"With the materials we've collected in the last couple runs we could start building on the first section of fence. The one that was most damaged by the walkers. That would give us some sort of advantage from that angle at least." Rick told the group and Daryl looked around at Herschel, Sasha, Glenn, and Michonne.

"Who do we have on that?" Herschel asked.

"I'll do it. I know Maggie would like to help too." Glenn announced. Daryl started to bite on his fingernail.

"You should get as many people on it as you can. This is something even younger and older people can help with." He pointed out. Sasha nodded.

"I think it should be our first priority." She said. Rick looked at them all steadily before focusing in on Michonne.

"You leaving?" He asked her and she straightened in her stance. The woman had the intimidating look down.

"You want me to?" Daryl regretted giving her a hard time about this a week and a half prior. Now she was thinking they'd give her a hard time about going out to find the Governor.

"I think it would be a good idea if we scouted the situation out. I think you and Daryl should go." Rick wasn't asking. If he was he might have tried to argue that he could help here. He didn't want to leave and have something happen. On the other hand he wanted this guy six feet below him.

Daryl nodded at stood.

"No point in waiting. You ready Xena?" Michonne nodded and he was out of the door.

They were silent for the most part as they walked the halls. They were going to take a car out to the truck and start from there. Figure it out. He could feel her eyes studying him. Seemed everyone had something to say recently.

He was approaching the vehicles when he heard it. A soft melodic voice calling his name. He turned and he could see her running from the doors of C block. A cowardly part of him wanted to just hop in the car and go.

"Daryl," She sounded breathless as she stopped in front of him. "You don't have to go."

She must have heard from Maggie or Glenn and run to find him. It made him feel strange that she would make any effort to keep him here.

"I have to go. See what we're dealing with." He was looking anywhere but at her because she looked so good. Her hair was all messy and falling out of her ponytail. Her chest was heaving. Her cheeks were red. She looked too much like she had been thoroughly kissed for him to look at her too closely.

"I don't want you to." She said softly. He wondered if this was how Glenn felt when Maggie was asking him to stay back on runs. His heart was hammering in his chest. There was some un-nameable want inside of him when it came to her. He wasn't sure he wanted to explore what it was.

"Beth, go back inside. I'll be back before you know it." He told her trying to wave her off with his hand.

"Promise?"

"Beth," How could he make a promise he couldn't keep? She was making him feel these things that he had no right feeling.

"Promise me Daryl Dixon." She was demanding then. He could hear it in her tone and he spared a glance at her. Her hands were on her hips. She looked as fiery as she had ever looked.

"I promise. Now get." She hovered there for a moment as if trying to decide if she should really leave. She did after a moment and he was thankful for that.

He let out a sigh. It was going to be a long day. He looked over at the truck and saw that Michonne was leaning against the hood with a shit eating grin spread across her face.

"You gonna tell me what's going on there?"

"Shut up," He growled but he could feel the blush on his cheeks. He swallowed the feeling in his throat. "Let's just go." He hopped into the cab and started it up fluidly. He was going to forget about the sweet blonde woman that wanted him to come back. It was just a distraction that he didn't have time for.

He was glad that Michonne was usually quiet. They drove to the place Daryl had seen the tracks the day before. She was all business as soon as they left the prison gates. It was nice to be without prying questions and confusing feelings for a little while.

They had found the camp less than an hour after they had parked. It was a nice little set up. Women and children were there. There was a tank that was going to need to be dealt with sooner rather than later because no amount of wall building was going to stop that thing from getting through. Seemed the Governor wasn't too keen on leadership anymore. Everyone around this camp was calling him Brian.

Michonne had something akin to blood lust in her eye but she had held it at bay so far. Daryl was interested in knowing if this guy was a threat still. Something about his demeanor was off in a way that it wasn't back in Woodbury. This was a broken man. Broken men weren't always a threat. So they watched him.

It was halfway through the afternoon that Martinez and the Governor had gone off to shoot golf balls. Bastards were acting like they had no cares in the world.

Michonne and Daryl stood off in the woods watching the men talk.

Things seemed to be going fine. Other that the fact that Martinez was getting sloppy drunk. Just as Daryl was thinking that it was going to turn out boring he watched as the Governor took a club to the other man's head. Michonne tensed and went to grab her katana. Daryl stopped her. Shook his head. He needed to see this through. Martinez was just as dangerous as the Governor anyway.

They both watched as the Governor drug him into a pit filled with walkers. There was some screaming and then there was some silence. Then the man just sat there with a broken look on his face. He less stable than even Lizzie. The man was dangerous and needed to be dispatched.

"We knock him out and throw him in." He whispered to Michonne. She looked at him with disbelief.

"No, I want to do it."

"Those people are gonna come looking for them. We don't want them looking for who did this. We throw him in." Daryl was sure that this was the right call. Michonne nodded after a long pause. She didn't look happy. This was going to be difficult for her, but to be honest he didn't care. The bastard had killed his brother. He wished nothing but the worst death upon him but he wasn't going to be stupid about it.

They made their way across the open area swiftly. It seemed that the man wouldn't have heard them anyway. He was somewhere else. He was whispering as they got closer.

"I don't want it." He was muttering it over and over. The man needed to be put down. Daryl smashed his crossbow across the back of his head. The muttering ceased.

He looked to Michonne who nodded her consent and he pushed the man into the pit. The growls from the walkers and the tearing of flesh were not enough. They both watched until they were sure the man would not survive.

"Come on." He whispered and he made his way back the way they had come. Maybe they could make it back before dark. Michonne followed after a moment. All he wanted was to get back to the prison and feel better about this whole situation. Something about it felt too easy. Things just didn't go this well for them anymore.

