The stream was just a literal stones throw away from the camp so it didn't take long for Daryl to get there. The site would have been quite picturesque if you didn't need to constantly look over your shoulder to see if the dead were close on your tail. Beams of golden light pierced the shield of leaves and branches that protected the smaller trees and plants from the searing heat of the Atlanta weather. The sound of the water was calming which seemed impossible for a time like this, but the soft trickling removed any stress and took any person out of reality. It was almost hypnotic. Arriving at the small body of water, the younger Dixon lifted his top over his head and neatly folded on a dry rock, protruding higher out of the ground from the rest. He'd kept his boots on for safety's sake and made one last check of his perimeter before crouching down to scoop up some water. It was cold but not unbearable. Daryl brought the water to his face and rubbed it around. He repeated the action a few times until he was satisfied that his face was clean. He then reached into his pocket and fished out a small, hotel sized bottle of baby oil that he'd managed to snatch from a camp he and his brother raided whilst no-one was home. The cap made a small snapping noise as it was opened and the liquid as thick as he'd remembered. Before he could squeeze the contents onto his hand, the sound of a twig snapping made Daryl shoot up and hide the bottle. A small sigh escaped his lips when he recognised the intruder.
"What you hidin' there?" Rick' voice was still calm but stern like he was scolding a small child.
"None of your business..." Daryl' words were as cold as ice, he didn't thing he'd be forgiving the cop any time soon. With his hands held defensively, the father of one approached Daryl with caution to show he wasn't going to hurt him.
"I won't be mad but if you don't tell me what it is I'll be disappointed in you" spoke Rick, breaking the awkwardness.
"I ain't a kid..." grumbled the half naked man.
"Well you sure as hell are acting like one." Those words brought Daryl to the realisation that he was actually acting like a spoilt brat. With a sigh, the brown haired man brought his arms down but lifted the one with the baby oil in to show Rick what he was hiding.
"Baby oil? Daryl, this is the apocalypse. No-one's gonna car-"
"It's not for that!" The Dixon defended.
"Then what is it for?"
