I want to know what you guys think of the whole Rose having a kid..

Should she have it? or no?

He pulled my up with his hands despite my protest. "Please, let me sleep." I moaned pushing back downward.

Daryl grabbed me from under my armpits. "Come on little missy, gatta eat." He chuckled swinging me in his arms.

I smiled pressing my face into his chest. "You haven't called me that in a while." My feet set themselves lightly on the ground as he put me there to walk my own way.

"You ain't so little anymore." He smirked stealing a kiss before tugging at my hand. He had such a proud smile on his face as he bounced down the stairs with my groggy self. Why was he so pleasant today? I could have sworn I just heard him arguing with Rick and Glenn about Merle staying here. "Take a seat." He instructed guiding me down to the prison table's chair. "You cold?" he asked but didn't wait for a response as he stalked back into the cell block disappearing for a minute or so then strode back out to me. His poncho was wrapped around like me a cocoon.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "What's gotten into you?"

His smile fell confusion washing over him. "What do you mean?"

"You're being so…nice." I turned away from him poking my fork around in the mush of noodles.

"I'm just taking care of you Rose." His hand slid onto my shoulder squeezing it. "I have to go take a look around the prison. Help Rick take some of those walkers out, maybe fix the fence."

My fork clattered to the side of the bowl. "Can I come? I want to get outside."

Daryl looked at me weighing the decision over in his head. I get it, he was looking out for me, but I'm not about to be put on bed rest now when I still have eight months to go. "No," his eyes softened as he leaned down to kiss my head. "Be safe."

I was left alone in the cell block with nothing but white strings of gunk.

"Done?" she asked picking my empty bowl up and carrying it away. "How are you feeling?"

I eyed Carol as she put my dish in a pot of water to wash it. "Fine." I told her out of habit. Carol and I never really clicked. Of course I remember the day Sophia died and comforting her before it was even discovered her bitten daughter was in the barn. Other than that we rarely talk. I had feelings she resented me for being so close with Daryl. I had a feeling she had some sort of emotion for him mother or lover I could never tell but it was something and she hated I had beaten her to him. It was never a competition to me but Daryl was someone I was more than happy to say I won in my life by gaining him. "Thanks." It was forced. I could feel it rolling off my tongue.

"You should eat some more." His southern accent was strong as he approached me. "Put some meat on those bones. Let's not forget what happened when you refused to eat."

I gritted my teeth thinking back to the feint in my interrogation room. Merle was the one that had found me on the floor. "Let's not forget who put me there in the first place."

"Why you gatta hold a grudge on your brother-in-law?" He chuckled setting his one hand and one stump on the table.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be stupid?" Once more Michonne was at my rescue.

He shuffled his feet before sighing. "If we're going to be living under the same roof we should clear the air." She didn't look at him. "That whole hunting you down thing, it was all for business. Carrying out orders."

"Hmh," she smiled sarcastically. "Like the Gastapo."

Merle nodded. "Yeah. Exactly." His tiny glimmer of a smile fell. "I've done a lot of things I ain't proud of. Before and after. Anyway, hope we can get past it." He stood up and began walking away. "Let bygones be bygones."

I looked at her as she stared angrily back at him. "You'll forgive him right?"

"Will you?" she asked back.

I hated him. I hated him for bringing to Woodbury. I hated him for cursing The Governor's reign on us. I tried to not hate him so much when Daryl was around, but Daryl knew I was right to hate him. And anyways Daryl was not in any position to tell me what I was able to do. I was not sure if I wanted to even forgive Daryl for leaving. Suppressing the anger constantly building up inside me was starting to become tremendously difficult. I knew I would blow up soon. "I don't know…" I trailed off.

"Then there's your answer." She reached out placing her hand on my shoulder like Daryl had done. Her hand felt tense and distant. "I'm sorry about leaving you in his apartment. I would have gotten you out of there if I was successful but all I took with me was his eye. I wanted to find you but Andrea chased me out."

"You tried." I frowned. Being left in that apartment that night knocked a lot of hope out of me. "And I got out anyways." She dropped her hand and so did I. I began to walk towards the exit.

"Get back inside Rose." Not even less than a minute of freedom he was giving me orders.