They had to deal with a couple of walkers on their way back but it was nothing compared to what they were use to. Seemed that they were still spread out this far away from the prison. The drive back would take about an hour. He only wished they had something to listen to other than the silence that was surrounding them. The light was fading as they approached their home.

When they reached the front gate he expected to see Glenn or Maggie opening it up for him. Instead it was Maggie and Beth. Her hair was shining in the headlights. Her smile was huge.

"Dixon I think you have an admirer." Michonne laughed. He felt a blush creeping up his neck again. "A very pretty admirer."

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't." Her tone was teasing. Ever since Beth had started taking some sort of liking to him everyone and their mother was teasing him like he wasn't intimidating anymore.

He drove up and parked the truck next to the other cars they had. They would need more gas soon. That could wait until after the first section of the wall was completed. Maggie and Beth were running up to meet them.

"What happened!?" Maggie shouted. Unloaded his crossbow from the back seat, put it over his shoulder.

"He's dead." Michonne answered. Her voice was cold again. The woman had something in her past that had made it easy for her to compartmentalize things. Daryl had often wished he had developed that ability. Instead he was just a mess of emotions and confusion.

"Was it that easy? Are you guys okay?" Maggie was looking them over. Beth was strangely quiet.

"He was broken. Somethin was wrong with him." He answered. He could feel Beth's eyes on him. It made him feel hot, being under her gaze. He decided he's go down and check on the progress with the fence. Michonne could explain it all to the others.

He could hear he quiet footsteps behind him. He didn't let on that he could hear it. She wasn't used to stalking prey or having to be silent.

The section they were working on had about six inches of cement drying for a base. Tomorrow they'd be working on the cinder blocks. Rick wanted it to be at least four feet high and as thick as the distance between the first and second fence. The only spot that wasn't suppose to have anything was the watch tower entrances and about four feet out from them so they could still access the doors. This way when the walkers were pushing against the fence they were pushing against something that wouldn't cave. It would also give them a height advantage on the things.

"Where are the little ones?" He asked and he cracked a smile when he heard her startle.

"Um- Rick took Judith. Mika and Lizzie... I put them to bed and locked them in. I wanted to be here for when you came back." She told him. She was shy about this.

"Don't know why." He said. He let his boot scuff at the firm concrete.

"I just did." She offered nothing else in way of explanation. He sensed that it wasn't because she didn't want to but rather because she didn't want to scare him off. Her posture was non offensive. She looked like she was approaching a spooked animal.

"Beth," He was so very tired. "You need to stop this."

"Stop what?" Her voice was soft, but there was a tinge of guilt to it. She knew what he was asking her to do.

"Don't know why you've taken a liking to me in the past couple of days, but I don't have much to offer and you need to stop." The words were hard to say for a number of reasons. She sighed. It wasn't the reaction he expected but she rarely made sense to him.

"You're so stupid sometimes Daryl Dixon." He bristled at that. He had been called a lot of things and stupid had been one of the milder things, but coming from her it hurt more than it should've.

He was quiet. He didn't want to fight with her. He didn't want to say things he would regret.

"I haven't "Taken a liking" to you in the past couple of days." Her voice was turning bitter. "You've just never noticed me before all of this. I've been noticing you for a long time."

He couldn't have spoken even if he wanted to. His jaw felt stuck in place.

"At first I just thought you were interesting. I wondered about you and where you had come from. Then," She chuckled at her memory. It held no mirth. "Then I started wondering about other things." There was that husky voice again.

That voice that made him want something. He wanted her when he heard it. It was wrong.

"I've thought about you for a long time. I've cared about you for a long time. And trust me, the thoughts of what I'd like to do to you, or what you could do to me, I've been having those for months now. Not a couple days." He could feel his heart hammering away. His face felt hot. He wasn't used to someone talking to him like this.

"So you can tell me to stop it all you like, but I'm sure that I can't" He looked at her. She looked more than sure. She looked like a woman. He wanted to give something to her. He wasn't sure he had anything to give.

She approached him. The way her hips swayed made it impossible for him to tear his eyes off of her. Both of her hands were on his chest, hot and determined. Her eyes weren't shying away from his stare either. She was being as aggressive as he had ever seen her be. Her fingers brushed the skin of his collar bone and he couldn't contain a low growl that escaped him. She smiled at it. Her eyes drifted down to his lips.

He was waiting for it. He realized he was waiting for her to close the distance. She started to he could feel her breath on his lips. She smelled sweet. She brushed lightly against him. She was soft. He was hoping she would actually do it and when he heard her slight giggle he realized she was playing with him.

She was going to make him do it. She brushed against him again, barely there, teasing him with a promise that she wasn't quite willing to give. His hand tangled in her hair. It was soft in between his fingers. He tugged softly and it was enough for her to take a sharp intake of breath. It was addicting. He forgot all the reasons why he shouldn't kiss her until she couldn't breathe.

"Daryl," She whispered. He couldn't take the breathless quality of her voice. He closed the distance.

Her lips were sugar and silk. He couldn't resist running his tongue over them and She let out a surprised whimper. He needed to hear more of that. She was shy about the kiss for all her bluster and seduction before it. There was an air of inexperience to it. The barest touch of his tongue against hers had her shivering. It was short and passionate.

He pulled away. Her eyes were heavy and her pupils blown up. She was panting into the short distance between them. He let his hand twist the hair in her pony tail and let the strands card through his fingers.

"Was that okay?" He asked her. She blinked slowly.

"Yeah," and then she laughed. Her voice was still low so the sound was different than it had been before. "Can we do it again?" Something about her smile made him stop worrying so much about what was heading towards them. He wanted to enjoy this moment, right here, with her.