The full moon peaked its way through the filth ridden windows in the bedroom she and Rick currently called their own.

Since the horrific ambush that took place at the prison, they all have been shacked up here until Jalissa was well enough to keep moving with the rest of the group.

She repeatedly insisted she was just fine, but Rick thought otherwise and what he says goes.

The fierce glow from the moon landed on Jalissa's face, causing her to awake from her deep slumber.

Jalissa sat up in the king sized bed slowly, flinching from the pain that radiated from her stitched up bullet wounds.

She looked to her left, finding Rick's side of the bed abandoned.

She pulled back the covers, heading toward the bathroom to check on her most likely disheveled appearance. But, the sound of multiple voices downstairs made her stop in her tracks, rerouting herself to the doorway to better comprehend the debate taking place downstairs.

Through the open bedroom door, she could hear Rick once again try to reason with the group that they need to stay put until she gets better.

Though she loved Rick with everything in her, she agreed with the rest of the group.

He was in fact in the wrong.

The governor is still out there. He doesn't seem like the type of person to give up until he get what he wants, and he wants all of their heads on a god damn spike.

Having that kind of human being out there who also tried to kill her did and will not sit right for her. Jalissa made a vow to herself the moment she was officially off of death's door. She was going to find The governor.

He needed to pay for what he did and what he's done. Daryl has showed her how to track a couple of times, and Rick has been teaching her the ways around a gun.

She could do this.

The combination of determination and increasing experience was well in her favor.

She moved away from the doorway, turning on her heel to go to the bathroom which was adjacent to the bedroom.

She lifted up her black shirt, peeling off the large bandage concealing her stitches.

With a small stack of fresh bandages sitting on top of the bathroom sink, she picked up one, tearing open the flimsy package.

Rick entered the bedroom, hearing the sound of tape being torn from the bathroom.

He knocked on the door frame, making her turn around.

"Hey."

"Hey. Do you need help with that," he asked, looking at her failed attempt to seal her bandage correctly.

"Sure." Jalissa answered appreciative of the help.

He disposed of the wasted tape as she held up her shirt for him. When her wounds came into view, his blue eyes filled with sadness; He almost lost her. How many times was he going to experience that feeling?

"How are you feeling," he asked, clearing his throat when he realized he was staring for way too long.

"I'm good. I want to continue my target practice tomorrow morning," his eyes were pleading with her but he could already tell she wasn't going to listen to him… something inside her changed when she got shot… something for the better.

"You've been shot not once, but twice less than five days ago, Jaliss. You should rest,"

"Rick, five days is more than enough. Really. I don't want to start getting rusty. I've made pretty decent progress,"

"That you have, but.."

"You're gonna make me beg, sheriff?" she teased.

"Maybe.."

She smiled.

He finished changing her bandage, allowing her to lower her shirt.

"You're good."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Anything?"

"Yeah, of course. I mean I'll try. Remember, we are living in a world that has ended."

Her hands wound into the fabric of his open jacket, pulling him to her until their lips met in a heated kiss. Rick pulled away with his eye brows raised.

"Uh, what did I do to deserve that kind of kiss?"

"It's not about deserving it, Rick. You're my boyfriend. I tend to kiss my boyfriends that way. I hope you don't mind,"

"I don't mind," he replied, kissing her with the same level of intensity.

"Boyfriends? Do I have some competition?" he asked pulling away from her his face set in a sarcastic smile.

"Sorry to say, but you do. Way too many options in the apocolyspe," she chuckled, sliding her hands underneath his jacket, causing the article of clothing to hit the bathroom floor.

"We can't do this,"

"Rick, you said anything,"

"You're hurt and the house is small and everyone's too close for comfort,"

"Well, what you're saying is true, but there are ways around those small obstacles,"

"How so?" he asked intrigued with how ready she was.

"You're just going to have to be really gentle with me. And as for the limited space, we just have to be really quiet. What do you say, sheriff? You still want to say we can't do this?"

He walked away from Jalissa over to the open bedroom door and closed the aged door, automatically locking it.

Jalissa laid in bed with Rick until he was fast asleep. She uncoiled herself from his tight grasp, not even disturbing his deep after sex slumber. She climbed out of bed quickly, actually ignoring her pain to get dressed. She picked up her pistol Rick gave her off of the bedside table.