I walked down the little steps out onto the courtyard. "No." I firmly said.

"It's dangerous out here. Go inside now." His protectiveness in this time of war was grinding my gears to the max.

"You are not in any place to tell me what I can do." I glared crossing my arms. "Or have you forgotten those days you were not here, and I was alone. Because I do not think I will ever be able to forget that pain you cause me."

"I-I..." his mouth opened and then closed as the words spun around in his brain. "I'm sor-!"

"Pst!" Carl hissed and Daryl flipped around pushing me behind him. I pressed my head into his back sighing. "Andrea!

We both ran to Carl. "Is she alone?" I asked trying to see her without binoculars.

"She's got a walker with her to distract the other ones I think." Carl responded as Daryl took his look. She guided the walker up the gravel hill now exposed due to Philip's truck of walkers. Others were running out of the cell block taking up positions.

"Are you alone?" Rick shouted scoping out the area.

Andrea neared the gate. "Open the gate!"

"Are you alone?" Rick asked again his voice louder as he looked to the sides.

"Rick!" Andrea exclaimed. Rick threw Daryl the keys to unlock it for her. She pushed her walker guard away towards the field before running inside.

"Hands up! Turn around!" Rick yelled yanking her inside the gate and shoving her into the fence. A walker jumped into the fence. "On the ground." Rick commanded pulling her to the ground onto her knees feeling her up and down for any trace of terrorism."I asked if you were alone."

"I am," she breathed dumbfounded by his distrust in her.

He took her bag and threw it to the side picking up anything she dropped. "Welcome back," he told her grabbing her from under the arm and tugging her away.

I watched the group as they all followed Rick inside. "Why did she come?" I asked Daryl who was already within inches of my body looking for a place he could hold onto to bring me inside. He just shrugged deciding to slid his arm around my waist and guide me inside despite my opposition of ignoring the whole conflict that would soon go down. Andrea had to know the Governor had me and what he was thinking. Andrea had to be angry at me for stealing him away from her even though that is exactly the opposite of what I am thinking. Daryl pulled open the door for me and I entered the cell block without looking at him. His politeness to try and change my opinion of him was over bearing.

"You all live here?" Andrea asked her eyes locking on mine as she asked the question. I could already sense what was passing through her thoughts when she saw me.

"In a cell block." Glenn responded.

"There," she pointed and then walked towards it. "Can I go in?"

"I won't allow that." Rick stepped in front of her.

"I'm not an enemy Rick."

"We had that field until your boyfriend tore down the fence with a truck and shot us up." Rick spat.

"He said you fired first." Andrea was taken aback.

Rick's face was cold. "Well, he's lying."

"He killed an inmate who survived here." Hershel told her.

Daryl glared at her. "We liked him, he was one of us."

"I didn't know anything about that." She shook her head.

I stepped forward. "Just like you didn't know he was holding Maggie, Glenn, and I captive. Just like you didn't know he was pinning Merle and Daryl against each other in a death match. How about the time you didn't know he was holding me up in his dingy apartment for a week?"

Here it comes. "How could I possibly have known all those things?" she couldn't fight the distaste in her voice towards me.

"Maybe Philip and you need to work on honesty." I retorted.

She started towards me but Daryl pushed me behind him. Andrea laughed at the situation. "Maybe you should focus on your own love life before trying to steal mine."

"Andrea, I'm not trying to steal your psychotic boyfriend." I lightly pushed passed Daryl. "He was the one trying to steal me away from civilization. I was having feinting problems so he used my vulnerability against me. He's sick."

"Oh please." She rolled her eyes her arms crossed. "Not everyone is obsessed with you Rose."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I knew she would never listen to me. "Believe what you have been told to Andrea, but that man needs to be executed."

Rick stepped forward. "We're gonna kill him. I don't when or how but we are."

"We can settle this." she said. "There is room at Woodbury for all of us."

Merle laughed. "You know better than that."

"What makes you think this man wants to negotiate?" Hershel asked. "Did he say that?"

"No." Andrea shook her head.

Rick put his hands on his hips. "Why did you come here?"

"Because he's gearing up for war." She told him. "The people are terrified they see you as killers. They're training to attack."

