A/N: It's been forever! I'm sorry guys I've been in a writing slump lately and just when I seemed to get out of it I got sick and now it's finals week. This chapter is shorter than usual, but I hope this chapter satisfies you until I can get another one out which might be a while because finals are coming up.

Daryl and I walked to the highway in silence. I was walking slightly ahead of him playing with the long grass we walked through. I could feel his eyes on my back as we walked and I knew I had him worried. Other than Sophia's disappearance I continually acted fairly subdued. I am sure my recent outburst had startled Daryl.

I turned and looked back at him as I walked. He was looking at me crossbow up and ready. I smiled. He was always prepared, but he looked less tense than other times we had walked to check on the car. All of us had started to settle into a routine here. The farm seemed a strange anomaly in the world now. We hadn't seen a single walker and it seemed that this may really be the safe place we were all hoping for.

Finally we reached the highway and began weaving between cars back to where we had left Sophia supplies. Even from a distance I could tell she hadn't come. None of the supplies were touched, all mockingly straight and organized on the hood. I stood at the front of the car and slowly started rearranging the cans and bottles as I fought my tears.

"I slapped Andrea."

"She could probably use it." I looked back at Daryl. He had his crossbow up and was leaning against another car looking over the highway. I turned back to the car fingering the Cherokee rose I had left there the last time I came.

"She said that this was best thing that ever happened to me. Dad died..." I turned to look back at Daryl, "And I got you."

Daryl glanced at me slightly before keeping his gaze on the highway. I walked over to him and leaned against him. As I looked up his face I could tell his cheeks were slightly red. I reached up and tugged at the ends of his hair causing him to look down at me. I leaned in to kiss him and once I made contact he gripped my hip in his free hand. I pulled away slightly to whisper to him.

"I always had Sophia and Mom, but I think you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I turned and walked back to the car. This time Daryl followed me with his hand tucked into my back pocket. As I touched the flower again I looked at Daryl.

"Is it stupid to be sad over his death, I mean, do you ever miss your dad?" Daryl looked away from me pulling his hand out of my pocket.

"Come on. Gotta get back." He immediately started weaving back through cars. I followed him quickly wishing I hadn't said anything.

As we passed a truck that was about the same color Daryl's had been I peeked in the window and saw it was empty. I tried the door and when it opened I crawled into the cab shutting the door and moving into the passenger seat, I sat on my knees. I could see Daryl turn and look back through the windshield. When he saw me in the truck he walked back and pulled the door open standing on the jam looked at me.

"What the hell are ya doin'?" I leaned over and kissed him hard pulling on his shirt. As I pulled away I bit his bottom lip and tugged on it slightly. Still gripping his shirt I leaned back looking him in the eye before letting him go. I climbed onto the back bench. I started undoing my shorts before pulling them and my underwear off, dropping them into the front seat.

"Jesus woman."

Daryl climbed in pulling the door shut and dropping his crossbow onto the the seat. I could hear him shuffling with his belt and pants before climbing into the back seat. Immediately he bit into the side of my neck sucking and pulling at the skin there. Daryl held himself up with one hand as he dug two of his fingers inside me rubbing against my spot.

I moaned and arched up into Daryl's chest as he started to shove his fingers in and out of me. He quickly pulled his hand free and positioned himself before slamming into me. I was thrown off guard and squealed as I gripped his sides. Daryl moved fast and it was uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it. This was different from the last time and I knew that this was what people were talking about.

I put one of my legs up onto Daryl's hip as he continued to pump inside me. Daryl moved his head to rest on my shoulder and I could feel his breath falling heavily onto my shoulder blade. He moved a hand down between our bodies and started rubbing circles onto my clit. I moaned and arched up again as he kept pace with his thrusts and rubbing.

It wasn't long until I felt my inner muscles clench and I sunk down into the seat moaning lowly. Daryl continued his rhythm, but pulled his hand away from my core propping himself up on his elbow. Soon his thrusts slowed and he bit into my shoulder as he stopped completely inside of me.