Jalissa tip toed her way to the foot of the bed where his pants were located.

She dug into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling out the folded map.

Her eyes drifted back to Rick a ping of guilt sitting deep in her stomach, it wasn't fair what she did and if he ever found out there would be hell to pay. But, there was no other way, Rick would never consent to letting her out in her 'condition' as he put it. She tore her eyes from him and shoved the map into her back pocket, slowly she made her way to the door hoping the floorboards didn't creak.

"It's a beautiful night out," Jesse's voice broke the silence of the night, making Fallon turn from her watch.

"Yeah, it's a great night," she paused "Till you got out here," she finished giving him a smile.

"Cold as ice," he pressed his hand to his chest. "Mind if I join you?"

"Nah," Fallon moved over so he had room to sit. "Looks like the leg is feelin' better,"

"Oh, yeah… still hurts like a bitch but I can't sit in that room anymore," his hand drifted to the bullet wound on his thigh.

"I know the feelin'," remembering the days when she was hurt.

They sat there in silence for another minute before Jesse spoke again "Rick doesn't want to leave yet… I didn't see you down there when the meeting was going on,"

Fallon raised her eyebrows "I… didn't know there was a meeting I was up here," even after helping Jalissa get here, Rick still had a problem with her… understandably so, but there had to be a line.

"He still not including you?" Jesse questioned.

"Doesn't look like it," Fallon shrugged "I don't think he ever will… there'll always be that thought in the back of his mind… in the back of all their minds,"

"Falls you did what you thought was the right thing… how could you know what was going to happen?" he put his hand on her shoulder.

"I just wanted to help…" her voice cracked. Fallon took a deep breath before she spoke again "I should have been there when it all happened,"

"You can't keep blaming yourself, Fallon it will kill you… I know, I blamed myself for Andrea for a long time but Trev snapped me out of it," he paused "You need to snap out of it,"

Fallon looked down and the ground, away from the spot on the horizon she was staring at "You are the only person to realize that," her voice was soft her eyes looking over at him.

"As much as you, and I for that matter, hate to admit it, we know each other… just like I know never finding out what really happened to Shay kills you a little more every day,"

Fallon's heart still ached when her name was brought up, she was about to answer when she heard rustling from behind the house. Her brows pinched together as she got up from her seat, her axe gripped loosely in her hand. Glancing back at Jesse, she mouthed for him to stay there just in case to which he nodded. Pressing her back against the siding of the decrepit house she slowly made her way to where the noise came from. In the darkness a figure started coming into view, Fallon let out a sigh and lowered her weapon.

"Jalissa! What are you doin'!" Fallon whisper yelled to the girl.

The other woman froze, slowly turning on her heal "Fallon…" she started.

"Does Rick know?"

"Kind of a dumb question… thought you were smarter than that," Jalissa chuckled.

"Gotta point," Fallon shrugged.

"Please don't say anything," Jalissa pleaded.

Fallon sucked in a breath, she knew what the right thing to do was, but something about the way Jalissa was talking made her second guess.

"Just be back before sun up, he already hates me… I swear to god if you get yourself hurt…" Fallon warned.

"Don't worry, I'm going to be okay," Jalissa assured her.

"Don't make me regret this," Fallon called behind her as Jalissa disappeared into the woods.

Fallon quickly walked back to the front of the house where Jesse was waiting, his gun drawn and his eyes looking into the distance.

"Hey killer, false alarm," Fallon called to him as she jogged up the steps.

"What was it?" he asked.

"Don't know, it was gone before I got there," She easily lied.

Jesse gave her a look but decided not to say anything "Okay,"

The sun was glaring down already and had only been up for maybe an hour or so; gotta love the summer. Fallon stretched her cramped muscles and started to head downstairs, only to run into Daryl and Emily emerging from the room they must have occupied. When Daryl saw her he looked away and quickly walked outside.

Weaving around a few people, Fallon finally made it to the food which she happily grabbed from Carol. She was finishing her last bite when Rick walked up to her and stood in front of her.

Fallon looked him up and down confused on why he was there… Jalissa was back she was only gone for an hour "Yes?" she asked as she swallowed her last bite.

"Daryl and Emily are going on a run they need an extra pair of hands I thought you would want to go," Rick said at her instead of to her.

