AN: Two days in a row! Look at me go! Haha I can rhyme. This is mostly because I know that I won't have much time next week when we actually start our matches, I have 4 next week and then we have ATP trash pick up (EW!) on Friday, which sucks. Last year I got beer IN MY SHOE!

"Daryl?" Marie walked out to one of their lookout places. He was sitting on the concrete, looking somewhere far off. "Come back to bed," she said with a yawn. It was chilly outside and without the lights they'd placed outside, she wouldn't have been able to see her hand in front of her face. She saw a puff of white smoke leave his mouth along with a small red ember at the end of a cigarette. She took a seat next to him, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"We shoul' leave," he stated after a long moment. She looked at him with a slightly stunned expression. "Think 'bout it. It was on the prison, in our cell block. A walker got in…what if it would've been Sophia or Gavin, or one of the babies? Plus we've got them asshole that I wouldn't trust with a pet rock."

"Honey, I get where you're comin' from…but do you really think it'd be any safer with just us and four kids? I mean sure you, me, an' Soph can shoot…but still…there's safety in numbers, remember?" Sure, earlier was terrifying as hell, but she didn't know about leaving.

Earlier

"Who on Earth was that?" Marie asked. Daryl turned and hurried quickly to where the scream came from. There was a walker, a walker chomping on some poor balding guy. Daryl quickly picked one of the kids that was near and carried him off, to safety. Rick was the first one to react to the man. He shot the walker, and upon the begging from the man to end the suffering, Rick shot him too.

"The hell did that thing get in here?" Daryl shouted. Marie moved out of the cell and looked over the balcony to see what unfolded.

"Don't know," Rick said. "Somebody had to of let it in!" he wasn't any happier than Daryl.

"Jus' fuckin' great!"

"If someone's lettin' walkers into our block we can't stay here…" he took another inhale of his cigarette and held it out to her.

"I can't, breastfeeding. It's bad for the babies," he nodded in understanding. "Okay I get it Daryl…but we can't leave. On the road with two babies? I see that going well…If it weren't for Airy and Parker maybe. But…even with a badass dad like you they won't always be safe."

"They won't always be safe here! We can git other people to go with us! It won't be jus' us."

"We couldn't even protect Gavin when it was just us…I couldn't…"

"He's older now. We teach 'im to shoot he'll be fine."

"He's only four. Any kick back will knock him on his ass…"

"Fine we teach 'im to throw knives! Anything. Babe, I jus' I know it ain't safer 'er…not with walkers in our block."

"I know. But honestly? I'm terrified to go back out there. What if we run into another enemy group or the Governor?"

"Ya got me. I'll take care a it."

"I just…I don't know…Let me think about it?" he nodded and went back to staring into the distance. "I need to get back inside and check on the babies. I hate leaving them alone." She'd awaken up to having to feed them and that's what made her go off in search of Daryl. "Are you going to come back in?" she paused at the door.

"In a bit," he said. She nodded and continued back to her cell.

She had made some valid points, Daryl admitted. If it was just the two of them, he had no doubt that she would've gone. But then again, if it were just the two of them, he wouldn't have felt the need to leave. They could both protect themselves, but there were four children in the picture. And then something else struck him. Sophia and Carl…those two wouldn't want to be spilt up and Carl wouldn't want to be away from his aunt. As far as Daryl could tell, that kid loved his aunt more than anyone.

He sighed, crushing the rest of his cigarette. He'd found a singular box on a run a few months earlier and had been only smoking one now and then. The familiar action relaxed him. He would've guessed that the smell would've repulsed Marie, but she loved to kiss him right after. It was the strangest thing, but she said she missed the taste, given that she couldn't while being pregnant. She only smoked off and on to begin with, it started when she was a teenager, and she successfully quit when Rick and Shane dropped the habit before entering the police academy. But, unlike those two, when ever she was really stressed one would calm her down, much like how he was now. He rubbed his tired eyes and decided to head back to bed.

