you're shane's girl. everyone knows it. everyone, including you, also know that shane's been fooling around with lori behind your back. what they don't know is about the hitting he does.

you're not daryl's. he knows better than to make a move on another man's girl. but when he sees you, walking around the farm in your tight jeans, young and sweet, he knows he has to have you.

he walks over to you, with your laundry basket on your hip.

"...hey. need any help?"