So over 42,000 reads on this story, over 1,200 votes and over 400 comments!!! WHOOP!! I honestly never believed that this story would actually get that many reads! I've learned through the world of fanfic that people are more interested in Daryl than Norman, which makes absolutely no sense to me. How could you not like Norman?! Without him there wouldn't be a Daryl! That role was made for him.....literally!!

I officially have 150 followers!!! Guys that makes me super special!! Thank you all!!!

I'm still at number 2 :( if you guys spread the word so I can get more reads and votes I bet y'all could get me back to number 1 in no time! But I'll just sit here and be patient :P

Okay so quick question. What do you guys think about me making a twitter account specifically for my readers so we could talk to each other! We could talk about the story, you could keep up on me when I talk about updating (I'll tweet when I'm writing the next chapter and when I'm updating.) We can just talk in general. If you guys ever had any questions about the story or any ideas you could always tweet me! I used to be able to talk to a lot of you on here but now that they took the chat bar away it's more difficult and I just figured a bunch of people had twitter!! I miss talking to a lot of you guys!! Anyway let me know in the comment section below!!

This chapter is gonna get a little crazy! Buckle your seat belts folks! It's gonna be a bumpy ride!

Reedus kisses for everyone!!!!!! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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We had been at the Dixon's cabin for a little over a week and things were a little nuts. Though everyone seemed to be getting along just fine Daryl and I were constantly at each other's throats. Ever since we met up again he was constantly up my ass.

Wherever I went Daryl was trailing me. Merle and I seemed to be all good. He told how he had heard Daryl have countless nightmares and sometimes cried himself to sleep because I wasn't around and he didn't know if he was ever going to find me again.

Merle also told me that Daryl was truly sorry for the way we left things. I knew he was but something inside me was still hurting with the way we left things. Daryl told me he didn't love me and it truly got me to thinking if he really ever meant it when he told me.

I was currently making more bolts for my crossbow. It seemed like every time I turned around one was breaking or I was losing another. I quickly clicked the finished ones into my crossbow and threw it over my back. I trotted down the stairs only to be greeted by a pair of blue eyes.

"Where do you think you're going, Girlie?" I sighed and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. "I'm going to hunt, Merle," I said. I bent down and pulled the tension back in the bow before knocking an arrow. I looked back up to see Merle staring at me intently.

"What?" I asked him rather annoyed by his icy stare. Merle gave me that typical Dixon smirk. "You and I both know there's nothing out there that you can catch. It's the middle of winter," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Now, ya wanna tell me the real reason you're going out?"

I sighed and pushed a few stray hairs out of my face. "Ever thought I just wanted to get away for a bit? You never know what I might find," I said. It was early in the morning and I was hoping I could just sneak out. Obviously I was way wrong. Merle let out a chuckle.

"What's on your mind, Girlie?" he asked while gesturing the seat beside him. I looked out the window and back at Merle who raised an eyebrow at me. I sat my crossbow on the floor and took a seat. Merle leaned a little closer and caught my eye.

"Now, really, what's on your mind?" Merle asked while leaning in just a tad closer. I rested my chin on top of one of my hands. "It's your damn brother," it wasn't like me to not call Daryl by his name when I was talking about him, but right now I was a little pissed.

"What did my baby brother do this time?" Merle asked me. I groaned. "What hasn't he done?" I asked rhetorically and Merle chuckled again. "He's constantly been up my ass since we've ran into each other again. Don't get me wrong I love him, but it's almost like he thinks I'm going to leave."

I watched as Merle contemplated what I said. He rested his chin on top of his stump and squinted his eyes still thinking. "Ever thought that maybe he is?" he asked. I glared over at him. "Obviously I'm not or I would've already left," I said. Merle raised an eyebrow at me again.

"I already told you he's sorry," Merle started. I scoffed slightly. "He may be, but I'm still not happy with him. What he said was pretty harsh," I said. Merle nodded slightly. "You're just as stubborn as him. You're definitely a Dixon, Girlie," I rolled my eyes.

I shoved my chair back and grabbed my crossbow off the floor. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going out. I won't be gone long," I said. Merle didn't say anything as he watched me walk outside into the cold. I start walking down the steps when I heard a grunt.

I turned to see Daryl leaning against the side of the cabin. "Damn it," I cursed under my breath. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he growled. I rolled my eyes at him. "Where does it look like I'm going," I gestured to my crossbow on my back.

"You ain't going out by yourself," he said while pushing himself off of the wall and walking towards me. I took a step backwards. "I'm pretty sure I didn't ask for your permission," I said while hitching my crossbow higher on my back and starting towards the woods.

I could hear the light crunch of the Daryl's boots in the snow following me. I stopped abruptly and Daryl bumped into my back. "Are you going to make a habit out of this?" I asked while turning around to face him. He glared right back at me as if he didn't hear what I said.

