A/N – I have been wanting to put these two together for a while, but I wasn't sure I was up to the task. I practiced a bit first with Daryl and Martinez in "Too Long" and now I am leaping off the ledge. I do not own any of these TWD folks, if I did the show would be a porn production. I do own the naughty tale you are about to read, so if it shows up on AMC someday you can say you read it here first. LOL. This takes place shortly after season three ends.

Rick carried Judith in one arm and a bundle of supplies in the other. Carl was nagging behind him caring dad's favorite shot gun, "Come one dad. Don't make me stay here with all these people, they are driving me nuts. Let me go with you guys." They rounded the corner to where the pic up truck was parked. Daryl was loading the bundle of food Michonne hand handed him behind the front seat.

"No. I need you to stay here with you sister." Daryl walked over grabbed the baby from Rick's arms so he could fuss with her before he left. She always liked Daryl best and she cooed and giggled as he spun her around. He didn't treat her like glass anymore, she was living up to her nickname of Lil Ass Kicker. She was a tough little thing and he loved that about her. Rick knelt down in front of Carl, though he was getting to big to be talked to this way. "Glenn is going to need a second, and I want you to start teaching those kids a few things. Gonna be a long couple of months, we need to go get more supplies and we need all the room we can spare." Carl gave him what was becoming his signature stare and Rick ruffled his hair, dismissing him. "Be back tonight, tomorrow at the latest."

Beth took Jude from Daryl and Carol jogged over to them with a piece of paper. "Sorry, more stuff to add to the list. Do the best you can." She handed the paper to Rick but she touched Daryl's arm when she said it.

They climbed into the truck and nodded to the few people who had come to see them off while Michonne and Carl opened the gate and fended back walkers. Without slowing they rolled through the fence and Daryl watched his side mirror to make sure it shut tight behind them. Rick handed the paper to Daryl and he added it to the other two in his pocket.

"Gonna need a bigger truck." Daryl adjusted his crossbow between his legs as he put a boot on the dashboard and watched out the windows. He used to think Georgia was pretty. Now it just felt like a graveyard. He rested his head back as Rick drove the forty five minutes to the part of the journey he was sure about, but then he had to wake Daryl and pull off the road to look at the maps. They were headed for a boarding school that one of the new comers had told them about. They mapped it out and Daryl was now awake and on navigation.

He reached into the back pulling out a thermos of coffee and poured some for Rick. He had grown to tolerate black coffee since creamer and sugar were no longer an option. "We better find a stash of something here." Rick had been kicking himself for bring all these people back from Woodbury. Granted, no one deserved to live under the rule of the Governor, but they were running out of supplies and runs were getting further out.

Daryl adjusted the tension on his bow that didn't need adjusting. "Be fine, we'll figure it out." He was tired of hearing Rick stress out about everything. They would get through it. Plus, he had a surprisingly good feeling about this place. The drive to the school took longer than they both expected, but if this school was as secluded as their new tenant implied, it would have their own gas tank on site. They wound down the road to this secluded place, it reminded them both of the prison with a fence around it, all brick buildings and walkers lingering. Daryl reached in back for the bolt cutters. Looks like the front gate had been locked. Rick pulled up close to the gate so Daryl could reach out the window, cut the chain and push open one side of the fence as he jumped out of the truck grabbing his cross bow. Rick pulled forward hitting a walker with his truck as he rounded back.

Daryl had closed then reopened the gate for Rick to pull through and finally closed it one last time as Rick jumped out of the truck with a length of thick chain and a lock. Only one walker had made it in and Daryl took care of that with his buck knife to the eye. Now they were locked in, without a sure game plan of how to get out. "Better be worth it." Rick scanned the grounds as they got back in to the truck. Daryl pulled out the hand drawn sketch that the newbie had done for them. They pulled round back, only two of those damn bitters were lingering and Daryl took care of them both. They finally pulled up to the small building in the back that was circled on the plan. The guy had worked here as a janitor and had never told the Governor about this place, he didn't trust that prick either.

