Hey guys I have an update for you! I'm really trying not to hate Daryl for what happened in the premier but if you haven't seen it get your alcohol and tissues ready! Also huge shout out to everyone reviewing, favoriting, and following you guys inspire me so much whenever I see an alert for this story or a pm in my inbox it makes me so excited to write more for you. Ok anyway this chapter is definitely crazy but that's nothing new lol.

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(Daryl's POV)

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Chloe smiles pullin' her shirt from last night over her head an' inta tha pile a dirty clothes in our tent.

"Mornin'," I stretch my arms, wincing at tha pain from my arrow catchin' in tha side. "Ya never wake up before me what's goin' on?"

"Well I was going to wake you up with breakfast in bed, thought it would be nice."

"It woulda," I smile, "I can close my eyes an' pretend I'm still sleepin' if ya want."

"No," she smirks, "it just wouldn't be the same."

"Then why don't ya come back down here for a minute?" I suggest an' she arches an eyebrow.

"Are you putting the moves on me?"

"That a problem Mrs. Dixon?" I cock my head ta tha side.

"Not at all Mr. Dixon, as long as you're feeling up to it. You're not supposed to over exert yourself."

"Well if ya don't come down here then I'll have ta come up there an' that'd just be more strain on my injuries."

"Point well made." She nods, her lips parted slightly as my eyes move away from her face down ta her tits. Perfect pink nipples hardenin' under my gaze.

"So what's it gonna be? You comin' down or am I comin' up?"

She climbs down ontop a me, her short still on as she straddles me. "Hi." She whispers when her face is level with mine.

"Hey," I reply, holdin' her long hair away from 'er face. She leans down ta kiss me, an' I press my hips up against hers, my cock strainin' through tha thin fabric of my boxers. I can feel tha heat from tha apex a her thighs. I hook my thumbs under tha waist band a her bottoms pushing them down over her legs onta tha ground. An' then she's workin' on mine, down onta tha floor with her own. I try ta roll on top a her but I don't quite make it.

"Fuck," I hiss through my teeth.

"You ok?"

"Yeah just my damn side."

"Here let me-" she begins nudgin' me onta my back, where I started.

"No I'm fine." I lie.

"You're not fine." She rolls her eyes as she pins me ta tha ground.

"I don't need ya babyin' me."

"You are my baby, so I'm allowed." Chloe insists draggin' her thumb over my bottom lip.

"Pfft." I scoff, battin' her hand away.

"Lay back and relax, let me do all the hard work." She whispers as she eases me inside a her. Fuck she's tight.

"Lean back, I wanna see ya."

"Oh," she says breathily, puttin' her hands on my thighs openin' herself up ta me.

"Just like that beautiful, fuck me." And she does, fast an' hard. Ridin' me like a fuckin' pony an' I can't keep my hands ta myself.

"Oh god...oh fuck Daryl." She sighs as my finger dig inta her hips, guidin' her movements.

"You're so wet baby, I can feel ya on my thighs." Her cheeks go bright red at my words, she's blushin'; after all we've done how can she still be blushin'? I sit up so we're pressed chest ta chest an' her moments slow, her arms goin' aroun' my neck. Holdin' me close as she rocks against me.

"I love you," she mutters, her soft lips right up against my ear.

"Oh baby girl," I groan out, "I love you." Her inner walls clench aroun' me an' I turn my head slightly until I find her mouth. We've come a long way from sloppy kisses and fumblin' hands in tha forest tha first time Chloe an' me ever fooled aroun'. I didn't know who she was or what she was gonna be ta me, hell I didn't even really know who I was. Just some guy tryna impress tha girl that pinned me against a tree an' kissed me without warnin'. Before all this I just belonged ta myself, now I'm just hers. An' all she wants is this, all she wants is me. Don't seem like a fair trade if ya ask me.

"Daryl...I'm gonna cum," she whimpers, her sweet breath fannin' over my skin, an' I'm right there with her. Her brows pull together in concentration, soft lips lettin' out tiny pants an' then she explodes aroun' me. I follow her, pullin' out at tha last second. While she's catchin' her breath she's kissin' me all over. My forehead, my nose, my eyelids, all kinda places that only she's ever kissed. I can't help smilin' at 'er.

