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Turning over I smiled at Daryl.
"Hi."
"Hi."
He smiled at me while pulling me closer.
"You should get some sleep."
I laughed lightly, trying to stay quiet as the rest of the world slept.
"So should you."
His smile fell to a smirk before running his hand over my hip, tracing the scar that was there from the governor, causing me to shiver.
"We can't."
He continued to smirk and kissed me.
"Why not?"
I simply pointed to the cell next to ours, where Carl was asleep.
"We'll be quiet."
I shook my head and kissed him lightly.
"Sleep. You had a rougher day than I did."
He grunted and nodded before closing his eyes and falling asleep.


Waking up the next morning I sighed when I felt the warm body next to me moving away.
"Come on Cobra, get up."
"No."
I yelped in surprised when I felt him lay on top of me.
"Get off. I'm up."
He smirked and sat up, pulling me with him.
"You are so playful in the morning, it's weird."
He laughed and kissed me before standing up, about to say something when we heard screaming. Looking at each other we grabbed our crossbows and ran outside, headed towards cell block D. My bare feet stinging with the contact of the gravel and the metal flooring as we ran to the block. Seeing the walkers I took aim and started taking walkers out as they attacked the living. As quickly as it started it was over, running over Daryl checked on me while I stepped over the random bodies.
"You ok?"
"I'm good, you?"
"I'm good."
We sighed and started walking the upstairs cells making sure all the walkers were killed. It didn't take long for one to attack Glen only for Daryl to shoot it in the head.
"It's Patrick."
I sighed and turned away, walking away from the bodies and shouldering my crossbow. Feeling a hand on my shoulder I looked up at Daryl as he gave me a look.
"You alright?"
I nodded and walked downstairs, mindful of my bare feet while stepping out of the block, leaning against the wall as Patrick's death bothered me more than it should. Wiping at my eyes before composing myself and walking back inside to help to take care of the bodies. Stopping when Daryl grabbed me and dragged me back outside.
"Talk to me."
I sighed and shook my head.
"It's nothing, I just, I let my control slip for a moment ok?"
He nodded and hugged me, muttering that a council meeting was being called and we needed to be there, and that I needed shoes on. Nodding I let him lead the way back to our cell, leaning against him as we walked across the gravel, needing some comfort for a moment before I forced my emotional walls back up and pulled on my shoes.
"Let's go."
I ignored the concerned look Daryl shot me before walking into the library for the meeting, taking a seat between Carol and Daryl, leaning back in my chair.
"Patrick was fine yesterday, and he died overnight. Two people died that quick? We'll have to separate everyone that's been exposed."
I glanced at Carol, a little surprised that someone could turn from getting sick.
"That's everyone in that cellblock. That's all of us. Maybe more."
I nodded, lightly grabbing Daryl's hand while Hershel spoke up.
"We know that this sickness can be lethal. We don't know how easily it spreads. Is anyone else showing symptoms that we know of?"
I decided to speak up.
"We can't just wait and see. There's children. It isn't just the illness. If people die, they become a threat."
Hershel nodded.
"We need a place for them to go. They can't stay in D. We can't risk going in there to clean it up."
Carol sighed and spoke up again.
"We can use cellblock A."
"Death row? I'm not sure that's much of an upgrade."
Daryl sighed, speaking up.
"It's clean. That's an upgrade. Think that'll work for Dr. S?"
"I'll help Caleb get it set up."
Hearing someone coughing we stood up, walking into the hallway we saw Tyreese and his girl walking by, she was covering her mouth as she coughed. I turned and looked at Daryl, watching as we explained that we needed to pretty much quarantine her. Daryl and I were told to start burying the dead, and to wear gloves and masks. Walking out of the building we sighed.
"We just can't catch a break here can we?"
He shook his head while handing me a shovel and a mask to make Hershel happy.
"You know, we're gonna have to go on a run to get medical supplies, right?"
He sighed.
"Yeah, I know."
We sighed before starting on making the graves, our crossbows within arms length at all times. As we were about halfway through digging the graves I heard Daryl sigh and stop digging while I kept digging.
"Cobra, stop, tell me what's wrong?"
I sighed and tossed my shovel on the ground.
"I'm scared. Ok? When everything happened we knew how to fight back, at the CDC, learning that this virus or whatever is already part of the chemicals in the body, we knew how to stay alive. But this? The fucking flue killed ten people last night Dar. We can't fight that."
He sighed and was about to say something when Maggie ran over yelling at us and pointing at the fence that had to many walkers pilling against it and causing it to start to give.
"Oh, shit."
Dropping the shovels we ran to the fence and started taking walkers out, as I took out ten walkers I had an idea.
"Rick!"
He looked at me and I motioned to the truck.
"Go!"
I nodded and took off running, digging in my pocket for the keys before climbing in and roaring the Dodge to life and flying out the gate. Just as the fence was starting to give I rammed the truck into the walkers, keeping the gas floored as the walkers turned and tried to chase after me. Feeling the truck jerk to a stop I cursed and threw it in reverse, trying to get out of the whole I somehow got stuck in. Hearing the tires slipping over the gurgles of the walkers I cursed and started to panic as they climbed on top of the truck. Slipping into the floorboard I waited for a few minutes, silently praying for help when the walkers were distracted by something and wondered off. Sitting back up I cautiously got out and pushed against the tailgate, somehow managing to rock the truck out of the hole, running back to the drivers side I took off and drove next to Daryl as Rick sacrificed the piglets to the walkers. I smiled at the look Daryl gave me. When we finally pulled back into the compound he was quick to become annoyed with me.
"What were you thinking! You could have been bit!"
"But I wasn't, and it saved the fence from being knocked over!"
Rick cautiously moved between us, knowing it wouldn't be pretty if we ever finally had it out with each other.
"Calm down you two. Cobra, that was both brave and stupid what you just did. Daryl, let her have her moment."
We sneered at each other, we might be a couple and all, but when we fight it gets ugly, then we make up and move on. Sighing in frustration I walked off, knowing Daryl was following close behind me. Finding a spot that was clear I took a seat and placed my head between my knees, Matt's death finally hitting me as I started crying. Feeling an arm wrap around my shoulders I clung to Daryl, muttering how sorry I was to him.
"It's ok, I'm sorry too alright? I shouldn't have yelled at you."
I sighed and slowly relaxed, looking up I realized he was nervous over something.
"What is it?"
He sighed and smiled at me.
"Well, I was going to wait, but I figured what the hell."
He moved so he was sitting behind me and held out a small black box in front of me. Without saying a word he opened it and waited for me to react to the absolutely breathtaking engagement ring with a two crt diamond in the center surrounded by smaller diamonds varying in size. Lightly taking it I spun around and kissed him.
"Yes."
He grinned and slipped it on my left ring finger, about to say something when we heard another scream, ruining our moment.

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