Wow it's been so long. I hope everyone is still interested!

Emma lay on the small prison bed, for a moment she actually missed her big bed back in Woodbury. The thought of who used to share it with her made her stomach turn and she forced the memory out. She could hear the group arguing, deciding whether or not to leave. If they moved on, she wasn't sure if she'd make it out there, not now. Her hand fell to her stomach.

Her shirt had ridden up in her tossing and she could feel the visible bump growing there. It would probably only be another few weeks before it was too obvious to hide. She had to tell Daryl. Even though the thought of it made her sick to her stomach, she knew that he needed to know sooner rather than later.

"Can't sleep?" His voice caused her to jump, sitting up and banging her head on the bunk above her. "Shit, you alright?"

"Yeah," Emma gave a small laugh as she moved off the bed and sat on the cold floor. She patted a spot next to her, inviting him in.

"You hear all that?" He asked as he sat next to her, keeping a small distance between them.

"He's going to keep coming. That's what he does. If he's anything, he's persistent."

"How well'd you know him?"

"I was with him for two years," she glanced to the side to watch his face. "There's something that I need to tell you, about me and him. I'm afraid of how you'll react."

"Then don't say anything." He reached out for her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I never wanted to know about the other men in your life."

Emma leaned closer, feeling the warmth radiate off of him. Her head came to rest against his shoulder as she breathed in deep. "I've missed you."

She placed a kiss on his shoulder before pushing herself up off the floor. He didn't move, but watched her hesitate in the doorway. Her eyes flew over the part of the prison she could see, the sound of the other occupants moving around below them gave her pause.

"They ain't gonna hurt you." He said as he finally came to stand behind her. She flinched as his hand skimmed over her hip. "I'm not gonna let nothing happen to you."

"I'm gonna find Merle."

It was strange to see her walk with such apprehension. Daryl had always thought she was full of confidence, something that had always drawn him to her. He knew that one of these days he'd have to find out what happened to her at Woodbury, but he didn't trust himself to listen to her just yet. The idea of anything bad happening to her made his blood run cold.

By the time Emma made it to the cell that Merle had claimed, she saw Hershel leaving. She gave him an easy smile as she moved around him. Merle barely blinked as she sat down on the edge of his bed and relaxed against the wall. It was a new sensation, feeling more at ease with the older Dixon brother.

"Are we going to be okay here?" She couldn't stop the question from falling out of her mouth. There had been a nervous energy surging through her since they made it into the safety of the prison.

"You're guess is as good as mine, Sugar." He leaned back beside her and slipped his arm around her shoulders.

"I'm pregnant." The words sounded foreign to her ears. He didn't speak, hardly reacted expect for the subtle clenching of her fingers on her shoulder. "You need to make peace with everyone. They need to know that they can trust you. If not for Daryl, than you need to help me out too."

"Anything for you, darling."

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"Stop the car." Emma yelled out, as she leaned further into the dashboard. "There's a man out there."

"Emma, this ain't a time to play hero." Martinez sighed as she started to accelerate again.

"I said stop the fucking car." She snapped, pushing the door open. "I know him."

The vehicle was still rolling to a stop as she jumped out and ran towards the body. He wasn't sure if the man was even alive, so he kept his distance and trained his rifle on him just in case.

Emma knelt down, her hand reaching out as her heart jumped into her throat. She pressed two fingers to his neck, trying to find a pulse. Her eyes landed on the stump of his right hand. A relieved sigh left her lips as she felt a weak pulse beneath her probing fingers.

"What the hell have you done, Merle?" She took him face in her hands before she turned back to the car behind her. "Help me, he's hurt."

"He bit?" Quickly she glanced over him, praying to anyone that would listen that he wasn't.

"I don't think so. Martinez, please, he's my brother." It was only a small lie, one that had never felt so much like the truth before.

She'd sat by his side for days in the Woodbury clinic as she waited for him to come to. There were days when she through it would have just been easier to have left him out there on his own, but she knew she wouldn't have been able to live with that. He was all she had left of her old time. Just knowing one of her Dixon boys were alive was enough for her.

"Come on you stubborn ass, I need you to open your eyes."

"He still not awake?" Philip's voice made its was in from the door. She glanced back at him, but didn't move from her spot.

"He's a fighter, I know he'll be up any minute now."

"What concerns me is how he lost his hand. Emma, I understand that he's family, but do you know if he's still the same man?" He placed a hand on her shoulder in order to pull her around to face him.

"It doesn't matter. I need him to wake up. He's all I have left." She shrugged off his hand before turning back around and taking Merle's only hand in hers.

That night she was asleep next to their clasped hands when he finally moved. Tears fell from her eyes as she saw his flutter open. She waited by the door as the doctor looked him over and Philip asked him questions. In all the years she'd known him, this was the first time she'd ever seen Merle look so vulnerable. She made sure that whenever he glanced in her direction she was looking back at him.

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There was a commotion at the announcement that Andrea had somehow made her way to the prison. As she stood in the middle of the group, Emma couldn't help but feel for her. They were questioning her loyalty, and if they knew that Emma was in her position only a few short weeks ago she knew they wouldn't have been so welcoming to her.

"Andrea," Emma had waited for her to come back in from her talk with Michonne. Everyone else had resumed their chores around the prison, leaving them the only two in the common area.

"They were worried about you." The blonde said as she glanced at the brunette. "Milton most of all."

"He's always worried about something." She took in a deep breath before standing up from her stop at the table. "Are you still sleeping with him?"

"I don't…" Andrea took a step back, heading in the direction of the cell block.

"Because if you are, I'd slit his throat while he's sleeping." Emma called after her. "I know what' it's like. He can be charming and thoughtful, and then one day he slips. It's just a moment, but the second you see what he's truly capable of you know he's a monster. I thought about it hundreds of time before, but was too scared. You're strong, and you have people to come back to."

"You want me to kill him?"

"To save these people and the people in Woodbury, yes."

Emma held her gaze for a few more moments before turning back to the stairs. "Did you love him?" Andrea's question stopped any further action.

"No, he was a warm bed and shelter. He's still in love with his dead wife and who wants to compete with a ghost? Just think about what I said, one life for the sake of dozens doesn't seem so bad."

With that Emma finally made her way up the steps leaving Andrea to contemplate her words. She watched from the doors as they group said goodbye to the blonde. It was Daryl's hand on her elbow that moved her back into the safety of the building. The way his eyes searched hers made her think that he already knew everything she was thinking.

"One of these days, you're gonna have to let me talk." She told him as they stood outside the cells listening to Beth's voice carry through the block. His hand pulled her closer, moving her in front of him. Emma leaned back, smiling slightly as she felt him lean his chin against her shoulder, his hands lightly holding her hips.

"Just give me a few days." He whispered against her skin. She could only nod as she relaxed against him.