forcing Daryl to cut his hair again. The year before, when Merle was in jail for three months, Daryl's hair had gotten a little out of control and the picture they'd used in the yearbook was of him snarling at the camera, his hair just above his eyes, and a smear of grease across his cheek because he'd just gotten out of shop class.

His shirtless body was pressed tight against her and he wrinkled his nose at the loss of her hair against his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes and found Georgia's big brown eyes staring back at him. He was really glad she'd grown into those eyes. He asked, "Yer daddy home?"

"My daddy's been home since midnight. He came in to check in on us last night."

Daryl's eyes widened and he paled. Georgia assured him, "Daryl, don't worry. He knows we weren't doing anything. He knows you wouldn't take advantage of me like that."

"Didn' have no shirt on."

"But I did. He just came in to let me know that he was home and that he wants to sleep in today so not to make too much noise when we get up."

"Yer dad's so fuckin' weird sometimes."

"He trusts us. He trusts you. He knows you're a good man."

"'m a good man preyin' on his damn daughter."

"Daryl, you're a year older than me. You're not 'preying' on me. When do you work today?"

"Ain't gotta work today. Crew's ahead on the job site so we got today an tomorrow off."

"So do you want to stay in bed all day?"

"'s what I'm fuckin' tryin' to do til ya started fuckin' movin' round. Go back asleep, Georgia Rayne."

Georgia grinned and tucked her head under Daryl's chin while his arms tightened around her waist. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep to the calming rhythm of his breathing.

Georgia opened her eyes to a feeling of incredible discomfort. She was trapped, caged in by two different forces. Caged between two mass producers of heat. She was laying on her back and two things were pressed tight against her. Daryl was on one side of her with his face buried in her neck and his arm slung low across her waist, and DJ was on the other side of her with his head resting on her arm, cutting off the blood flow while his legs were thrown over hers and Daryl's. Both of them were breathing heavily onto her, heating her further. She wriggled a little and Daryl grunted in her ear. He growled, "Quit wrigglin'."

"Daryl, we have to get up," she hissed. "Quit cuddling with me."

"Not fuckin' snugglin'."

"Daryl, it's me. You don't like me and you need to wake up and you need to stop cuddling with me because it's going to be really confusing for DJ if he wakes up and sees you wrapped around me."

Daryl's eyes opened and he stared down at her sleepily. It took a minute for realization to dawn on him and then he jerked away. He rolled away quickly, taking the blanket with him and letting the cold air hit her side hard. She gasped and grabbed out at the blanket. Daryl jumped up and grabbed at his jeans quickly. He yanked them on and grabbed his boots off the tent floor. Georgia rolled to the side and grabbed her boots too. She covered DJ up with the spare blanket and yanked her hoody over her head before she followed. Daryl was by the fire pit, lacing up his boots.

She walked over and sat across from him. She yanked her boots on and laced them up quickly. Daryl's fingers were slower and she finished before him. She poked at the embers to try to get the fire to start up. Daryl grumbled, "'m sorry bout in the tent. Meant jus to share the blanket with ya 'cause ya weren' usin' yers."

"I know. I didn't want to take the sleeping bag from DJ."

"Coulda taken mine."

"Daryl, you do too much for me already. I wasn't going to take your blanket as well."

"When the bitches get back from window shoppin', we'll ask if DJ kin move up in the house. Be better fer him. We kin stay out here in the tent but he needs to be where it's warm."

She nodded and they heard the sound of arriving cars. They looked up in time to see Rick's car pull into the driveway. Daryl muttered, "Looks like the bitches are back from their trip. 'mon."

Georgia followed him to the car where Lori was greeting Hershel, Rick, and Glenn. Lori grabbed Rick and Maggie hugged Glenn close. Carol came up to stand on the other side of Daryl and Daryl glared at her. He was still mad about her not attending Sophia's burial. Daryl asked, "What's in the backseat?"

"It's a young man. Patricia, prep the shed! Daryl, help Rick get him. His name is Randall. We saved him. We'll explain everything later!" Hershel ordered.

"Go cook breakfast or somethin'," Daryl ordered Georgia. "I ain't havin' ya round whoever the fuck this is. Could be dangerous. Take Carol with ya."

"Daryl, Georgia and I can help," Carol spoke up.

"Uh-uh," Daryl snapped back. "Get! Now!"

Georgia reached down and took Carol's hand. She pulled her towards their campsite. Daryl walked around the car and helped Rick carry the screaming kid to the shed while Shane bitched about them taking somebody else in. Rick explained, "There was another group that attacked us. We took care of them. He was a part of that group but they left him behind to die. We couldn't do that."