"I am perfectly capable of going out on my own. I did it for a whole month by myself," I said. Okay, so that was kind of low, but I was really getting sick of him following me everywhere. Daryl's face fell. "I just got you back. I'm not losing you for a third time." The words from a few months back at the CDC started haunting me.

"Emery, I just got you back. I'm not going to lose you again."

I sighed. "Daryl, you aren't going to lose me. I just want to be alone," Daryl glared at me once more. "It's not safe to be out there by yourself. I don't care how strong you think you are," I looked up at Daryl and once again his face had softened. He was seriously being so bipolar lately.

"Maybe I don't want you protecting me!" I shot at him. I could tell he was taken aback by my words, but I didn't care. He cocked his head to the side as if he didn't understand. "Daryl just get out of here!" I said while shoving him back towards the cabin.

I just wanted space. Was that too much to ask for? It seemed like everyone had been hounding me lately and I just wanted some fucking peace and quiet. Daryl looked offended as I turned my back on him and started to head deeper into the woods.

Even if he didn't think I could, I still heard his soft footsteps behind me as he followed me. I could tell he was a little ways behind me as if trying to make it look like he wasn't following me but I knew better. I took a quick glance behind me and noticed he stopped.

I stopped too and turned to face him. "Are you going to keep following me?" I called out. Daryl's head snapped up and his eyes connected with mine. "Ya said you wanted to be alone and that's what I'm doing. We can both hunt doesn't mean we're doing it together."

I snorted and turned around. I kept walking through the woods. When I looked down I noticed the snow was deep enough to leave footprints. "Shit," I cursed. That wasn't good. Anyone could find them and then follow us back all the way back to the cabin.

I quickly broke off a branch and ran in absent mindedly through the snow. I drug it behind me as I walked deeper into the woods. It covered my tracks pretty well and it didn't look like someone was purposely covering their tracks. I heard a creak in the trees which made me jump.

"It's just the wind," I mumbled to myself. I had no clue why I was scared all of the sudden. That definitely wasn't like me. I let a shaky breath out and kept walking deeper into the woods hoping something would just walk right in front of me and I could shoot it down.

I turned around and I could no longer see Daryl. Now I was worried. Even though I wanted him to leave me alone I wanted him to fight for me and come after me and make me stop being so stubborn. Obviously he was just as stubborn as me and wasn't going to give in that easily.

A cold wind blew and I pulled my jacket around me tighter. It was suddenly way too quiet and it became really eerie. I pulled up my hood on my jacket trying to protect my ears from the cold. Something wasn't right. It was just way too damn quiet.

I pulled my crossbow up and checked it just to make sure a bolt was in it and the safety was off. I sighed a little as I tried to relax myself. I heard another crack of a tree limb and I turned around to see a figure walking through the woods. I rolled my eyes.

"I thought I told him to stop following me," I mumbled to myself. I bent down to get a closer look at the snow to see if I could pick up any tracks, even if it was just a squirrel or two it was better than nothing. "Finally," I whispered as I had caught a faint trail.

I started after it hoping it was a rabbit instead of a squirrel. The prints looked a little bigger than a squirrel but not big enough to be a rabbit. Maybe it was a fat squirrel. Suddenly the trail just disappeared. "What the hell?" I mumbled to myself.

I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. I tugged on it lightly trying to get myself to focus. In all honestly my brain kept filtering back to Daryl and how I was treating him. It was usually him treating me like shit and me taking it but now it was the other way around.

I looked around trying to see if I could catch it again. A tree wasn't even close to where the trail ended. I heard another crack and I looked up to see a couple birds fly away. Why the hell were there still birds here? Damn, I probably could've taken one down.

I heard the crack once more but this time it was too close for comfort. I whipped around in a circle trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. I knew it was probably Daryl just trying to mess with me because he was mad. "Come on Daryl this isn't funny," I whispered.

I didn't hear anything in return and I huffed. "Fine be that way, but I'll leave your ass out here!" I whispered again but my voice came out a little louder hoping that he would hear me. Once again I got nothing in return. I spun around in a circle again finding nothing.

The crack was behind me this time. I whipped around with my crossbow and it was quickly knocked out of my hands. "Daryl," I growled thinking this was some sort of cruel joke he was playing. Suddenly I was knocked over the head and my vision went hazy.

I saw a blur of someone standing over me before my head flopped into the snow and my vision went black. That definitely wasn't Daryl but now I was wishing I hadn't told him to leave.

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Kind of a crappy chapter but I needed a way for Emery to get away for this to happen. I was seriously about to end this story but then this idea popped in my head. These next few chapters are gonna be pretty intense just to warn everyone!

So what do you think about the twitter avvount? How do you think Emery going missing is going to effect the group? Daryl? Merle?

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