"I'll tell you what," Daryl spoke up from beside me his hand slipping into mine and holding it firmly. "Next time you see Philip…tell 'em I'm gonna take his other eye."

"We've taken too much shit for too long." Glenn spat. "He wants a war he's got one."

Andrea turned to Rick. "Rick, if you don't sit down and try to work this out I don't know what's going to happen. He has a whole town." She looked around. "Look at you; you've lost so much already. You can't stand alone anymore."

Rick stepped in front of her. "You want to make this right? Get us inside." Andrea shook her head in protest. "Then we got nothing to talk about." He stormed off.

"There are innocent people!" she called after him.

"There are innocent people here too," I said to her bumping her shoulder with mine as I passed her. I stomped away all the way up to mine and Daryl's cell with him following close behind me. She was ridiculous and crazily in love with him. She was blind and stupid and naive. "Ugh!" I exclaimed give the metal desk a hard kick with my foot. The desk gave out a hollow sound the blast sending shock waves of pain up my leg. I didn't stop there.

"Rose," Daryl spoke softly watching me take my anger out, watching me tear the room apart. "Rose; enough." He grabbed me by the shoulders forcing me to look at him. "Don't let your emotions get the best of you. I know you completely infuriated by the Governor, trust me I am too, but we can't act out on rage."

"The fact she thinks I actually wanted to be there just sets me on edge or the fact she had no idea about any of the shit he was doing." I chewed on the inside of my mouth fearing anger tears forming. "I don't want her here anymore. I want her gone."

He pulled me into his arms. "She'll be gone soon. Just lie down and get calm." He pressed his lips to my forehead. "I'll come back up here in a bit. Just promise me you'll stay here."

I squeezed my eyes shut taking in his words forcing myself to not fight against him. "I promise.

Hours passed before Daryl had come back and it was already dark outside. He had his hand laced with mind within seconds guiding me outside the cell where everyone was scattered throughout the cell block candles illuminating the room. It was quiet; all I could hear was Daryl breathing beside me as he walked towards the stairs. I didn't dare speak, not sure on where to place my emotions. He just gave me this look as we walked down the stairs like he knew I was trying to figure out everything. Not just Andrea, but everything. He knew I still was trying to cope with Lori's death and my doubts on whether I was to live or die. He knew my anger and fear for Philip was burning growing higher each day he was still breathing. He knew me more than I knew myself. I was thankful for that. Beth had begun to sing something she did when it was too quiet. It distracted everyone from thinking too much. Rick's feet were heard as he carried Judith down the metal steps and I buried myself more into Daryl to keep him close to me. I wouldn't be able to raise a child without my significant other. Every day was a reminder they were not here but a piece of them still was. I gave Rick so much respect for being able to handle it. Daryl moved beside me looking at Rick who placed himself on the other side of Hershel. "Some reunion huh?" Daryl's hand twitched at my side fingers trailing at my hip bone.

"She's in a jam." Rick tried to explain.

Hershel folded his arms to his chest. "We all are. Andrea's persuasive. This fella's armed to the teeth bent on destruction. "

Daryl tightened his hold on me still being gentle. "So what you want to do?" I tried to listen to Beth to ignore the talk about war.

"We match it." Rick replied. "I'm going on a run."

"I'll head out tomorrow," Daryl said and I tensed looking back up at him

Rick caught my discomfort. "No, you stay here. Keep an eye on your brother." If Rick could smile he would have but the corners of his mouth wouldn't turn up. "I'm glad you're back, really, but if he causes a problem, it's on you." Daryl nodded. "I'll take Michonne."

"Sure that's a good idea?" he asked keeping the sarcasm to a minimum.

Rick looked to Judith then back to Daryl. "I'll find out. And Carl. He's ready. You hold it down here."

"You got it," Daryl agreed relaxing back placing his head atop of mine. "

I reached down bringing his fingers into mine. "Don't leave yet."

"I wasn't gonna." He whispered letting me squeeze my hand around his. "I don't want to ever think about leaving you alone again."

"You say that but you leave me in here all the time." I looked down. "How is that any different?" He did not respond to my accusation of his forceful isolation of me. He was hell bent on keeping me indoors away from any sign of danger. I was not about to let him control me just as The Governor did.