Sorry for the lack of updates guys. A lot has been going on I wasn't well enough to update but I'm better now and I'm trying my best to pump out more chapters this weekend. Thanks for staying with me guys. You all mean so much to me. Every time I see a review or a favourite in my inbox it always makes me smile. Enjoy.

Carol was curled up against Daryl with the iPad between. The prison had since been able to get working power up and that meant hot showers (god, they were good), mp3 players and portable DVD players. They had a movie playing but Carol honestly wasn't interested in it. She was more interested with the living pillow that she was laying against. Without thinking she laid her hand against his beating heart and felt every strong thud of it beneath her palm. His scent and warmth enveloped her in a protective bubble that gave her a sense of safety.

Daryl had been invested in the movie to begin with but his exhausted body was now taking its due and he was lightly dozing. His crossbow was laid against the dresser that sat in between the two single beds that they owned. Together they had decided that they would swap out the uncomfortable prison bunk beds for comfy single beds that could lull even the most wide awake person into sleep. Above their dresser hung a mirror that Carol would use sometimes and Daryl would glance in occasionally when he walked out of the cell to make sure he wasn't mistaken for one of the dead. Along the edge sat pictures of their life at prison.

Footsteps echoed down the hall and her body froze with fear. Carol forced her tense muscles to relax and took strength and comfort from Daryl. Rick poked his head around the corner and glanced at Carol whose eyes where wide open in fear and was watching the sheriff's every move like a mouse who watches a sleeping snake as it sneaks by.

"Hey, Carol. Send Daryl to me when he wakes up?" The man asked.

"Of course…" This was rick not Justin. Relax carol, relax. After taking a few deep breaths she stopped rick on his way out.

"Is Justin still alive?" She asked quietly. She knew Daryl would be outraged. She knew he would get protective over her, especially after what happened. Whenever they were talking and another man got to close to her he would suddenly stop talking and glare at the other male until he left either Carol's personal space or the room. Either suited him just fine. The only men exempt from this protectiveness seemed to be rick, Glenn and Carl. Tyreese was still earning Daryl's complete trust.

"Yes, but life isn't the nicest for him right now."

"What did he do?" She asked with a small smile on her face.

"Daryl threw him in a cell next to hungry walkers and broke his nose and cheekbone." Rick said chuckling. A small smile broke out on Carols face.

"He wanted to kill him but we stopped him before he could do anything to bad. He's sitting trial in front of the council tomorrow. If you feel up to seeing his crime being punished Daryl can take you and I'll just turn around to look out the window if you want to evict your revenge."

"Thanks rick." Carol whispered. The ex-cop nodded to her and then grinned when Daryl's hands suddenly clamped down on Carol's waist, pulling her down onto him. She could feel his erection against her. Memories came flooding to the surface, Memories of Justin and what he did to her body.

"I'll leave you two alone for the next part." Rick sniggered.

"For the last fricking time, we are not sleeping together!" Carol yelled at Ricks retreating back.

"What aren't we doing?" Daryl mumbled. Then went pale when he realised what he was poking into her stomach. He quickly let go of her and rolled her to one side of his body so he could sit up on the edge of the bed.

"Rick is still convinced we're sleeping together. Glenn and Maggie still do too I believe." Carol said laughing quietly. Daryl groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You sound better." He said looking over his shoulder at her.

"I feel better. Oh and Rick was looking for you earlier."

"Oh, yeah? What'd he want?"

"Don't know but dickheads sitting trial tomorrow. I owe him a broken nose." Carol growled.

"I already did that, so tough shit. Pick something else."

"Black eye?"

"Don't think I gave him one of those."

"Good! My turn!" Carol chirped. They both laughed and Daryl sat up pulling his shirt on.

"I am going to and get breakfast, you coming? Be good for you to get out of bed." Daryl yawned. The hunter was an early riser but definitely not a morning person. Carol however was the complete opposite. Daryl getting out of bed was usually what woke her up most mornings and her brain was quick to adjust to the sudden activity.

"Yes… I need to get everything out of my head! The sooner I'm back to normal the better." Carol mumbled rubbing her eyes and then promptly stood up and went for the dresser. Every muscle screamed in protest but she forced her limbs to co-operate. You've been here before carol you just need to move about that's all.

Together they changed and wandered down to the canteen area outside. She was already starting to feel better and the smell of eggs and ham brought her senses alive. Carol was about ready to start drooling. Porridge was all good and well but this was so much better.

They'd just sat down and Carol was about to put a morsel of steaming hot ham in her mouth when Glenn and Maggie came running into the dining area from the gates, huffing and puffing. Every head turned towards them. Both Daryl and Carol where already beginning to stand. Daryl hadn't seen that look of fear on his Korean friends face in months. The bombshell Maggie dropped left no uncertainty as to why it was there.

"The governor's back!" Maggie cried out.

"Man! Can't disaster wait until after breakfast?"

To Laurie who posted a review as a guest on the last chapter I updated. (If you're still reading this.). The feel from your comment was that you didn't like my story and that's ok. My writing style's not for everyone. Thanks for leaving a positive comment and not hacking on me about it. Now I know what to change in the future. Anyone who feels offended by anything I write I apologise in advance. I always keep forgetting so here's the disclaimer:

The genre, characters, plot and anything else you recognise do not belong to me and belong to The Walking Dead®. I do not earn any profit from writing this except the feel good I get from everybody's reviews. J

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