A/N: I was not feeling spell checking today, but I thought you would enjoy a chapter with whatever mistakes I originally made.

I was kneeling in front of a washtub scrubbing a pair of Daryl's pants. As I had been for the last ten minutes. I quickly shook my head and quickly moved the pants into the other bin to be rinsed. I had a lot of laundry to do from the last few days. Rick, Shane, Daryl and Andrea all had bloody clothes and I was doing some other clothes as well.

It was taking much longer than usual because I kept zoning out and would end up washing the same thing for a while. Mostly I was thinking about sex. I was also thinking about Daryl. Daryl and sex. Sex and Daryl. Sex with Daryl. Daryl was a lot older than me and I wasn't sure how much experience he had, but it had to be more than me. I had never really thought about sex before, but I never had anyone to do it with either.

I blushed and looked down. I vigorously scrubbed the shirt that I was washing before moving it into the clean pile. I shouldn't feel embarrassed about thinking about sex with Daryl, but I was. The main thing that made me nervous was that I had no idea how Daryl even felt about me. I knew that I liked Daryl a lot and I was almost positive that Ioved him. Unfortunately Daryl was a mystery to me. He would hold me and had no problems sleeping together, but I don't know how much he really cared about me.

I looked around and saw that everyone had almost finished setting up camp. I quickly started doing the laundry concentrating on what I was doing. The laundry was done easily when I focused on it instead of my relationship problems. After making sure that everything was rinsed I picked up the bin and slowly walked over to the clothesline I had hung. I was quick about throwing things over and was all most done when Shane walked up.

He was limping from his earlier excursion to the high school for supplies and he stood on the other side of the bin looking at me for a few minutes. Then he reached down and picked up a shirt and hung it on the line. I followed his example and we hiung things in silence before he suddenly spoke up.

"You and Daryl?" I looked over at him and nodded. "You know he's a lot older than you, right?"

"Age doesn't really matter anymore does it?" He scratched the back of his head.

"I saw him movin' your stuff into his tent earlier. You know about that." I shook my head.

"I didn't know, but it doesn't bother me." I picked up the bin and went to leave, but Shane grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I looked at him startled.

"Daryl is not a good guy. You can't just settle on the first man you find." He shook me and grabbed my other arm. "I've seen guys like Dixon and his brother coming' in and out of prison." My eyes narrowed and I pulled away.

"I'm not settling for Daryl and if you really think he's not good enough then you obviously don't know him."

I quickly turned and walked back to where I had left the wash water. As I walked I could feel myself shaking. Shane had terrified me. I still remembered what Dad had looked like after Shane got a hold of him and ever since he had made me nervous. Now he had basically assaulted me and that dates me even more. I quickly wiped my eyes of the gews tears that had slipped and dropped the empty bin on the ground.

I picked up the bin filled with dirty water and started to carry it to dump it. I heard branches breaking to my side and looked to see Daryl walking up to me. He quickly took the heavy tub and dumped it before walking back to me. He dropped the tub next to the other before walking back to me. Daryl stood in front of me and bit the side of his thumb while staring at me. Finally he dropped his hand and stepped closer.

"I put yer stuff in my tent." He looked down at the ground. "I just thought ya would wanna sleep there since ya've been sleeping with me for the last few nights. Ya don't have to. I can move everythin' into her mom's tent."

When he finished he didn't look up, but he toed the ground with his one boot. I smiled and quickly hugged him around the middle. I propped my chin on his chest and looked at him. Daryl stared down at me startled. I smiled up at him and went up onto my tiptoes to kiss him. When I pulled back Daryl had a small smile on his face.

"I would love to stay in your tent with you. As long as you let me snuggle." Daryl rolled his eyes, but put his arms around me.

"Ya sure that's yer condition." I nodded happily. "Well I guess I don't have a choice then." Daryl leaned down and kissed me. "Come on I'll show ya our place."

I laughed as Daryl lead me away from the group of tents and off towards the lone tent. It was alone in a small stand of trees and a broken down chimney where Daryl had his crossbow leaning. Daryl dropped his arm from around me and hogged up ahead. He turned around and looked at me putting his hands on his hips. He smirked back at me and I smiled at him. He seemed truly happy and I was glad.

"We'll sleep in the tent and this," he put his leg up on the wood pile by the chimney, "is where I'll do my skinin' and other manly duties." I laughed as he moved over by the tent and motioned to a small fire pit. "This is where ya can cook for me."

I crossed my arms and looked at him. I could see a hint of a smile behind his thumb as he chewed it. I walked over to him and leaned against him. Daryl looked down at me smirking like he was daring me to say something about his cooking comment. I could play his game.

"That's where you want me to cook?" He nodded. "For you?" He nodded again. "Well you're lucky I like cooking, but I have a question. What should I do for you in the tent?" Daryl's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. I smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You think about it."

I turned and walked back to main camp. After turning away from Daryl, I blushed horribly. I couldn't believed I had said that to him or what I had gotten myself into. I had wandered back to the laundry bins and I quickly picked them up. I walked them back to the Rv and as I set them down I felt a hand grab my arm spinning me around quickly. As I was pushed up against the Rv I saw Shane in front of me and he looked furious.

"I get done talking to you ten minutes ago before you go cuddlin' up to him again." He had moved in close to me and I had no idea what to do. I was frozen. It was just like dealing with Dad, but Shane was bigger and stronger. "What are you thinkin' bein' with him."

Before he could do anything else he was pulled away from me. As Shane was turned to the side I saw Daryl furious and gripping his shoulder. Shane rolled his shoulder and Daryl dropped his arm. They were both tense and starring at each other. This was worse. I was fairly certain Shane wouldn't have her me, but he would have no problem hitting Daryl. Daryl was tough, but smaller than Shane and I was worried about him. Daryl took a step to the side in front of me and put a finger in Shane's face.

"Ya stay away from her. Ya put yer hands on her again and I'll kill ya."

Shane scroffed and walked away. I was pretty sure that he whispered pervert as he went. Daryl turned and grabbed the back of my shirt and he moved me back towards our tent. He walked me around the chimney before he pressed me against the far side. He looked at me in the face before looking over the rest of me.

"Did he hurt ya." Daryl looked back up at me and I shook my head. "Has he tried anything earlier."

"Just early today he talked to me."

"'Bout what?" I didn't know what to say, but I knew I was a terrible liar.

"You." Daryl looked at me confused.

"What about me?"

"He, uh, he just, um, he said that I should stay away from you." Daryl looked furious.

"You should stay away from me? What for?"

"He said that you weren't a good guy."

"I'm not a good guy. He was the one putting his hands on ya. I have never raised a hand to ya and I never would." Daryl was just getting more and more angry as we talked. I quickly grabbed Daryl's face and kissed him. When I pulled away I put my arms around his neck and whispered into his ear.

"I know, sweetheart. You're better than everyone gives you credit for." Daryl put his arms around me and buried his head in my neck.

"I know I'm not good enough for ya. I just worry yet gonna realize it." I smiled and leaned my head against his.

"There is nothing Shane could say that would get me to leave you." Daryl pulled away and kissed my temple, before he looked off I to the side.

"And don't go around callin' me sweetheart no more." He leaned over and picked up his crossbow before heading away from me. I smiled as he walked away before moving to the tent to get it ready to sleep in.