Disclaimer- I do not own the Walking Dead.

This is another really short Chapter but because the last chapter was so short I wrote this to make up for it.

It's a kind of fluffy chapter with banter between Merle and Danny and a little loving between Danny and Daryl. I really like this one but I am sorry it's so short.

Anyway, please read and review, I love reading each and every one of them.

Danny's POV

Herschel secures the bandage with a piece of tape then leans back and pulls off his gloves.

"It's healing nicely. I want you to start using your leg from now on so that in a couple of days we can try you without the crutches".

Finally. It's been nine days since Sophia and I arrived on this farm and it's the first day that I'm not permanently in pain. The pain is now being managed by the meds, unlike when I first arrived.

"Thank you".

He smiles at me. "No problem". Since the Sheriff and Glenn brought Herschel back two days ago he's been different. So much more welcoming, friendly like he does now want to get to know us all.

He gets up and starts walking away so I quickly get up as I wasn't actually done with him. "Hey", I try to follow him but the combination of my crutches and the coffee table just makes that impossible. Thankfully he stops. "I wanted to ask how Beth was because Sophia's run out of people that will let her paint their nails and I know she would like to spend some time with Beth 'cause they are closer in age". I absolutely love spending time with Sophia but she probably shouldn't be around Merle too much because her ears are not old enough for some of the things that come out of his mouth. However I have noticed him getting better, especially now that he's spending some time with her mum.

"She's not fully recovered. She's still grieving and the shock of it all seems to have been too much for her." Oh, "But I can talk to her, maybe spending some time with Sophia can help her".

"Thank you, but don't worry if she's not as I'm sure Sophia can wait until she's better". He gives me a slight nod in gratitude. I move out from behind the table, "And thank you for this, now I should probably go and make sure Merle's been behaving."

He chuckles, "Him and Shane have been butting heads quite a lot these last two days".

"Yeah I am sorry about that, you aren't the only one that doesn't like Shane. Merle's never trusted him and it's just getting worse". Merle isn't the only one. I've never been a fan of Shane but nowadays you wouldn't catch me being alone with him. He's cracking.

"Remember use that leg". He ignores the Shane and Merle comment but I guess it's not something he want's to talk about. I take that as my cue to leave him in peace, I assume he probably has a lot of work to do although he is now getting a lot of help from everyone else.

I step out the back door the breeze wafting my dress around my legs. The days are certainly starting to get cooler so I've really got to go out and get some jeans, urgh, and some more jumpers cause in a week or so it'll be way too cold to get away with dresses.

I make my way over to Merle. Using my leg to walk does hurt but it definitely has me walking faster. Good, cause I was sick of being so damn slow.

Merle spots me, he rests his arm against his truck and grins at me. "Well lookey 'ere. Someone's finally traveling faster than a tortoise. Maybe you'll be able to out walk a Walker now. 'Cause I was really startin' to believe you'd have to be left behind".

"Ha funny. I have my gun now so don't think I won't shoot you in the leg. Remember, if I get left behind so do you.".

"Ya wouldn't 'ave the guts for it". He challenges.

"Maybe, but he does". I jerk my head in the direction of Daryl who can definitely hear us but is clearly ignoring us.

Merle grumbles, "Shit, used to be me he'd do anythin' for, now I've been fucked over by some chick in a dress".

I use my crutch to whack him in the shin. "Don't be jealous".

He scoffs and steps away from the truck, "what the fuck did ya want anyway?"

"We're going out".

"Nah, we ain't".

"Nothing big, I just thought you could teach me how to shoot the rifle from a distance. I mean you can't tell me that won't be a good thing to know. Can have your back from a distance or you know... Shoot you in the back from a distance. I'm fine with either."

He sighs, "Ya supposed to be restin'?" He's caving.

"I've rested six days longer than you did and you lost a hand"

He chuckles and shrugs "Get in the truck then sweet cheeks."

I knew he'd cave, in fact I'm fairly certain he only questioned it because it was what he was supposed to do not what he wanted to do. He's probably more than happy to get out of here for a few hours.

"I knew", I did not realise Daryl had walked over, his voice actually causes me to tense as he catches me by surprise. "You'd fuckin' cave. You'd do anythin' she suggested even if it was a terrible idea".

Merle nods his head in agreement and mumbles a quick yeah. It is true, I bet I could convince him to do anything with a little upsell. He's always up for a stupid idea, lucky for him I don't have many of those, if any.

"Ya walkin' better today but that don't mean ya should be goin' out. Rest just a couple more days". Daryl gives it a shot at changing my mind but he'll just keep saying a couple more days every couple of days. I know him.

"Too late. Merle said yes". I then stick my tongue out as Merle opens the door for me. My climbing in isn't smooth at all and I actually require Merle to help. I can hear Daryl sigh in defeat behind me cause I can only assume this little activity hasn't helped prove my point of being okay.

Merle slams the door on me once I'm seated and claps his hands together. "See, easy peasy".

