AN: Takes place around "Cherokee Rose" Episode in Season 2. A drabble set after my story "Moonshine." If you have not seen that story, please read it first. Also is not related to "Days of Our Friggin' Camp".

Daryl grabbed his duffle out of the back of Carol's Jeep, and carried it over to where he was gonna set up his tent. He looked around and squinted at the layout of the land. It would do as a base camp while he continued to look for Sophia. As soon as he had his shit sorted out and set up, he would head out and try to find the creek from here. He figured he could find it easy enough, but he wanted to do it today, instead of wasting part of tomorrow in case he hit any troubles along the way.

He heard a door slam and looked up at the house, seeing a dark haired woman headed for him. A pregnant dark haired woman. She grinned at him widely, tears shining in her eyes. "Hey," she said softly, reaching for him. Dropping the bag, Daryl moved out of her way, brushing her arms away.

"It's ok," she said. "I'm not mad." She rubbed her hand over her belly, still smiling. "You didn't know. I mean, how could you know?"

He squinted at her hard, his lips drawn up in a horrendous grimace. "What ta fuck are ya going on about, woman?"

The woman stepped back, shock on her face. "You're not Murphy," she said softly, as if she was telling him some sort of secret.

Daryl yanked open the duffle at his feet. "Not last time I checked." He looked up at her as she turned from him and scurried towards the house, but not before he saw the tears on her cheeks.

"Already making friends?" Glenn asked, walking by with his own shit in his hands.

"Fuck ya too."