"Daryl," Marie rolled over to face him. "I trust you…if you think leaving is our best move…then just tell me when…" she pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I'm still thinkin' 'bout it too," he said.

"Okay, just let me know whatever you decide," she kissed him once more and he pulled her closer, his hand resting on her hip. No sooner than their kisses got more intimate did a baby crying draw them away from each other. She stood and picked up Parker. "What's the matter sweetheart?" she asked, bouncing him. She recognized the cry as one for attention. She held him close to her and rocked him back and forth. "My God, he looks so much like you," she marveled. No matter how many times she looked upon the baby's face, all she saw was Daryl.

Daryl laughed slightly. He wished the twins would've looked like her. He found it slightly odd that none of the three kids looked a lick like her. Airy began to cry next. "Here, I'll take 'im," Daryl offered. Marie silently passed the boy to his father. She rose from the bed and picked up Airy next.

"Now what's the matter with you? Do you want attention to?" she asked the baby. "It's not like you can understand me, can you?" she asked in her baby talk voice. Airy just smiled and looked up at her. "At least they're smiley babies. Gavin always was too."

"See, they may not look like ya, but Gavin acts jus' like ya."

"That may not be such a good thing…" she sat down with baby Airy in her arms. "You think we can all four sleep here?" she asked, not wanting to put the babies back in their crib.

"Is that safe?" he asked.

"As long as you're careful…When Gavin was little he never slept in a crib. He always slept in my bed. It's just now there'll be another person and another baby…You're a light enough sleeper I don't see you rolling over on one of them…"

"We'll be fine," he said.

By morning, there were five people in the pushed together beds. Gavin had had a nightmare, so he was lying on the other side of Marie. She was sandwiched between Airy and Gavin, Parker was on the other side of his twin and Daryl was on the other end. And, to top it off, Dug was lying at their feet. When Marie woke, she rolled her eyes and carefully climbed from the bed. She placed the twins in their proper spots. "Gotta go out, Dug?" she asked the dog. He perked up, and wagged his tail slightly. She slipped into her boots and patted her side. He followed her without hesitation. It was early, the sun was only beginning to peak into the sky, but she didn't care. Anymore four hours of sleep was like her maximum. It was terrible, but her brain was perfectly functional on that. She walked with the dog through the courtyard. Rick and a few others were working on the field. She paid them no mind as she considered what Daryl had brought up the night before. What if they did leave? Would they survive? How would the prison group react? What about-

"Marie…right?" she turned upon hearing a voice. She inwardly groaned upon seeing Jenna, but nodded anyway. "Look…I'm sorry…I really am…"

"Like I haven't heard that before. The last time you apologized you tried to tell me Amanda was Daryl's. What are you going to tell me you're pregnant with his child now?" she rolled her eyes and walked forward. "C'mon Dug," she called the dog.

"Marie, wait!" The brunette whipped around quickly and glared at the blonde.

"I don't want your lying apology. You don't mean it so just keep it!" Usually Marie was a forgiving person. But, Jenna had just burned her more than once and they'd only known each other a few weeks. She couldn't be trusted, it was that simple.

"I'm not lying…" Jenna tried, but Marie had already jogged away, the dog at her side. It didn't take long for Marie to get bored with jogging. She soon headed back to her cell, missing music more than she had in the past year. By that point Daryl had already woken and was cradling Airy. Sophia and Carl were in the cell too, as the young blonde held Parker.

"Boo!" Gavin exclaimed, jumping out from under the covers. Marie gasped, as if he'd scared her.

"You're so scary!" she said, feigning shock. He giggled and she moved to his side and began tickling him. He giggled happily as she blew a raspberry on his cheek.

"Stop!" he exclaimed between giggles. Daryl looked over at them, amused.

"You want some now?" Marie asked with a smirk. Before he could say anything, she came over and blew an affectionate raspberry on his cheek. The look on Daryl's face was priceless. Daryl went as far falling back, laughing.

