Jason's pov
I make my usual rounds as guard while everyone else sleeps. So far there's nothing. I hope it stays that way. I can't take anymore death. Someone grabs my shoulder and pushes me against the rv. My heart pounding out of my chest calms down as soon as I see it's just Miranda. "Don't do that! You scared the crap outta me." I gasp. She smiles. "That was the point." She whispers, glancing over her shoulder at the sleeping group. All is calm. She smiles and kisses me my hands instantly clamp around her as we make out. She grabs my shirt collar puling me toward the rv. "I can't darlin'. I'm the guard right now." I whisper, holding her still. The pitiful look she gives me though makes me give in. "Nothin' has happened. I think we're gonna be fine." She whispers, closing the rv door behind us.
*later*
I should've kept on my post but I couldn't resist. I just hope nothing happened. "I should really be gettin' back." I say, her head resting on my chest. "No, don't leave." She mumbles, holding my hand. She's so dependant. Those two nimrods had her shielded so much that she's terrified on her own. I hear footsteps. Uh oh. I'm getting dressed when the door opens. Oh no. It's Merle. He'll kill me. She's drifting off so I cover her the best I can with the blanket then I hide in the bathroom. "Where are you? You were supposed to be guarding!" He shouts in a whisper. He doesn't wanna wake her. I might hate him but I give credit where credits due. He does care about his sister. I splash water on my face and walk out. "Sorry man, I was splashing water on my face, trying to wake myself up since I started falling asleep." I lie. "Oh, okay. Well I'll take over. You get some rest." He says. This coming from the guy who was trying to kill me a couple days ago. "Thanks man, I'm exhausted." I lie again. I'm really wide awake. He nods and walks off and I crawl into bed beside her. "Do you think he bought it?" She whispers, opening her eyes. "I'm sure because I did." I mumble, scratching my leg. She snuggles closer to me and I wrap my arms around her. "I just wanna feel safe again." She whimpers. "It'll be okay. You're safe with me." I say, patting her head. She falls asleep for real this time.
*the next day*
Daryl cooks some squirrel over the fire. "So you and my sister, huh?" He says as I sit down. I sigh. "I'm already getting grief from Merle. I don't need anything from you too." I grumble, tossing some sticks into the fire. He just laughs. "Damn romance novel." He mutters. This time I laugh. "We're more than a romance novel." I say, smirking. "You're what?" Merle's gruff voice startles me. "I just said they were like a romance novel-" Daryl starts but Merle cuts him off. "They better not be." He growls. I withdraw my pistol. "Back the hell away from me Merle. Like I said you ain't gonna stop me from bein' with my woman." I growl annoyed. "Wait! You weren't joking?" Daryl gasps, staring at me. "What?" I ask, confused. "You're fuckin' my sister!" He growls. I stand up. "I don't have to answer to you fools." I snap. Merle gets in my face yelling. I shout back. "What's going on here!?" Michonne yells. "Nothin'." I mutter angrily glaring at Merle. "You weren't sleepy last night!" He gapes. I smile and shake my head. Merle runs at me but I dodge him. Michonne sticks her katana in between us. "Don't move either of you." She gripes. Man, Miranda wasn't kidding when she said she was badass. "Merle stop trying to attack him. She's an adult. She can make her own choices. And cowboy stop bragging about it. You know it pisses them off." She gripes, looking at both of us. Why does everyone always call me cowboy? "Got it!?" "I don't take orders from no woman!" Merle shouts. "I hear ya loud and clear ma'am." I say, tilting my hat. "Look Merle, I'm gonna be the bigger man here and not tell you to fuck off and mind your own damn business. Instead I'm gonna say, I'm fuckin' her and you step on my turf one more time I won't hesitate to shoot you." I smirk, knowing I struck a nerve in the old redneck. "Let's just call this revenge for shooting me in the shoulder with an arrow." "Daryl, I'm this close man, this close to laying him flat." He growls, furious. "What happened to hearing me loud and clear?" Michonne grumbles, crossing her arms. "Yeah, I did hear ya. I never said I was listenin' to ya!" I head to the rv and as I expected Merle's fist comes rushing towards me. I duck and grab his arm, throwing him to the ground. I pin his arm to the ground with my boot. "Ya want me to cut your other hand off too!?" I scream. He struggles to pull free as my switchblade inches closer. "No! Get the fuck off me!!" He yells desperate. I release him. "From now on things are gonna be different around here. I'm leading this group. I'm not getting nothin' from you Dixon boys about me and her or someone is gonna end up a not so happy camper." I warn, glaring at Merle who sits up. I close my switchblade. No one says anything but with the looks on their faces they aren't gonna mess with me anymore. I smile and go find my girlfriend.