"I think I need a nap now." She laughs tiredly.

"I need ta get outta this damn tent I'm goin' stir crazy." I nudge her offa me so I can get dressed.

"You haven't even been out here a full day." She glares at me disapprovingly while tuggin' on her own clothes.

"That's long enough, believe me."

"I'm gonna tell everyone... this morning, it's time." Not this shit again, ain't none a those people's damn business what happened ta her in those woods or there after.

"Ya don't gotta."

"I want to, seriously."

"Ok then that's all there is right? It's your decision I can't stop ya." I'm sick a fightin' over it.

"I think it'll be better this way." Chloe shrugs at my indifference, an' I know she wants me ta tell her that I think she's doin' tha right thing...but I don't.

"If anybody tries anythin' stupid I'll put 'em down. I ain't kiddin', not when it comes ta you."

"I know. But everything will be fine, ok?" She presses her lips ta my cheek.

"Ok." I huff.

(Shane's POV)

The only sound coming from everyone eatin' breakfast is silverware hittin' dishes until I hear somebody clearin' their throat.

"If I could just have your attention for a minute." Chloe says, settin' her fork down on her plate. Daryl's sittin' between her legs lookin' out at tha rest a us like some kinda watch dog. All eyes are on her now accept his, he's staring me down, runnin' his fingers over his gun.

"Down boy," I snicker at him. "Ain't nothin' she's 'bout to say that's gonna surprise me."

He narrows his eyes at me, squarin' his shoulders.

"What's goin' on?" Lori speaks up next.

"After that heard past us on the highway I was bit by one of those things. Otis, the same man who saved Carl, found me and brought me back here. They cared for me as best they could...until I passed. I woke up the next morning without a fever, without any sign of infection and over the next day or two my wound began to heal. Hershel is testing samples of my blood, he thinks it could be something as simple as a hormonal imbalance. That's what we're hoping for, but there's a very good possibility the discrepancy could run deeper than that, maybe even to the extent of an altered chromosome in my DNA and of course we can't test for that here. But this means that there is a way to save everyone, this cure is real, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to find it for all of you. I realize this must come as a shock but it was never my intention to hide it from any of you. There were a lot of moving parts in this situation. Hershel asked for this to be kept quiet and my family as well but to me you're all family so I trust that with this new information you will continue to treat me the same as you always have but in the event that for whatever reason you're unable to do so I'd understand. That being said I know none of you are thick headed enough to kill me knowing that I'm you're only real shot at fixing all of this. If anyone has any comments, questions, or concerns about anything I've just said please come forward. You're opinions are important to me." Sounds like lil Mrs. Dixon musta rehearsed this speech a hundred times.

"How soon will you know the outcome of these tests he's running?" Glenn speaks up first. Breakin' the awkward silence.

"Some take longer than others but it should only take a few days. God willing we could be working on a treatment plan for everyone as soon as next week." Chloe replies.

"And say it's something that you can only produce so much of, if there's not enough to go around what then?" T- Dog asks.

"The kids get it first no exemptions, Sophia and Carl, that's the priority and I think we can all agree to that. Next would be anyone who is most vulnerable to walker bites, people who go out on runs, scavenge, or anyone with a special condition; them next." She's runnin' her fingers over Daryl's hair as she speaks, pettin' him.

"Fair enough." Rick offered, I don't know why he's so intent on kissin' her ass but it seems like that's all he does lately.

"I don't want anyone getting their hopes too high, this could take years. We could never have the resources needed to obtain any hard evidence. Testing the effectiveness will also be tricky and the results will vary from person to person. But as long as we're all on the same side I see no reason that we can't beat this thing." She runs her dark eyes over the group, waitin' for someone to make tha next move.

"You need to start bein' more careful, stay out of the line of fire whenever possible. This isn't just about you anymore." If no one else is gonna say it I will.

"If and when I decide to do that it'll be my choice, not one that anyone else gets to make for me. Just so we're all clear on that." She nods dismissively at me.

"Thank you for letting us know." Lori chimes in, tryin' ta stop whatever is about ta go down between tha two of us.

"Of course," Chloe clears her throat, pattin' Daryl lightly on the shoulder. He moves aside so she can stand before takin' her seat. "I'll be inside."

