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Chapter Ten

Emma walked slowly toward the gate that separated the cell block from the holding area. She could see the big man behind the bars. He looked like a caged animal, he was barrel chested, was missing a hand, and he looked mean. She walked up to the bars and looked at him. He looked up and gave her a grim look.

"Whatdya want kid?" He asked before spitting on the floor. She didn't answer just watched him for a long while. "You got somethin ta say?" He asked her getting up and coming toward the bars. She tilted her head and stepped back out of his reach.

"I imagined you different." She said softly. "You don't look like Uncle Daryl." She told him.

"What do you mean Uncle Daryl?" He demanded.

Emma gave him a look, "I'm Emma Louise Dixon. I'm your daughter." She said watching him. She had no expectations of this meeting. She had been Eve's age when he had left and had very few memories of him. Jeanne had been her family, this man was not, he was just someone who helped to make her. She did not respect him, nor did she care about him, but she did wish to know him. "Mama says you're my father."

"And who the fuck is your mama?" He asked spitting on the floor at her feet.

She gave him a disgusted look. "I have no idea who the woman who gave birth to me was, but Jeanne has raised me, she is my mom." She told him then turned away. "That's really gross." She said a she walked away.

"Hey!" He called after her. "You get back here!" He yelled. "Get your little ass back here." he bellowed, she ignored him.

"Daryl!" The man from the day before was yelling. Daryl came down the stairs and stopped beside him.

Everyone else hurried toward Rick, Jeanne following closely behind Daryl.

"We're not leaving!" Rick yelled at once.

"We can't stay here." Hershel demanded.

"What if there's another sniper, those wood pallets won't hold up against that kind of round." Maggie said, her voice firm, but there was fear there. Jeanne had been shot at too; she knew what a bullet like that would do to wood, let alone a human body. She was with Maggie.

"We can't even go outside." Beth told Rick coming toward the railing.

"Not in the daylight anyway." Carol moved toward Beth, she was shaken but she knew she could get through this too, after everything else; she couldn't let someone shooting at her get to her now. She knew she had to hold it together, not just for herself, but for the others too.

"If Rick say's we're not running, we're not running, why are we discussing this?" Glenn demanded of the group at large, he was angry; it was in his face, in his posture, in every cell of his body, he was angry, and nothing would quell that anger but the Governor's blood.

"Better to live like rats." Merle said through the bars where he stood.

"You got a better plan?" Rick asked looking at him, waiting.

"Yeah, we shoulda slid outta here last night; live to fight another day, but we lost that window, didn't we? Now I'm sure he's got scouts on every road outta here by now."

"We ain't scared of that prick." Daryl yelled at his brother.

"Really? Ya'll should be." Merle huffed. "That whole thing with the truck and the fence, that was just him ringing the door bell. We might have a few thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the man power to take it down. And believe you me, if he takes the high ground round this place, we are fucked, he can just starve us out if he wants to."

"Let just put him in the other cell block." Maggie said as she moved toward the gate.

"No." Rick ordered stopping Maggie in her progress.

"You know he's got a point." Daryl defended.

Maggie turned to Merle flinging her fist at him pointing and yelling "This is your fault! You started this!"

"What difference does it make who started it? What do we do about it?" Beth asked coming down the stairs toward the group.

"We should leave, and I mean it." Hershel said his head in his hands. "Axle's dead, we can't just sit here." Rick turned to leave, moving toward the common area. "Get back here!" Hershel bellowed." Hershel got to his foot quickly and began moving after Rick. "You're slipping, we have all seen it, and we understand why. But now is not the time. You once said this is not a democracy, now you have to own up to that. I put my families' lives in your hands. So get your head clear and do something."

Rick growled slightly, then turned and left the others in silence. Jeanne looked over at Daryl, he looked grim. Carl followed him out. Hershel had taken his girls into his cell to speak with them quietly, Carol and Ginger went to check on the children, as Emma approached Jeanne.