I smiled tiredly as I brought my hand up to the back of his head. I ran my fingers through his hair as his muscles slowly unclenched. Daryl then sat down at my feet and quickly tucked himself back into his pants before climbing into the front of the cab. He grabbed his crossbow before opening the door.

"Nex' time ya get horny try and keep it together until we get back." Daryl quickly dropped onto the pavement before checking the highway.

I felt tears in my eyes as I slowly sat up. I didn't think he would still be mad at me. I thought we had made up and things would be back to normal. I reached into the front seat grabbing my clothes before pulling them on and climbing out of the truck. I followed slowly behind Daryl as we walked back to the woods from the highway.

The entire way through the woods was silent. Daryl used it as a hunting trip and got several squirrels. I walked quietly and tried to keep myself from feeling so dirty and used. When we got back to the farm Daryl sat down outside to dress the squirrel s and I crawled into the tent. I laid on my side staring at the tent and trying not to cry. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I remember is Daryl shaking my foot to wake me for dinner.

I slowly climbed out of the tent and looked over at the fire. Daryl was sitting beside it working on an arrow as he glanced at the pan. I walked over and kneeled next to the fire. I grabbed the fork laying on one of the plates and used it to turn the meat as it cooked. Daryl put a package of crackers onto my lap and I opened them putting a few on each plate before twisting the top.

I removed the squirrel from the pan dividing it between the plates before handing Daryl his. He took the plate setting the arrows to the side before he quickly started eating. I nibbled at the edge of a cracker staring into the fire. The cracker tasted stale, but I was hungry and I ate it quickly before finishing the others. I slowly pushed the squirrel around on my plate before eating it as well.

When I finished I placed the dishes in the tub next to the fire. I turned back and grabbed Daryl's dishes as well. I snapped the lid back onto the tub and looked Daryl. He had gone back to working on arrows and I sighed before slipping back into the tent. As I changed I tried to hold back tears as I thought about how Daryl had acted.

I knew he was mad at me for bringing up his dad, but I thought that having sex would have fixed it. That was how I had always heard people had made up and looking back it seemed stupid, but I don't know how to act. I laid down and looked at the tent ceiling. I knew it was stupid, but I just wanted everything to go well with Daryl. I had no idea how to handle relationships and I wanted to be with Daryl forever.

The more I thought the angrier I became. I didn't do anything that bad. I probably shouldn't have mentioned Daryl's father, but he hardly mentions anything about his past, so how could I know not to bring up his father. Then, when I tried to make it up to him, he acted like I was some sort of sex hound. He seemed to enjoy it enough without having to make it seem like some great burden to him.

As I lay there stewing in my own anger Daryl came into the tent and zipped up the door behind him. I could hear him pulling off his boots and jeans before climbing into bed next to me. I kept facing the wall as he got settled. It was an awkward silence as we laid there. Usually we would talk quietly as I snuggled against his side. I could hear Daryl roll over before he tugged on the back of my shirt.

"Sure ya gonna be able to sleep without takin' up my space?" I stayed still. "Come on, I ain't mad at ya."

"Well I'm mad at you."

"What the hell for?" I rolled over glaring at him.

"I felt bad about bringing up your father and tried to initiate some sort of make up sex while you treated it like some chore! I'm sorry if I'm not very good, but I haven't got as much experience as you!"

I quickly rolled back over as I felt my eyes sting. I didn't want him to see me cry. I heard Daryl sigh and thought he would just go to sleep and leave me in peace, but I felt him move closer tucking his body around mine. He dug his arm under my waist and held me close. He leaned his head over my shoulder and rested his cheek against mine.

"Experience don' mean shit. Yer pretty damn good already." Daryl pressed his nose into my cheek. "I was pissed off for fuckin' ya in the back of that truck. A herd could've gone by and I would've been too deep in ya to notice. Ya also got me thinkin' about my old man."