So basically what she just said is that her kid sister, her love sick puppy dog, an' her best friend are the only ones gettin' a cure and tha rest a us can screw off. 'Ccept Carl, but who tha hell is she ta play God and decide who gets ta live or die? Carol's watchin' me now, like she thinks I'm 'bout to pop off a round into Chloe's head while she's walkin' away. Maybe I should just to see her an' Daryl squirm but that'd be counter productive. She has somethin' I want, somethin' I need.

(Chloe's POV)

I find Hershel in Sophia's room, checking her vitals. She's sleeping, her perfect face so peaceful and innocent.

"How's the patient?" I ask slowly, leaning against the bedpost.

"She'll pull through, she's a fighter this one. Just like her sister." He adds kindly.

"I just wanted to say thank again for everything and to give that blood sample you requested." I roll up my sleeve holding out my arm to him.

"Come have a seat in the arm chair, I'll get the viles set up." He motions for me to sit.

It doesn't take but ten minutes for him to take what he needs and put a bandage over the tiny puncture wound. He's just about to finish the first set of tests when Shawn barges in.

"Hershel it happened again-" he stops mid sentence when he sees me.

"We'll put these aside for later, do me a favor darling and go find Rick for me. I need his help with something." Hershel pats my knee.

"Is everything ok? I can help you." I offer moving to my feet.

"Nothing to worry about but it does need to be Rick, if you all are going to stay here he needs to understand how we do things." He says by way of explanation.

"You're going to let us stay?" I try to fight the hopeful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"I'm considering it yes. So long as everything goes well this afternoon." He tells me with a nod.

"I'll go find Rick then." I excuse myself from the room and make my way back out to the tents. Everyone has finished up with breakfast now and they're off doing their own thing. I find Rick with Lori at the old outdoor wooden table helping Carl work on some math problems. "Sorry to interrupt but uh I need to borrow Rick for a moment." I say holding my right hand up to my brow to block the sun from my eyes.

"You finish up those problems," the sheriff nods to his son.

"Ok Dad." Carl smiles, adjusting his father's oversized hat on his head.

"What's this all about?" Rick asks when we get a few feet away.

"Hershel needs to see you about something...he's thinking about letting us stay as long as whatever it is goes well." I explain, taking strides toward the farm house.

"Then I'll make sure it goes well." He assures me.

"Good luck." I wave him off as he shuffles up the steps. I trudge back toward me and Daryl's tent ignoring the way everyone is looking at me after my confession this morning. It's a look of betrayal more than anything else, there's no fear in their eyes, just more of an accusation like they're all saying why didn't you just tell me. I zip the tent behind me, flopping back onto my sleeping bag, my mind finally taking a much needed break. I have no idea how long I slept for before hearing it.

Shane screaming out, "what is this? What the hell is this!"

Whatever hopes I had of this afternoon going well are clearly off the table.

(Daryl's POV)

One thing I know is that when shit hits tha fan and people start handin' out guns I'm grabbin' two. One for me an' one for that wife a mine that ain't no where ta be found. She don't even make an appearance until we're runnin' down towards tha barn ta get a better look at what tha hell Hershel and Rick are doin'. They got a couple geeks on snag poles, leadin' em back our way.

"Why do your people have guns Rick?" Tha old man demands.

"What's going on here?" Rick turns ta Shane.

"I don't know man I was just about to ask you that same thing." Shane shouts back.

"Baby," Chloe finally finds me amongst tha crowd, restin' her hand on my shoulder ta get my attention. "What are you doing?"

"Don't know yet." I shrug, watchin' it all play out. "Here," I hand her tha gun I had stuffed in tha waistband a my jeans.

"I don't need it." She argues.

"Don't need it?" Shane protests, "do you see what they're holding on to?"

"I see who I'm holding on to." Tha old man cuts in.

I force the revolver into her hand, "take it just in case." I demand.

Chloe nods reluctantly.

"These people aren't sick! They're dead. They're the things that killed Otis, they're the things that killed Amy, they're the things that bit Chloe and chewed Sophia's arm up. They're gonna kill all of us unless we do somethin'. Hey Hershel let me ask you this could a living breathing person walk away from this?" Shane pops off three shots inta tha female geek. "That's three rounds to the chest, that's it's heart, it's lungs, why is it still comin'?"

