Katelyn stood on the road. The group was hiding in the woods, rifles trained on the exchange point. Michonne was most effective in a melee fight, so she was the one holding Kate, whose hands were tied behind her. Rick took the high point, scoping out the area with binoculars to make sure the Governor didn't try anything funny.

Whistling down at Michonne, she knew she needed to get ready because they were coming. Glenn and Beth hid on the back side of a boulder stand that acted as an outcropping on high ground. They watched as two men tried to sneak past them. They knew the Governor would attempt an ambush, so they waited until they passed, before quietly falling in behind and closing the gap.

Carl and Maggie were hiding on the other side, watching as a group of four men snuck by them. Carl moved quietly to flank them, as Maggie snuck around to the front. They had been expecting this, so they planned exactly how they'd catch them in a crossfire and let these idiots walk right into it.

Michonne could hear the jeep approaching before she could see it. Tensing up, she almost hoped that asshole, the Governor was coming. She really wanted to smile in his arrogant face.

She wasn't disappointed, and couldn't help but grin when she saw his reaction to her presence there.

"Michonne." Stepping out of the Jeep, the Governor grimaced through tight jaw, "I should have known it'd be you."

Michonne smirked wickedly at him, laying her katana against Kate's neck in a threatening gesture.

Katelyn saw the bandage on her father's eye for the first time and gasped, giving the Governor the impression that she was worried about him. She saw his face fall in concern for her for a moment, and she felt bad.

Then she saw them shove Daryl out of the Jeep. He had a bag over his head so he couldn't see and it was all she could do to not cry out to him, but she couldn't. His life depended on her.

Pushing Daryl forward, he stumbled up to where the Governor stood.

"How're we doing this?" The Governor called out.

"You send him over to me and then I'll let her go." Michonne stated, her unemotional style unnerving to the Governor.

Daryl heard the exchange, trying to figure out who they were exchanging him for, but the minute he heard Michonne refer to their hostage as a "her", a sinking feeling began in his stomach. Something wasn't right.

Michonne began moving Katelyn forward as the Governor moved Daryl closer, until they were standing within feet of each other. Michonne looked the Governor up and down with disgust, before shoving Katelyn forward toward him. Michonne reached out to take hold of Daryl, moving him behind her, and handing him a knife.

The Governor was the first to move. Michonne had been ready for it though and spun out of the way and the Governor lunged for her. Daryl had grasped the knife and was attempting to cut through his bonds, bending over to shake the bag off of his head. Katelyn was about to run when she felt someone grab her from behind, dragging her back to the Jeep.

Gunfire erupted as all hell broke loose.

Maggie and Carl dropped 3 of the 4 immediately, Glenn and Beth managed to kill the other 2, and Rick shot 2 of the men the Governor had brought in the Jeep. The only one left had ahold of Katelyn and Rick was too afraid to shoot for fear of hitting her.

Shoved face first into the Jeep, she struggled to make herself upright, but it was difficult with her hands tied behind her back. Frank shoved her head back down beneath the dashboard, and turned the wheel sharply, gunning the throttle to get the hell out of there. The Governor was locked in hand to hand combat with Michonne.

Circling each other, eyes glaring, sizing up the other, they both wanted the other to die equally. A death match made in heaven.

"You shoulda just left and never looked back." The Governor said smoothly, gaining back some of his charm.

"I shoulda killed ya when I first saw ya. Save everyone a lot of trouble." She spat back at him, smirking as her gaze fell on his damaged eye.

"Sorry bout your eye." She mocked, causing the Governor to come unhinged.

He lunged, straight for her, machete raised in the air to slash at her face, but Michonne was quicker and spun out of the way.

"Gonna have ta do better than that, Gov." She chuckled.

More gunfire sounded off, dropping the last the ambushers, leaving Frank as the Governor's only protection.

She heard the gunning of the Jeep before she looked up, but this time, she wasn't quick enough. The front of the Jeep slammed into her, knocking her back a few feet, stunning her. The Governor was about to lunge, when he heard Frank shouting.

