"Jo, I'm completely in love with you. Why are you pushing me away?"

She sighed. "I don't know if I can believe in love during a time like this," she said, raising her gun for affect.

"Don't you want to feel something? I know you care about me, Jo," Daryl said.

Her head dropped into her hands. She began to sob. Daryl wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. Neither had showered in days, but his scent was comforting.

"Of course I love you, Daryl. You're the only one who has been there for me. I just don't know what it means."

"It still means the same thing, even if the world might be ending."

He touched her face and pulled her in for a kiss. His hand moved from her cheek, to her shoulder and her waist. He pulled her hard into the kiss, not wanting it to end.

"Hey, Daryl… Oh shit, sorry," Glenn said as he came around the corner into their cell.

Jo stood up, flattening the creases from her blouse. "I'll see you guys for dinner. I'm going to get cleaned up."

"Jesus, Glenn, could you pick a worse time?" Daryl said, standing up.

"Sorry, man. How is everything?"

"Well, I just got her to admit she loves me. So, that's a start."

"Awesome, man! We were hoping to have some meat for dinner. Any chance you could help?"

"Yeah, no problem."

Daryl grabbed his crossbow and headed toward the woods surrounding their safe haven. He was hunting, but all he could think about was Jo.

Their whole relationship had been difficult. They didn't get along at first - when there was more of them – when he had his brother and she had her father. Then they both went through a loss and he saved her life. That night was the first night they slept together. It was passionate and filled a hole in both of them. Daryl was head over heels for her since then, but she seemed to regret it. She thought it made her weak.

Once they were on the road, leaving their camp and the CDC behind, it was harder to share a connection and she avoided him as much as possible.

But, then they found the farm and they were drawn to each other again. He was the only one she confided in about her father. He was the only one she fully trusted.

Then they found the prison, lost Lori and had the baby and she pushed away again. She was afraid of love, especially in this world, especially seeing Rick lose it when Lori died.

Daryl let loose another arrow and called it a day – three squirrels and a rabbit. As he entered the prison yard, Jo met him halfway from the lookout tower.

"I'm sorry I've been like this. I'm just scared," Jo said, grabbing his arm.

Daryl grabbed her hand and kissed it. "It's ok, babe. I love you."

"I love you, too." Jo leaned in close to kiss his cheek. "Meet me in the watch tower in 15 minutes?" She leaned away to take in the surprised look on his face, smirked and walked away.

Jo walked back to the prison, changed into a somewhat clean pair of clothes, brushed her teeth and found some make-up. She raked her fingers through her hair and put lipstick on. She headed to the watch tower early with a blanket and pillow.

Daryl took his kill to the kitchen. He unslung his crossbow and changed his clothes. He was already hard just thinking about their interaction. They hadn't been together in weeks. He splashed water on his face and under his arms.

Maggie walked in as he was leaving. "Is that cologne I smell?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Daryl blushed.

"Oh, good! You and Jo have a date in the watch tower, don't you?"

"Keep it to yourself."

Maggie hugged him. "I'm so happy."

Daryl shrugged her off. "Don't be happy for me til I come out of that tower with a smile on my face and Jo under my arm."

Maggie laughed. "Good luck."

Daryl made his way up the tower stairs. His heart was racing. He let out a deep breath before opening the upstairs door.