"Shane that's enough!" Rick hollers at him, still wrestlin' with tha walker at tha end a his own pole.

"You're right man, that is enough." Shane puts tha sorry thing on Hershel's stick out of it's misery 'fore continuin' on his rampage. "Enough sleepin' next to a barn full of things that are tryin' to kill us. Enough! Rick it ain't like it was before and if y'all wanna live you're gonna have to fight, I'm talkin' 'bout right here. Right now."

"Hershel take that snag pole, Hershel listen to me man take it." Rick pleads with tha gray haired man as Shane storms toward tha barn down. Tryna kick it open an' rilin' up all tha dead fuckers inside in tha process.

"Rick." Lori yells.

"Shane listen to me, don't do this. Do not do this brother. Please."

"Don't do it!"

"Shane!"

"Come on."

"Do not do this! Not this way."

Everybody's screamin' at once. He tears tha lock an' chain straight off tha barn doors and they start comin'. Everybody with guns lines up, shootin' em down. I'm on tha far left, Chloe aside a me an' T-dog next ta her with Shane at the center and Glenn, Andrea, and Rick on tha other side. One by one we take em down, not lettin' em within spittin' distance until they start tricklin' out real slow, this is the last of them. Then I feel it, tha warm mist fly across my right side. I lift my hand ta my face, rubbin' at it with my finger tips, comin' away red. That's blood. I turn my head ta both sides, just tryna understand what tha hell happened that's when I realize Chloe ain't there anymore. Somethin' falls across my feet an' I look down. There she is, her entire shoulder a bloody mess.

"What happened?" Glenn rushes over, turnin' her still body so that she's facin' upward. I stumble backwards as Hershel an' Carol rush in. Every gun is turned on Shane who has his hands up.

"I have a pulse." Hershel calls out.

"Chloe baby can you hear me? It's mommy, just hang on. We're gonna get you help."

"We have to get her into the house."

I sweep her up in my arms, she's so still. Just tha slow, shallow rise an' fall a her breathin' ta remind me she's still there. I lay her on tha bed an' Patricia an' Hershel start workin' over her.

"She's bleedin' out." Patricia shakes her head.

"Must have hit an artery, we need blood." Hershel presses down hard on her wound but still all that blood is pourin' out. Stainin' tha sheets dark red.

"Let me." Sophia's tiny voice comes from tha doorway.

"You're barely on your feet." Maggie points out an' I knoe she's right. Tha lil girl probably shouldn't be doin' this but we don't got any more options.

"She's my sister, you have to save her and I'm the only one who can so please, take it from me." Sophia insists, remindin' me more a Chloe than she ever has.

"She'll just wake up again if she..." The farmer's youngest daughter begins but her Daddy cuts her off before she can get much out.

"There's no way to know that Bethy, that was a result of her reaction to the virus spread by the bite. If she were to die of natural causes then chances are she won't come back."

"She stopped breathin'," Maggie shouts.

"We need room to work! Everybody make room!" Hershel insists as he begins CPR.

"Is she gonna die?" Sophia cries while Patricia hooks her up ta tha needle.

"Not if we have any say in it."

"Maggie, take over chest compressions, I need to stop that bleeding or we're gonna lose her."

My legs give out and I fall ta my knees at tha foot a her bed. Please God don't take her from me, I'll give anythin'; anythin'. Just let me keep 'er. Hershel is stitchin' her up as best he can but there's too much blood.

"Daddy she's not respondin'." Tha dark haired girl is a bloody mess and there's no end in sight.

"Keep tryin'!" I pound my fists against tha footboard.

"Everyone is doing everything they can. Maggie hold off on the compressions." Tha vet instructs.

"Daddy the first thing ya ever taught me about CPR is never ta stop once I've started. She'll die." Maggie keeps workin' over Chloe's body.

"If we can't close this artery she will die anyway. This is the only way." Hershel says.

Time stops. I realize it's been too long, too long since her heart stopped beatin', too long since she took a breath. Just as I feel tha sense a dread wash over me Chloe lets out a blood curdlin' scream...she's alive.