Between Arrows and Hearts - Daryl Dixon

We ain't friends

The next morning, Cass found Glenn and pulled him aside, deciding they had to do something about Lori's situation.

"I'm serious, Glenn," She said, keeping her voice low but firm. "If Lori is pregnant, she needs extra care. Vitamins, better food, better sleep, no heavy lifting. We might not have a way to check on the baby, but we have to do everything we can to keep her healthy."

Glenn looked tired, rubbing a hand over his face. "You think I don't know that?" He sighed. "But what am I supposed to do?"

"You're the only one who know... in theory," Cass reminded him, giving a little shrug. "Talk to her. See if you can convince her to tell Rick."

Glenn nodded, but he looked distant, distracted. Cass could tell something else was bothering him. She was about to ask, but just then Maggie approached, and Glenn's gaze drifted to her. Taking the hint, Cass excused herself, deciding to leave them alone.

As she made her way to the RV, she found Dale and T-Dog outside, working on a few repairs.

"Hey," She greeted them with a smile. "Either of you talked to Glenn today? He's acting stranger than usual."

Dale shook his head, but T-Dog chuckled, making Cass raise an eyebrow.

"What?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Back at the quarry, I thought you two were a thing." T-Dog admitted with a grin. Dale joined in with a laugh, nodding in agreement.

Cass looked between them, somewhere between shocked and offended, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why did everyone think that?" She demanded.

Just then, Glenn walked up with a basket filled with peaches and jerky.

"Sup?" T-Dog asked, casually grabbing a peach from the basket.

Glenn's eyes widened. "Nothing. Nothing's up, why?"

The three exchanged amused glances before looking back at him, but Glenn just hugged the basket to his chest and hurried off without another word.

"Stranger than usual." Cass muttered, shaking her head as she watched him retreat.

Cass looked down at the two peaches in her hands, deciding to bring one over to Daryl. When she reached his tent, she heard voices inside. Andrea was already there.

"I don't expect you to forgive me," Andrea was saying, her voice low. "But if there's anything I can do..."

"'Ya were tryin' to protect the group," Daryl replied, surprisingly calm and without a hint of anger. "We're good."

Cass was taken back by his tone; she hadn't expected him to be so forgiving. As she waited to hear Andrea's response, the blonde stepped out of the tent, pausing when she saw the brunette standing there. Cass's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as she was caught eavesdropping. She tried to act casual, as if she hadn't just been listening in.

Andrea smiled faintly and walked past, giving Cass a nod. But just as she passed, Daryl's voice rang out from inside.

"But, hey," He called out, making Andrea glance back. "Shoot me again, and 'ya'd best pray I'm dead."

Andrea snorted and continued on, leaving Cass standing there awkwardly.

"Are 'ya done gossipin', chuckles?" Daryl yelled from inside.

Cass huffed and stepped into the tent, shaking her head.

Daryl was lying back on his sleeping bag, idly spinning one of his crossbow bolts between his fingers. His shirt was only halfway buttoned, revealing his bare chest. Cass's gaze unintentionally lingered on it before she quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up.