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Y/N'S POV

"WELL IM SORRY BUT IM NOT LETTING HER GO OUT THERE WITH HIM" I motion to Shane, my gestures large.

"Y/N, you don't have a choice. They're the only two able bodies. I'd send you and Daryl but your ankle is sprained! They're going and there's nothing you can do!" Rick copied my flailing as the rest of camp watched on.

"I swear to fucking God Rick" I spit through gritted teeth,

"Swear to him all you want! Tell him it's not fair! Tell him to stop making me so cruel but I pray to him too that you stop badgering me about it!" At this point we were in each others faces.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! WHY DON'T YOU GO OUT WITH HIM MR. LEADER? GO GET THE SHIT YOURSELF STOP RISKING MY LITTLE COUSINS LIFE ON ONE OF YOUR BULLSHIT MISSIONS!" I feel myself being dragged away, as I struggle I'm thrown over my captor's shoulders and I meet with the familiar sight of an angel winged vest.

He sits me on a log outside his isolated camp. Crouching before me he puts his hands on my knees, I refused to meet his eyes.

"Look at me." He says putting his fingers under my chin. "Hey, look at me."

With a hard sigh I met his eyes as tears filled in mine.

"You gotta calm down, okay." He says squeezing my knee.

"I'll calm down when Ricktator over there stops risking my cousins fucking life." My face scrunches in anger as his hardens.

"He's got good reason, we need that shit. Brynn doesn't mind either." Daryl's voice goes from sympathetic to cold and stern.

"Ugh, take his side! That's right Daryl follow him like the good little soldier you are! You know what fuck it! I'm the fuck out of here!" I yell standing up and limping away.

"Hey hey! Hershel said you need to rest that!" He rushes to my and tries to pick me up.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yell swatting at him.

"We both know you're in no condition to stop me." He says picking me up again and bringing me into his tent this time. He sets me on my good foot and then takes a seat.

"Com'er." He said opening his arms and I crawl in. He rubs my back and I listen to his heart beat. "It's all gon' be okay and if it's not, I promise I won't stop you from punching Shane in the face." He chuckles out and I sigh again. "Alrigh' bad joke, sorry."

"No, you're only trying to help. It's okay." I whisper into his chest.

"What's gotten into you lately?" I look up at him confused. "You're always so angry and hostile. Your whit is sharper and you constantly snap at everyone? Is something wrong? I mean don't get me wrong you do look hot all pissed off and shit but I just don't get it."

Shrugging my shoulders with a small smile I reply "the world is just getting to me I guess." His face softens and he brings a hand to my cheek.

"What do you mean changing you? You've been a stubborn little pain in my ass since the day you fought me over that box of cookies in the store." I chuckle and put my head back on his chest.

"I got to them first, you're fat ass couldn't bare going another day without them so YOU caused a scene." I grumble.

"Nah darling I was there first and you know it. Those cookies were mine!" He yells ticking me, I flail back with a screech as he continues his torture. Eventually the tickling subsides and is replaced with kissing. He's always so gentle with his kisses despite his rough exterior. He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine.

"You okay now?"

"Much better, as always you never fail to distract me from my troubles." He grins and kisses me once more before cradling me to his side and we lay there until dinner, perfectly content in our own little bubble.