"Why the fuck not?" Shane yelled. "Rick, they attacked ya'll and you're just gonna bring a new one in."

"I couldn't leave him! We don't kill the living and that's what that would have been! He's just a kid!"

"There aren't any kids anymore, Rick!" Shane cried out.

"This boy could be Carl in a few years! Or DJ! Alone and needing somebody to help him!" Rick argued. "Would you want us to leave them?"

"Man, you don't even think anymore!"

"Shut up," Daryl said evenly, staring at the boy that Hershel had gone to work on. "Shut up, Shane. Just shut up. What's done is done. We're gonna take care a him now, we kin figure everythin' else out later."

"Fucking great! We're taking advice from the redneck now!"

Daryl clenched his fists and moved towards him quickly. Rick warned, "Daryl, don't. Shane, shut up."

"You're listening to Daryl Dixon now, Rick? Really? He's so fucking lost that he couldn't even tell that woman's brat was his. You expect him to know what to do…"

Daryl side stepped Rick quickly and landed a blow to Shane's face, breaking his nose cleanly. Shane went down clutching his face and Daryl snarled, "Ya don' fuckin' talk bout Georgia or DJ. They ain't yer fuckin' concern so keep yer damn mouth shut bout 'em or I'll fuckin' kill ya. Fuckin' understand, ya bastard?"

Rick shoved Daryl towards the house and ordered, "Go up to the house! God damn it, Daryl! Go to the house!"

"Ain't fuckin' kiddin'!" Daryl warned. "Keep yer damn mouth offa them and keep yer damn eyes offa them. They're mine to worry bout. They're mine to take care of. Ya don' fuckin' go near 'em again!"

Daryl turned and stalked off. He made his way back to the house to wash the blood off of himself. Georgia was in the kitchen with Maggie, Carol, DJ, and Carl. Daryl snarled, "Where's yer momma, boy?"

Carl looked over at DJ and DJ said calmly, "He isn't talking to me. He knows where my mom is."

"She's sleeping," Carl answered. "She was in a car wreck last night when she went to get my dad. Shane had to go get her."

"Course he did." Daryl rolled his eyes and moved to the sink. He bumped Georgia out of the way with his hip so he could wash his hands.

"We have an upstairs bathroom for that, Daryl," Maggie warned. "You guys shouldn't even be in the house."

"Georgia an DJ are here so 'm in here," Daryl replied simply.

"Georgia is helping take care of Beth and DJ is eating breakfast with Carl," Maggie replied.

"An I'm eatin' breakfast with my boy." Daryl sat down beside DJ and grabbed a biscuit with one hand and slapped a fried egg on top of it.

"Daryl's your dad?" Carl choked out.

"Shut up," DJ snarled, his scowl matching Daryl's. "It doesn't matter. Daryl's my dad and Georgia's my mom."

"But, how come you didn't know? How come…"

"Carl, I think that's enough," Carol cut him off quickly.

"Don't talk about it," DJ growled.

Daryl nodded and leveled Carl with a glare. Georgia snapped quickly to get his attention and, when Daryl looked up at her, she shook her head dangerously. He stopped glaring and looked down at his food. He took a big bite out of his egg and biscuit and chewed quietly. After a few moments, he asked, "DJ, ya still wanna use the crossbow? Ya learn to use mine an ya will be better at usin' a lil one."

"I don't want to go anywhere with you. You're just doing nice things so I'll call you dad. Eric did it too." DJ stood up so quickly that his chair clattered on the ground. He ran outside and Daryl stared up at Georgia with his mouth hanging open.

"Daryl…"

"What the fuck did ya do that was so damn bad? What the fuck did ya do to him, ya stupid ass woman?" Daryl shouted.

He leapt up and his chair slammed down on the ground too as he stormed out of the house, slamming doors behind him. Maggie and Carol stared at Georgia. She took a deep, shaky breath and chuckled, "Like father, like son, I guess."

Carol moved towards her to comfort her and Georgia put her hand up to stop her. She took another deep breath and stated, "I'll be back to take my turn watching Beth in a little bit. I'm going to go try to smooth things over with my son and his daddy."

Georgia turned to leave and Maggie stated, "Ya'll have the angriest group of people to ever exist in this world."

"You can definitely tell Daryl is that boy's father," Carol laughed nervously. She started moving around to clean up the mess left by the boys.