"Get in! Quick!" Frank yelled at the Governor as he swung the passenger side door open for him.

Daryl finally managed to get the ropes off of his and rolled to his feet, quickly assessing the situation. He saw Rick scrambling down the embankment toward them, Michonne was slowly getting up, holding herself across the middle, and Glenn slowly approached the area with his rifle raised, ready to shoot. He heard the peeling tires as the Jeep reversed quickly, and watched as the Governor jumped into the front seat, raising his gun to shoot at them.

Diving for cover, he raised his head just in time to see the prisoner they had exchanged him for.

Everything in Daryl went cold as terror seized him.

"Nooooo!" Daryl started screaming, beginning to race after the Jeep.

Kate's gaze flew toward the sound of Daryl's voice, her eyes locking momentarily with his. She saw the horror on his face and her heart broke into pieces. Smiling sadly, she watched as Rick tackled Daryl before he could get too far, rolling him to the ground in order to keep him from getting himself killed following her.

"Nooooo!" Daryl screamed again, frantically fighting to get Rick off of him so he could get to Katelyn.

"Daryl!" Rick shouted, trying to get his attention.

Glenn came jogging into the clearing.

"We gotta go man. They're gonna have reinforcements." Glenn, trying to be the voice of reason, cringed when he heard the gut-wrenching cries coming from Daryl.

"GET OFF ME! KATE!" Daryl was straining, trying to throw Rick off of him, but Michonne stepped in to grab one of his arms to help hold him.

"Daryl! Stop!" Rick yelled, grabbing his head to he had to pay attention.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Daryl screamed, looking into Rick's eyes.

"Daryl. She's his daughter. She volunteered to be our hostage." Rick tried to speak soothingly, but he saw Daryl's face crumple in disbelief.

"He's not gonna hurt her. She's okay." Rick continued to talk to the desperately fighting Daryl who had finally calmed down enough that he was listening.

Breathing hard, Daryl was too stunned to think rationally.

"No!" Daryl cried out in denial.

"Daryl! Its okay. She's okay." Rick sat back, giving Daryl room to breathe, but he didn't move. Instead, he just lay there in the dirt staring at Rick in shock.

Rick stood up, offering Daryl a hand, but Daryl just lay there shaking his head.

"Come on, buddy. We gotta go." Rick motioned to the car.

"We gotta go or this will have been for nothing." Rick said softly.

Daryl staggered to his feet, angrily tugging his shirt straight, glaring at all of them.

"Come on." Rick motioned for the car, but Daryl was backing away from them.

Maggie knew he was going to bolt and stepped behind him.

"Daryl, don't do this." She said, putting her hand on his arm.

"Carol's scared to death right now. She needs to know you're okay. We can make a plan to get Kate, but for now, she's safe." Maggie tried reasoning with him, hitting the key points that she knew might sway his irrational response.

"Fuck you!" Daryl spat, stumbling until he bumped into the car.

"FUCK ALL YOU!" He screamed, pointing at them hatefully before landing on Rick, "That's twice!"

They all knew he was referring to when Rick left Merle behind, forcing him to cut off his hand in order to escape.

Rick sighed sorrowfully.

"I deserve that, but right now, there are people countin on you." He spoke, trying to reason with Daryl, "You can hate me all you want. I deserve it, but Carol doesn't."

Daryl's face crumpled with pain and he sagged against the car. His body hurt all over, his heart was broken, and he was so angry that words couldn't express it. Maggie saw him slouch and knew that he had surrendered enough to approach him softly. Slipping her shoulder under his arm, she helped him get into the car. As she lowered him onto the seat, he just kept sliding until he was lying down on the seat, as if all the fight had left him.

Maggie looked back at Glenn with a worried expression. Glenn nodded at her. Climbing in beside him, she lifted his head, putting it in her lap so she could sit down as Glenn hopped in the front seat and the others jumped in their car.

Daryl watched the dust fly up into the air as they drove away.