Jeanne sighed and went up to her cell and began to pack up her things. She had to decide what to do. She could stay here and fight, risk her life, but more her children's lives, or she could get out now while she had the chance. She had just found Daryl but he was part of a new family now. She knew she could survive alone again. She didn't know if Ginger would come with her if she left, she would have to talk to the woman, but whatever the choice she made, she wanted to be ready to go at the drop of a hat, she knew her time was short.

A little while later Rick came back in. "Maggie you go keep watch, keep your head down. The field is filled with walkers; just keep your eyes on the perimeter." He said handing her the gun and heading toward where Glenn, Daryl, Hershel, and Michonne were standing in a closed group.

"I can get up in the guard tower and take down half those walkers, give these guys some time to fix the fence." Daryl volunteered.

"Or we could move that bus out to block the way." Michonne offered.

"We can't waste the bullets." Rick said.

"Ricks right." Hershel agreed.

"So we're trapped in here?" Glenn protested. "We're nearly out of food and ammo."

"We've been here before." Daryl said with a nod as she mounted the stairs.

"That was when we didn't have a snake in the nest." Glenn threw at Daryl. "We could kill two birds with one stone, hand over Merle; use him as a bargaining chip."

"He's my brother, and he's stayin! Get used to it, all of you!" Daryl bellowed and stormed up the stairs.

He headed down to the cell Jeanne was sharing with Ginger and the girls. "What are you doin?" He asked leaning against the cell door.

Jeanne jumped then settled and turned toward him as she finished packing Emma's backpack. "Just packing up." She said biting her lips together.

"You leavin?"

"Don't know. Not sure I want to risk our child for a piece of dirt and people I don't know." She said turning fully to face him, then standing up, tucking her hands in her pockets. "Please. They seem like real nice people Daryl; you made a home and a family with them, but this, it ain't my fight, and I don't know if I can stay and fight. I don't know if I can put Emma or Eve in that position. You have to understand. Ginger and I will talk about it." She nodded.

Daryl came fully into the cell and closed the door behind him. "You think I'm gonna let you walk out of here? Alone?" He asked. "With my child?" Jeanne took an involuntary step back.

"Look, I…" Daryl cut her off by grabbing her close and kissing her hard on the mouth backing her up against the wall behind her. His hand went to her hair, burying there and twisting slightly, as his mouth ranged down from her mouth to her throat and neck. Jeanne drove her fingers into his hair holding him close, moaning softly, then clamping it off when it echoed slightly around the hard stone walls of the cell.

"I love you." He said breaking away from her. "Please, don't leave me." He begged. He had never begged for anything in his whole life, but he was begging her not to leave him. "Please don't make me go through that again." He said taking her hand in his and lifting it above her head before going back to her mouth.

Jeanne slammed her eye closed to prevent the tears she rarely let fall. She wouldn't cry, wouldn't show any weakness. When he broke his second bone melting assault of her mouth she gasped softly, then pushed him back and looked him in the eye. "I will not leave without telling you. I will speak to Ginger and give you our answer." She said stroking his cheek. "Now, I have to go check on Evie." Daryl followed her out then went to the cell he sometimes used and flopped down on the bunk.

He was just examining some of his crossbow bolts when Carol appeared in the doorway. "Don't know if I ever told you, but I'm glad you came back." She paused for a moment coming in and sitting on the bench. "Look, I know he's your brother, but he's not good for you, don't let him bring you down. You're better than that." She told him.

"He is my brother. I'm glad I came back too."

She was silent for a few minutes. "Jeanne…" She trailed off, not sure how to proceed with what she had to say. "I…"

"She's the mother of my child and I love her." He told Carol. "You're a good woman Carol, a damn good woman. I don't know what I'm gonna do." He told her. "She might leave." He said, then got up. "I don't know where that puts you and me. I love you. But I love her too." He told her and left the cell.

A moment later Carl came barreling into the cell block, "Andrea's here!" he hollered. "Dad, Glenn, Darly! Come quick." He yelled them ran back out the way he'd come.

Jeanne grabbed her crossbow and pistol and followed them out calling to Ginger, "Watch the girls."