Her stomach dropped a bit "Uhm," she fumbled to get her words out of her mouth "Yeah, sure I can go,"

Rick pointed her in their direction and with that she grabbed her axe and headed towards them. As she approached Emily was standing quite close to Daryl, him looking just a bit uncomfortable with her closeness. As if he could hear her thoughts Daryl looked up his eyes connecting with hers for just a second before he looked back at Emily who was chatting.

"Rick said you guys need an extra pair of hands?" Fallon asked after nobody said anything.

"I think we've got it actually," Emily answered almost with a sneer.

"No we could use her," Daryl said back "Don't know what we'll find out there,"

Emily almost rolled her eyes but obviously thought better of it, she turned and quickly followed after Daryl as if he was going to disappear. Fallon shook her head and walked behind them her footsteps soundless compared to the stomping Emily was doing. It was almost like she was doing it on purpose… Daryl had stopped walking and mumbled something to her and she immediately stopped walking like a bigfoot.

In no time they made it out of the woods and into what used to be the towns shopping center, obviously run down but there was no harm in looking. As if nothing had changed Daryl motioned for them to go forward, which she did, her eyes darting around taking in their surroundings.

"I was thinkin' we try that one first," Daryl mumbled to his companions.

"Doesn't look like anyone's been around here in a long time," Fallon answered crossing her arms.

"So there must be stuff here right?" Emily asked her voice carrying in the silence.

Both Daryl and Fallon cringed at the noise "Ah, yeah… or there's nothin' there," Fallon mentioned her eyes still scanning the surrounding parking lot.

Nothing they haven't seen before, Daryl took the lead and headed for the first shop, the girls following close behind him. Daryl banged on the glass and waited for a few minutes, he grunted and pointed his chin in the direction of the door. Emily pulled it open wide and quickly poking her head inside and looking around.

"I don't see anything," she turned to Daryl and said.

"Good well lets head inside then," Fallon answered cheerfully with a fake smile it fading as she got into the store.

"Ima check out the back," Daryl mumbled and quickly removed himself from the store and the situation.

Fallon watched as Emily's eyes followed him all the way out until she couldn't see him anymore. She shook her head and started rummaging through the boxes that were strewn about the store. Emily loudly tossed things around her eyes flicking to the door every couple of seconds, trying to ignore it she started to go to the other side of the store. As she was passing by the other woman, she saw Emily 'struggling' with the stock room door using her palms to try and push it open… enough was enough Fallon was fed up with the act.

"Move," Fallon commanded as she made it to the door.

Disappointed she moved out of the way and let Fallon try the door, turning to the side she used her shoulder and with some force the door gave way.

"Thanks," Emily answered her voice flat.

"Yupp, next time just run into it, it'll get his attention a lot quicker," Fallon shook her head.

"Um, what are you talking about?" Emily crossed her arms.

"Daryl, you obviously want his attention… and acting like you don't know how to do shit isn't going to make him like you," Fallon almost chuckled as said it,"

"I don't know what you're talking about," She denied everything.

"Mhm, it's just I'm not trying to die and you acting this way is going to get someone killed," Fallon shook her head.

Fallon was starting to walk away when Emily said "How do YOU even know that,"

Fallon held back a smile "It doesn't matter… if you really want him, be yourself you're obviously not incapable, you've made it this far. So start acting like you know what you're doing and stop acting like a damn damsel in distress,"

Emily looked down and pushed her hair from her face, turning away from the other woman Fallon's eyes fell upon a box that seemed to be full of cans. She went for it and much to her surprise all the cans were full. With a smile she walked back out of the store room and into the main store where Emily was sulking a bit.

"Hey," Fallon called to get her attention.

Emily looked up as Fallon tossed a can at her, Emily catching it with ease "Are you serious!" the girls voice lit up.

"Yeah, look what you found," Fallon answered as she walked out of the store and back into the blistering heat of the afternoon.

"Fallon you found this not me…" Emily followed her outside.

"Emily… just take the credit everyone hates me there's no changing it… Daryl included… someone might as well benefit from the find," Fallon crossed her arms pretending the statement didn't bother her.

"Thanks," Was all Emily said as she disappeared around back undoubtedly to ask Daryl for help.

He came around the side first his eyes finding Fallon before darting away and looking into the disheveled store. Emily followed closely behind him saying "Yeah, I found it in the back room!"