To make up for the shortness of the last chapter~ Still not long enough but... At least its 2 in one day. Also, for those who notice, I, honestly, want to focus more on Arron and Daryl then I do the actual story line of the walking dead, so for the time being just imagine this is what is happening in all those scenes that focus of someone else other then Daryl. lol That is what I am doing. Soon I'm gonna get bord with the main line of the show and branch out. Stay at home oder for the win! 'Cept I still have to work because my job hates me.

~Loner

Arron had to give it to Glen. The kid was smart, his strategy sound. Arron grumbled quietly to himself from his spot next to Daryl. Seriously, though, as much as he understood that these idiots were scared for their life, he much rather be off looking for his best friend. Logically, Arron wasn't worried for Merle's life. Merle was ex-military, even as a drop out, he knew his shit. No, it wasn't really Merle he was worried about, but Daryl. Even as T-Dog and Rick, the idiot, listened to Glen's argument on why his plan was the best, Arron could see Daryl constantly glancing at him, the look in the boy's eyes clearly looking for reassurance. By time Glen, T-Dog, and Rick finished with this little side mission of theirs, Merle was going to be long gone. The trail will be so cold, even Arron wouldn't be able to pick it back up. Not for the first time, Arron cursed this new world they were in. At least with the old world Arron would be able to track Merle digitally…

Daryl reached out, discreetly, and pinched the hem of Arron's shirt. With Merle gone, Daryl didn't know what else to do. He reverted back to his shy teenage years when he refused to leave Arron's side for fear of getting lost. There was something very grounding about physically knowing his Pa was next to him. It helped him to stay in the now, instead of the 'What-if's. Daryl knew his brother was long gone. How could Merle not be? As far as Merle knew, the others had abandoned him on that roof with those Geeks. And wasn't that a scary thought, Daryl thought as he tightened his grip on his Pa's shirt. He almost whimpered when a familiar hand covered his, sending warmth though him. Daryl looked up with pleading eyes, wanting Arron to tell him what he already knew.

"It will be okay, love," Arron mumbled quietly, "Merle is one of us. Tough as nails."

Daryl nodded. His Pa was right. His Pa was always right when it came to Merle and his activities. Daryl loosened his grip a little, but not completely. He'd be damn if he let Arron run away as well. Daryl didn't know what he would do without the man.

"What did you do before all of this?" Daryl asked Glen curiously, just before the mini- circle broke up according to plan.

"Delivered Pizzas," Glen answered with a confused face. What did that have to do with anything? Glen watched the group exchange glance, except Arron, who just seemed amused by something, nodding to each other with a look that could only be described as 'Alright. Bet' in the Asian's point of view. Glen caught Arron's eyes. Arron just shrugged minutely, like he didn't understand either, before being pulled out of the room with Daryl as the boy tried to climb down the fire escape outside the window without letting go of the man.

Arron rolled his eyes fondly at Daryl's antics.

Down the ladder, across the alleyway, Daryl, Glen, and Arron, who was really just following Daryl at this point, stopped by a random dumpster.

"Got some balls for a Chinaman," Daryl stated as he set up his cross bow with a new arrow.

"I'm Korean." Dumbass, was politely left off.

"Whatever."

A second later, Glen was off to do his self-assigned job. When Arron was completely sure they were alone, the man reached over and smacked his boy upside his head. "Idiot."

Daryl grumbled, "Ain't got no problem when Merle says it."

"Merle's an ass wipe, who I have no control over," Arron hissed, narrowing his eyes at Daryl, "You on the other hand. I know you know better. I have no qualms with bending you over my knee, no matter how old you are."

Daryl paused, shuttered, and then looked back at Arron briefly with a slightly hurt look on his face.

Arron wasn't fooled by the look. He could see the boy's faint blush and slightly glazed eyes, almost like he was already imagining it happening. That, of course, set Arron's imagination off. He could already see that fine ass looking up at him, jeans around delicious looking legs. He could feel the stinging in his hands, and Arron clenched his hands into balls subconsciously. He would need to control himself, to stop himself from violating the boy between slaps on the ass. Then, suddenly, his imagination took it a step farther. Anal plugs and dildos found their way into the imagined scene. The katana hilt in his hand felt more like the grip on a paddle…

Daryl watched Arron's eyes glaze over as the man stared at him, hands clenching. He wondered if his Pa was worried he stepped over a line with that last statement. Perhaps, thinking Daryl was really too old to be spanking like a naughty pre-teen. Daryl half hoped that was the case, the other half hoped his Pa would live up to his word. Daryl wasn't the little virgin he was when he was 16. He completely understood the sexual meaning to spanking. He, personally, was never the one to like people touching him, but that didn't mean he didn't go out to bars or pick up girls in the… park… yes, park. He'd never actively looked at any males, obviously. The only male he found attractive was his Pa and wasn't that confusing growing up. Daryl sort of just chalked it up to "daddy issues" and left it at that.

Light footsteps at the other side of the alley woke them both…

Arron watched Daryl pace the length of the office like a tiger in a carnival cage. Okay, so, Arron liked Glen way more then he liked anyone else in the main group, but… Seriously? Arron narrowed his eyes at Daryl. His possessiveness was roaring its ugly head with every loop Daryl made. Daryl was his, he knew this (Okay, so Arron may or may not scare off a lot off of the people who visited Daryl in bed… That's what he was supposed to do right? He was supposed to protect his baby from those… evil witches).

"Those men you were with," Rick began after he made himself confortable on the nearest desk to the little bastard that got the drop on Daryl and Arron, "We need to know where they are."

No, we don't, Arron mentally sneered. He didn't want Glen back if this is how Daryl is going to react to the little bitch. Best to cut it off now.

"Ain't telling you nothing," The kid replied.

Good. Good, Arron cheered. See he is on my side~

"What the hell happened back there?" T-Dog asked, annoyance coloring his tone and body language.

That one question set Daryl off.

Arron didn't like how Rick and Daryl 'just naturally' fell into the 'good cop/bad cop' routine either. It was gross, and Daryl was his, damn it.

This is kind of funny, Arron thought as he walked through the nursing home, as always one step behind Daryl. He looked in on room to the left, little old lady taking her afternoon nap, and then almost immediately looked in the room to the right, an old man struggling to get off the chair in front of the TV. Eventually, the group made it to the crowd of old people crowding around what he assumed was the old person who needed his medicine.

Arron snickered quietly. Hidden nation of old people, he thought as he reached out touching Daryl lightly on the hip to keep the kid nearby.

An hour later, Arron was bored of it and ready to go home. The constant scowl on his face as he hid in the corner hiding from the old lady who insisted he was her son; a son whom, apparently, hasn't visited the woman in 20 years. Daryl just snickered at him.