Dedication to UnderMySkin because she's an amazing writer and I love her story 'Meet Your Match' and the best part of that story? Daryl Dixon. And the writing. That's good too, don't get me wrong, it's fantastic. Check it out.

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~Rebel's POV~

The sunlight glinted through a hole in the makeshift tent I had made next to Lori, Rick and Carl's tent. The only reason it wasn't somewhere else was because this was the farthest I could get from Daryl's tent.

I heard the chirping of birds and I knew I had to get up and face the group eventually. I didn't know if anyone had seen Peter and I's kiss last night and the only way to find out was to act like nothing happened and see if they bring it up. I unzipped the hookup and shoved my combat boots on, not bothering to wear socks since they were so worn in.

I dragged myself to the campfire where Dale was serving SPAM on bread. I took a plate of the days breakfast and sat down on a log next to Carl. I was still mad at the little brat for saying that Daryl and I liked it each other.

Peter shuffled out of his tent and towards us. He nabbed a plate and sat next to me, closer than friendly. He ran a hand through his dark, disheveled hair and started eating the repulsive concoction. I followed suit and tried not to taste the 'meat'.

I did, however, enjoy the white bread. It wasn't stale like usual and it was actually somewhat moist. I knew Dale went to trouble for that, sprinkling some water on to the bread for our pleasure. He put everyone else before himself, and that is what made him the perfect father figure.

"Morning everyone." Rick said, smiling brightly, "I just talked with Hershel and he wants us to help out a bit today. He wants us to teach his family some shooting and the rest of us will do other things. I'm thinking today Daryl and Rebel could teach, sound good?"

I wanted to shake my head, but it was the least I could do. I nodded and swung my bow and sheath of arrows around my shoulder, heading for an open areas with a ragged old fence with shooting targets set up.

"Ye' 'njoy that kiss las' nigh'?" Daryl spat menacingly.

"Excuse me?" I asked him, not really surprised that he had seen.

"Yer' kiss with tha' city boy. Ye' 'njoy it?" Daryl asked me.

"Why the hell do you care?" I argued, trying to avoid the care.

"Ye' 'njoy it?" I rolled my eyes. If he wanted to play childish, I could play childish. I stuck my tongue at him and started to warm up my shot.

I strung an arrow and pulled it back to my chin, inhaling slowly. I loosened my fingers, preparing to release when I felt a presence behind me.

"Loosen up." Daryl whispered, placing his hands on my shoulders, squeezing ever so slightly.

I did as he said and relaxed my body, trying to release all the tension that Daryl had built up inside me. As I was breathing carefully, his hand traveled down to my waist, resting over my tattoo. He applied pressure to my waist and I felt shocks traveling where ever our skin contacted.

"Shoot." he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.

I released the arrow and it soared through the air a good 25 feet, hitting the bulls eye of a classical looking target. I felt Daryl let out a small smile next to my ear, making my heart flutter.

"Good shot." he whispered, his lips still brushing the sensitive flesh of my ear.

I turned in his firm grasp and I was met with the his hard chest. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat when I realized how close he was to me.

"Excuse me." I said softly, stepping out of Daryl's reach. He frowned and then quickly masked it with his usual expressionless look. I could hear the learners walking towards us, making racket in the dried grass around us.

"You guys ready?" I asked them. The group consisted of a boy that couldn't be older than 16 or 17, he wore a straw cowboy hat and you could see the dirty blond hair sticking out of the sides, the other was a girl about the same age with soft blond hair and blue-green eyes.

The girl nodded, "I'm Beth and this is Jimmy." She had a subtle southern twang like Maggie did.

"Rebel and that's Daryl. He doesn't like anyone." I told her, giving her a shining smile. Beth giggled and Jimmy smirked at Beth.

"Do you want to start on the bow or the crossbow?" I asked Beth, ladies first, right?

"Bow." She smiled at me while skipping over to me. How she could be so carefree in a place like this made no sense to me.

I demonstrated the basics of the bow and taught her how to string an arrow. I remembered to tell her to loosen up, like Daryl had taught me. I handed Beth the bow and several arrows.

She swung the bow up and pulled back, breathing like I had taught her. She released and shot a target about 10 feet away. She didn't hit the center, but it was a good start.

"Good! Just remember to open both eyes instead of closing one." I instructed her. She nodded eagerly and smiled at me, trying again. This time, she hit the center like she had been shooting for years.

"That was fantastic!" I told her honestly.

"Really?" She asked, I could see how insecure she was. How unsure of herself she was.

"Really. You're doing better than I did when I started."

Beth smiled at me and resumed shooting several arrows, retrieving them and then doing it over. She did everything I told her to and she hit the target every time.

"Stupid!" I looked over to Daryl and Jimmy, making sure everything was going okay.

Jimmy was holding the crossbow and he was trying to load the arrow while it was pointing out instead of at the ground. Daryl snatched the bow from the boy's grip and loaded it properly before handing it back to him.

"Daryl." I snapped. "Can I talk to you?"

Daryl huffed but he followed me into the trees so we were far enough to have a private conversation. He leaned against the tree and crossed his arms, gazing at me lazily.

"What the hell?" I blew up, all the anger I had stored towards him was slowly dissolving.

"What? S' not my faul' the boy's a dumbass." he spat on a bed of moss and shook his hair out of his eyes, still looking at me intently.

"You can't just yell at someone for doing something wrong! You have to correct them, yes, but you never yell!" I was so angry at him that I didn't realize what a hypocrite I was being.

Daryl pushed himself off the tree and he strode over to me. He gripped the back of my neck, propelling me forward. He tilted my head back towards his and wrapped his arm around my waist. He smashed his lips to mine, practically shoving his tongue down my throat.

Even if it was rough, it was nice. All the sexual tension between us flooded out and I could feel the little electric shocks rippling their way through my body.

"I won' yell." he said breathlessly.

"Good." I stated before molding our lips together again. If it was in the moment, might as well keep it burning as long as we can.

After a few moments, I pulled away. I started to walk back to the shooting targets when I felt a cold hand on my arm. I screamed and tried to yank my arm away from the ravenous walker.

"Daryl!" I yelled.

I heard the walkers breathy moans and I felt him try to tear my skin open but I kept pushing it away from my reach. Daryl burst through the trees and pulled his knife from his leather belt.

Daryl took notice of the walker trying to eat me and plunged the knife through it's soft skull. The cannibal fell to the ground and I backed up. When I hit a solid surface, I grasped on to it. I felt a soft substance in my hands and I looked up to find myself clutching Peter's shirt.

He looked at the walker and then at me and back again. I felt him wrap an arm around me and whispering sweet nonsense into my ear, trying to calm me down. By then, the group had found it's way towards us and they were all looking at me worriedly. Out of all the panic, I saw Daryl glaring at Peter and I.

I felt Peter lift me up into his arms and start carrying me back to camp. I felt the slight bounce in his step every time his foot collided with the ground. I felt shivers run through my body, but they weren't the same feeling I felt with Daryl.

Peter stopped moving and I faintly heard the unzipping of a tent. My shoes were removed and I was laid into my thermal sleeping bag. Peter left and I lay staring at the roof of the ugly colored tent.

My tent flap was lifted and I saw a silhouette climb into the tent. The figure unzipped my bag and I felt arms wrapping around me, making me feel safe. I felt hot breath against the back of my neck and by the electric shocks coursing through my body, I knew who it was.

Daryl.

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Picture on the side is the adorable(and kissable) Norman Reedus. He's just so asdfghjkl;

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