Rick kicked in the door and dust wafted out of the open door way. Maybe the guy was right, this building looked the crappiest out of all of them, and one that didn't look looted. They grabbed weapons, flashlights and a duffel bag and started in. Took them the better part of the afternoon to load the truck. A small generator and cans of fuel for it, they strapped that tight. There was a little bit of canned food and some boxes of stale things that would be fine. There was an unopened box of first aid kits, the guy said they always had stashes of them.

Daryl pointed to the building opposite them, "Founders Dorm" was on a plaque next to a door. "She put clothes on the list." Daryl pulled the papers out of his pocket. They moved the truck again and headed inside. The walkers, all young men, students. They dispelled with their work quickly and made their way through a few closets finding most of what Carol had written down. The sun was setting and they still had room in the truck. It was an easy decision to spend the night. Daryl got the food from behind the seat and Rick scouted a room near the back door to crash in for the night. A dorm with two beds and a stack of books.

The guys searched the room and were pretty happy with what they had found, a six pack of beer, a stash of dirty magazines, some junk food that seemed to have stood the test of time and a drawer full of condoms. Always in short supply back at the prison block. Daryl divied out the food that had been packed and cracked open a beer for both of them. "We'll toss the ot'er rooms before we go." Daryl figured there would be similar stashes in all the guys' rooms.

Rick was laying back on the bunk thumbing through the 'Big Jugs' magazine Daryl had tossed to him. He wasn't reading the articles or even looking at the pictures. He brain never shut down enough to let him wander that far.

"Didja need to trade?" Daryl held up the issue of 'Booty Call' he was flipping through. He actually didn't care that he was half stiff in front of Rick. Privacy had done out the window ages ago.

Rick dropped his magazine on the floor, rubbed his cock once to reposition it and started to babble. "So fucking tired of this shit. Scavenge for shit, kill something, fight with someone, kill something else. Just to not have enough shit and have to go out on these fucking runs again and again. And why the fuck can't someone else be in charge for a while?" Daryl just listened as Rick went on. "The food sucks all the time. My kids fucking mouthy…" Rick got off the bed and started pacing. "I'm really tired of burying people." He picked up a tennis ball and started throwing it, bouncing it off the far wall. The noise echoed in the room and Daryl jumped up intervening and took it from him. There had been no sign of anyone, living or dead, but there was no need to draw attention either. "Sorry." Daryl put it in the duffle bag, they'd bring it back, there was plenty of places in the prison to use bounce the tennis ball.

"You done?" Daryl grabbed another beer and handed it to Rick.

Rick paced again cracking open the can. "And I hate warm beer." He opened the closet door for no reason and closed it again. "Yes, I'm done." He drank back the beer and sat down at the rolling chair that was at the desk. He rubbed his shoulder and his temples.

Daryl had thought about his answers as the statements were flying at him. "Now that yer done bitchin' like a girl... We do this bullshit cause we 'ave to. No one fuckin' likes it. You're in charge… cause you suck at not being in charge. And yes, your kid is fuckin' mouthy." Everyone once in a while Daryl needed to just get the truth off his chest and Rick needed to hear it. That's why they took these runs together.

Rick was rubbing his shoulder wishing the beer was cold so he could use it as a cold-pack. "Whadya do to it?" Daryl had seen him rubbing it on and off all day. He picked up the dirty magazines and tossed them in the duffle bag.

The sheriff was crabby, had been for days now and now he was just biting off his bitchiness at Daryl because he knew he could take it. "Sure as shit didn't get it from fucking too hard." Rick hadn't gotten laid in months, half of his attitude stemmed from sexual frustration. Daryl shot him an annoyed look. Rick knew his smart mouth was wearing thin on his closest friend. "Slept wrong." But not thin enough to miss a chance to be a little funny. "You gonna come rub it for me?" He rubbed his fingers deeper into the muscles.

Daryl finished off his second beer and smirked at Rick. "'m guessin' a blow job be more useful than a massage."