Before Daryl can disagree like he so clearly wants to the Sheriff suddenly appears, "You guys goin' out? Be careful. I'm certain his group ain't lookin' for him but just in case go west and stay away from town."

"Will do". Daryl agrees.

"If ya ain't back by sundown I'm comin' out to find ya".

As soon as the Sheriffs out of ear shot I stick my head out the window. "Ooh, you two need to be more careful 'fore you become his best buds". I'm making a joke but actually it's nice to have him tell us to be careful. They both ignore me, Merle grabs my back pack and shoves it through my window along with my bat. After he's grabbed his gear he then jumps into the bed and settles himself against the back window as Daryl climbs into the drivers seat.

Daryl hasn't been his normal self since Randall was brought back but I can see he's trying. The thought of a bad group potentially being so close to us has him on edge, especially with what happened back on our second morning together. He's been more on guard than normal, constantly looking around at his surroundings. A little more short tempered and snappy. Merle made a PMSing comment to Daryl and it really did not go well. He seems to have no patience when Merle and I are together, thinks we're messing around too much because, and I quote, 'not everything's a joke'. He has repeated that sentence three more times in the last two days. I really have no idea how to help him other than waiting it out until Randall's gone.

...

"Shit girl". Merle follows that with a whistle. I'm stood in the bed of the truck using the cab roof to stand the rifle on. We've been out here for about an hour and I've picked this up pretty quickly. Who knew I had a talent for sniping, certainly not me or Merle from the sound of it. Merle's excitement makes him bounce the truck bed causing Daryl to instantly reach out to make sure I stay upright.

"Good shot". Daryl doesn't smile but his face has relaxed from being out here.

"Thanks." I offer him a smile which he obviously doesn't return. I love Merle but right at this moment, with Daryl's hand holding my hip and watching him stare off across the field waiting for me to take my next shot, I wish we were alone. Just the two of us.

"Come on, I'm growin' old 'ere", Merle follows his whine with another bounce causing Daryl to grip my hip even tighter and let out a sharp puff of air in annoyance.

I lean forward and ready myself for another shot, I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly and then I'm squeezing the trigger. I hit my target, the Walker falls back off it's feet. It wasn't dead centre of it's forehead but I wasn't far off.

Merle lets out another excited sound.

"Merle" I take aim at another Walker, "If you don't stop I will shoot you".

He snorts but does refrain from making another noise as I hit this Walker in the neck.

"Relax", Daryl suggests but how do I relax when I can feel his thumbs rubbing circles against my hip bone, this dress has suddenly become way too thin as his touch sends a shiver running through my spine. I clear my throat and try and do what he suggest. Letting out another deep breath I squeeze the trigger, this time hitting it in the cheek. This shot reaches it's brain and it to falls to the ground.

Right, I'm done. I can't concentrate.

I limp back a step giving Daryl no option but to let me go. "I'm ready to head back now".

I can see the worry flash over his face. "Are you okay".

"Yeah, I'm... Painkillers are wearing off". Not a complete lie but the pains barely a dull ache.

"Alright, let's get ya back".

We make the journey back and as soon as I spot the mailbox named Greene I sit upright in my seat.

"Stop". Daryl doesn't do a full on emergency stop but he definitely breaks harder than normal causing Merle to bang against the back window. I ignore Daryl's questions and lean my head out the window.

"Merle, get out".

His head pops round the edge and he glares at me. "What?"

"Get out. It's not a long walk from here".

"Why the fu...". He doesn't finish that sentence, instead his eyebrows raise and a sly grin appears on his face. I stare at him and mouth for him to go. "Gotcha".

Slightly embarrassing but there wasn't really a non embarrassing way of getting him out the truck.

I hear Merles feet hit the tarmac and then he's suddenly stood in front of my open window. He winks at me and gives me a sloppy two finger salute.

"Have fun". Before Daryl can question what the hell is going on Merle walks off down the driveway.

When I turn to face the man in the driver's seat he's looking extremely confused, with some wariness thrown in. I don't think he completely trusts me at this moment in time.

"You seem happier out here, away from Randall." I look out the windscreen at the sky. "And I'm about 70% sure we have a good couple of hours left before sunset meaning we don't have to be back just yet. So I thought we could spend some time together, just you and me". And here comes the awkwardness because he's not saying anything, all he's done is raise an eyebrow.

God how I wish I was smoother or even knew how to flirt. Other than just physically jumping on him I have nothing.

After an immensely long time of just staring at me he finally turns back to face the front, he puts the truck back in gear and then we're moving. I can't be certain without leaning forwards to look but I think there's a smirk playing on the corner of his lips, his first one in days.

...

I can't help but smile as we make the drive back to the farm, although I do wish we could have stayed out longer but we were given a curfew and we shouldn't push our luck on that. On the journey back he pulled me against his side and placed his hand on top of my right thigh, being careful of my left. We had fun, although he was extremely hesitant to do anything because of my leg but I assured him I would be okay. Plus Sex is the best painkiller there is.

I didn't want to add any tension or drama into this as I liked it just as them being happy.