"Ya got yer spit on me!" he exclaimed, wiping it off of his cheek and onto her shirt.

"That's the point, hun," she laughed. Gavin giggled at Daryl's still utterly shocked face.

"Get her back!" Gavin suggested.

"Carl, hol' Airy, would ya?" Daryl said calmly. The blue eyed boy made his way over to the older man.

"Oh no you don't!" Marie exclaimed. She took off running out of the cell. He followed after her. She squealed when he was gaining ground on her. Before she knew it, he caught her around the waist picked her up. She burst out laughing as he pulled her into a janitor's closet. "My, my Mr. Dixon, are you getting fresh with me?" she asked with a smirk.

"Hell yeah I am! Ya started it!"

"Did I now?" she asked.

"I want every able person with a weapon," Glenn said. Daryl and Marie walked back into the main space of their cell block just in time. "There's walkers swarming out there…I don't know why-Rick and Tyreese when to investigate, but they're gonna tear down the fences if we don't stop them."

"Stay with the kids. M'gonna go help," Daryl said to Marie. He started to head towards the doors, but she caught his arms and looked at him nervously.

"Please be careful…" she pleaded. He nodded and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I love you."

"Love ya too." He left with the rest of the group and she returned to their cell. She was still staying true to her promise not to leave the prison, which counted when there was trouble outside. The twins needed at least one of their parents after all.

"What's going on?" Carl asked. "My dad told me to stay up here…"

"Well…" Marie started. "From what I gathered there's more walkers than usual gathering outside of the fences. Daryl's told me to stay put too."

So, Gavin, Sophia, Carl, Marie, the twins, and even Dug waited inside the cell for the rest of their group to return. It took a few hours…but they did eventually. Daryl walked in, blood covering his shirt, sweat on his brow, and looking incredibly exhausted.

"Everything go okay out there?" Marie asked him gently.

"Fine. Everybody's alive…from what I know…but there's more comin'. They ain't stoppin'. We're goin' out a bit later…."

"What if…now hear me out here. What if we piled up the dead walkers around the prison fences? They hate their own smell, right? It may suck for us for a while…but we'll get over it…That way they'll stay clear."

"What 'bout other people?" he asked.

"The lights at night doesn't exactly scream walker infested…plus don't we want more people?"

"Marie, Daryl," Tyreese said, looking into the cell. The two stood and followed him. He led them away from where the kids are. "Somebody's feedin' these things…" he said.

"Feedin' 'em?" Daryl asked, disgusted.

"Yeah. Me an' Rick, we found animal innards out there by the fences…Somebody is doin' this…He thinks it's somebody from in here…"

"Jenna…" Daryl mumbled.

"She wouldn't put her daughter in danger," Marie argued. "Plus…she was trying to apologize to me this morning. It's not her. I'm confident in that. She may be a bit of a bitch, but she's not capable of this." She froze, thinking of another possibility. "What about that man you beat up yesterday? He seems stupid enough to do this…"

"An' the walker yesterday…in our block…" Daryl finished.

"Rick jus' checked in on him. Bastard can barely walk. He didn't do this," Tyreese said.

"What 'bout his asshole son?" Daryl asked.

"Don't know," the other man shrugged.

"This is just sick! I can't-!" Marie ran her fingers through her hair before walking back to their cell, stressed. She swore, if someone caused any of her family to be put in harm's way, she would murder them herself! She wasn't going to let this make her lose someone close to her. Not because some was deciding to be a sick bastard and feed walkers. Who does such a thing? Plus if anybody caught fresh meat they should be bringing it for living people to eat. Not drawing more walkers to eat said living people. Somebody was a true, twisted psycho!

AN: Whew! It's almost 2am…This whole chapter was keeping me up…I was tired at 9pm…(I feel old) but I had practice today…and it was really sunny. But anyway, I hope you liked it. Please review :). And if you haven't noticed, the idea was kind from the trailer.