It was a week after Daryl had came home and from checking in with Hershel or Maggie, Zayla knew that he was healing well. She missed his company while she went hunting, but she was much happier knowing that all her rabbit traps caught something for everyone to enjoy. She was just waiting to see what Andrea had to say now that the blonde got her wish of rabbit meat over deer.

After giving the game to Maggie to skin and prepare, she went inside the Greene farmhouse and upstairs to the room Daryl was settled in, finding him propped up in bed.

"Mornin', sunshine." She smiled at him.

"How's the hunt?"

"Got us a deer and caught some rabbits. We're fine, Daryl." She told him as she set Stro against the edge of the bed and sat down on the mattress, peeling her boots off. She sighed when they were off and leaned back on her elbows to look at Daryl watching her. "Hershel said you wanted to get outta here."

"Ain't my house." He shrugged.

"He also said that you refused to let Maggie tend to you 'cause you're a stubborn, stinky jackass."

"He didn't say that." He called her bluff, but continued grumbling, "Don't like people touchin' me anyways."

"She was trying to help you, Daryl." She told him with some sternness in her tone, knowing that the Greene family were honestly trying to care for her stubborn companion. "And I'm not luggin' your ass outta here until you get those wounds cleaned, so suck it up."

"You do it then."

She raised her brows at him. "Did you just ask me to give you a sponge bath, Dixon? Do I look like Merle to you?"

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" He snapped as she laughed, but he didn't find anything funny about what she was implying.

Zayla went down the hall and ran a bath for Daryl, having to leave the room to stop the temptation of making it a bubble bath. When she returned to his room, she found him stripped and sitting on the edge of the bed with the towel Maggie left around his waist. She went over to help him stand and eyed the wound on his side as much as she could before they were in the bathroom. She eased him into the warm water and took it upon herself to take the towel off before he got it wet, which he allowed without argument.

Once he was settled in the tub, she went about giving him a gentle scrub down and she cleaned his wound as well. Then, Daryl dunked himself under the water for a moment before surfacing and she took the hint that he wanted his hair washed too. It was getting a little longer now that he was on bedrest, so she searched the cabinet for scissors and trimmed the dead ends, then she grabbed a brush and began combing his locks.

"You're a big baby, Dixon." She teased as she combed his hair. She looked over his head and found his eyes shut as he relaxed and that made her smile.

"Am not." He grumbled.

"Are too." She shot back. "You act tough for everyone else, but I know you're a softie."

"Ain't soft."

"Yeah, you are, cubby." She smiled as she dumped a handful of water over his head, getting the bubbles out. "You demanded to be taken out of Hershel's comfy bed in his warm house where you were being taken care of by two beautiful women because you just wanted to sponge bath from your favorite ginger. I knew what you were up to all along."

He huffed at her assumption. "You're crazy."

...

"I pitched your tent and got you something to read." Zayla told Daryl as he eased himself down on the sleeping bag in his personal next. She pointed to the small stack of magazines and a few books she thought he might like from the house next to the sleeping bag and Daryl thumbed through the covers. "Get comfy 'cause you won't be doing anything other than sleeping, reading, eating and going to the bathroom until you're fully healed."

"Yes, ma'am." He easily obliged and Zayla cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, now we're compliant. What happened to your rebellion, Mr. Guevara?"

He smirked at her before grabbing one of the books. "Got what I wanted."

"You sneaky little-"

"Um, Daryl? Are you-" Andrea's voice came from the flap of the tent and she stuck her head in to see who was inside. "Zayla, okay, I'm leaving. I don't wanna fight."

"Every time you breathe, you're lookin' for a fight." Zayla almost growled at the woman as she stared the blonde down.

"Maggie told me that Daryl was getting out of the house today and I just wanted to bring him some stuff while he's finishing his bed rest." She held up the small basket filled with books and it looked like a board game was stuffed in there too. She set the basket down at her feet and looked like a little kid about to tell their parents why they got in trouble as she eyed Zayla from under her bangs. "And I came to apologize to him. You didn't see him out there, Zayla, I did. He was dirty and hobbling and bloody and he just looked like a Walker and he was wandering over the boundary line, so I took the shot. And I was so happy because I got another one and I helped and as traumatizing as it would've been, I was gonna gouge that bullet out and come...show you…"

"You were gonna come runnin' to tell me you shot a Walker?" Zayla questioned.

"...from atop the RV with a rifle without dropping the rifle...yeah, I was." Andrea nodded and finally found the courage to pick her head up and meet the ginger's eyes. "It's stupid and I know you're gonna tease me about it, but I'd take it 'cause I thought you would've been proud."

Zayla rolled her eyes as her anger melted away upon hearing Andrea's little story. Of course, she was still majorly pissed that Daryl could've died at the blonde's hands, but after hearing that she didn't just shoot him for fun, a piece of her stone-cold heart chipped away.

"Andrea, you barely know how to handle a handgun without the damn thing flying outta your hands when it fires." Zayla reasoned with the blonde, her voice becoming softer. "If you wanna help out more and keep the boundary line clear, you gotta ask someone for lessons or you're gonna kill someone like you almost did."

"So teach me how to shoot and eliminate the problem!" Andrea pleaded to Zayla's utter horror.

"Hell no! Are you insane?"

"Zayla." Daryl intervened and he didn't say another word, but his eyes had more than enough to say.

"Don't you Zayla me. I ain't signin' up to die just 'cause she wants to shoot." Daryl continued staring at the redhead without an ounce of fear, neither dominating, but knowing he was in the right and it was only a matter of seconds before she gave in because he could see her fingers curling into a fist, so he smiled at them. "Fine." She spat at those damned blue eyes she could never say 'no' to, just to get him to stop pinning her with that 'You know I'm right' stare. "I will teach you about guns and how to handle some of the ones we have, but don't think we're friends, Barbie. I will tear your head off."

Andrea smiled and against everything telling her not to push it or overstep some boundary Zayla put down, she hugged the ginger. "I know."

"Back off before I break out in Hives." She shrugged the blonde off before pushing her out of the tent. "First lesson's tomorrow with Carl and Sophia."