Trixie was walking the field near the woods as she watched for the walker, she wasn't going to let someone get hurt on her watch, and when she overheard someone coming up behind her she turned and had the gun in her hand pointed straight to Dales face.

"Oh god you scared me." He chuckled as he glanced out to the woods behind her and then nodded to the gun.

"Thinking on your own or just wanting to get away as well?" Trixie smiled a bit as she walked to Dales side and shrugged.

"Maybe both. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"Do you really belive that everyone we meet is good?" Dale thought about it for a moment before shaking his head no and frowning to the ground.

"Ricks just doing what he thinks is good for the group, but he is doing it as if it's a democracy. We should be able to say how we feel, not be scared by mindless thoughts and silly 'if this' and 'if that' you know?"

"Yeah…but.."

"No, no but. You chose what you want to do and then you live with it. If you chose to be the bigger man, and let the person that's a seen threat go, and nothing happens then you are a hero. If you let him go and something bad does happen, your as evil as him. It's a choise and a repercution."

"Reaction for ever action?"

"Exactly. But we arent thinking like that right now, we are stuck on everything is bad and everything is out to get us."

"Well, not everything. I didn't shoot." Dale smiled as he nodded to her before they heard a steer mooing in the distance. Turing to each other they looked around the field before seeing a cow downed further off on the other side. Trixie noticed that it was on the side of the farm where her and Carl had come back through so the first thing in her head was the walker and as Dale went to walk that way Trixie cocked her gun and aimed for the cow.

"Whats going on over here?"

"Dale, stay back, it's a walker, has to be."

"The cow might be sick Trixie put tha thing down." Dale grabbed for the gun, trying to take it from Trixie but as she tried to snatch it back she almost fell.

"Dale, let go."

"Just clam down, youre as jumpy as them." Trixie glared Dale down as the sounds of the cow were getting closer and closer as they walked and then they heard the wet, squishy sound like someone mushing up wet clothes. trying again to get Dale to give her the gun back Trixie pulled but he didn't move as a walker looked up from the cow and glared right to them.

"Dale!"

"No, its only one. Gunshots will attract more." Sighing and giving up Trixie looked around for something else to kill it with but Dale handed her his knife. She smiled as the walker got up and she noticed it was the same one from the creek.

"Found you ya dirty bastard." Trixie walked up to the cow, staying well on one side of it, and plunged the knife into the walkers head, letting the knife fall with it as she turned and smiled to Dale.

"Good one."

"We can get the knife in the morning. Damn walkers."

"Wonder how he got in the yard." Trixie turned to the dead walker as she kicked it and shook her head.

"Carl was in the woods, I followed him and we came across this one stuck, where Hershel said they usually get stuck, but when Carl teased it he got one foot out and Carl grabbed my hand, making us run. I made him go back with me but the thing was gone. I was hoping he wouldn't come here togniht…but apperatnyl he did."

"The cattle must have attracted him." Trixie frowned as she went to get up and walk over to him but as Dale went to walk to her he suddenly tripped and fell. Trixie was going to rush to him to help but froze as she saw another walker reaching out for Dale.

"Dale!" Trixie moved as the walker gripped him, biting into his shoulder and making him scream out loud. Trixie tried to shove the walker off of Dale, looking for something to hit it with but her gun was under Dale now, and when the walker went to swipe at Trixie she screamed too as she backed up out of its reach. When he gripped Dales chest and started to pull it open she gasped as she put her hands back on it again, trying to shove it off. There was another noise she heard then of someone running to them but when she touched the walker he looked up again and reached out once more. This time, the walker gripped Trixies hair as she went to pull back and when he pulled her to him she screamed again as she tried to get away but it wasn't until a huge knife slammed down into its skull did its stop pulling. She gasped as she pulled her way away from the thing and when she looked up she saw Daryl glaring at them as he threw the walker off of Dale and then he blanched. Trixie glanced down to see how bad Dale was but when she noticed his chest was pulled open like someone gutting a deer she screamed.

"Help! Over here! Run! Hang in there buddy." Daryl dropped beside Dale as he put his hands over his chest and tried to hold his intestines inside. Trixie covered her mouth before she shook her head and placed her hands with Daryls and started crying.

"Dale you can't die on me! You can't do this damn it!" Dale looked to her as he started to choke on his own blood when they heard the others footsteps coming up.

"Who is it!"

"Oh my god! Oh god, oh god!" Trixie glanced up to see Rick and Andrea there first, followed by Shane, Lori and Glenn.

"Rick!" He looked at her and noticed the blood coming off of her head before he landed right next to Dales head and looked down to his chest, blanching like Daryl did before he turned to Lori and Shane.

"Get Hershel now! Okay, okay just listen to my voice. Listen to me alright. Just listen to me." Rick tried to get Dale to look at him as he talked to him but he kept looking to Trixie as his breathing got more and more blocked. She could hear him gurgling as he went to reach for her and she gripped his hand with one of hers.

"Dale hes going to help you, hes getting Hershel just hang on please! You cant die on me damn it!"

"Wheres Hershel!"

"Dale…Dale please stay with us!" Rick glanced to Dale once before looking over his shoulder and scanning for Hershel to be there. Once he got close and Trixie could hear him she smiled a bit to Dale.

"What happened?"

"Its going to be ok, Hershels here."

"What can we do! Can we move him?" Rick glanced to Hershel as Lori grabbed Andrea and held her close and Glenn looked on in shock. Daryl glanced back as well as he waited to be told what to do but Hershel wa shaking his head.

"He wont make the trip."

"Then do it out here! He cant die!"

"Glenn get back to the house. Get the stuff and…

"Rick! He wont make it. Im sorry." Rick shook his head as Trixie cried as gripped Dale's hand tighter.

"He cant die! He cant!" Rick stood as he went to Hershel and shook his head.

"Do something."

"I cant, its to bad."

"NO! Oh god someone please do something! Hes suffering!" Andrea cried against Lori as Daryl turned to look at Rick, expecting him to make the call but he was as shocked as everyone. Trixie shook her head as she cried badly and glared to Rick.

"Do it! Do something!" Daryl glanced back to Trixie as he frowned and slowly stood.

"No, Daryl no!" Lori turned Andrea away as Daryl pulled his gun out and pointed it right to Dales head. Trixie shook her head as she noticed what he was planning on doing. She tried to get to he feet, slipping on Dales blood in the process, but she managed to grab the gun in Daryls hand as she shook her head no.

"Hes got to make it! He can't die!" Daryl looked over to her, sad that she was having to see this, and when Shane walked around to grab Trixie Daryl closed his eyes tight as she tried to push Shane off.

"Come on, hes in pain."

"Save him then! Don't do this! He can't die! He cant die! Not over me he can't die!" Trixie went to hit Shane as he pulled her back as far as he could, she wouldn't let go of Dales hand, and as Daryl looked to Dale he looked up to Daryl and seemed to nod once before he aimed again.

"Im sorry brother." Daryl took his shot, letting the gun drop as Trixie and Andrea screamed at him, then glanced around to them as Lori tried to keep Andrea in check and Trixie shoved Shane away before she crawled to Dales side and put her head on his shoulder.

"He wasn't supposed to die! He was supposed to live, to be with us! Not like this! Not like this!" Trixie cried freely as Shane and Daryl looked on, wondering what either of them could do for her when Hershel touched Daryls shoulder and nodded for him to get her. As Daryl touched her she yelled at him and shoved him off, looking down to Dale and shaking her head no. Shane reached around her and gently closed Dales eyes as before she went to slap his hand away too but he just shared in her cold glare.

"Trixie, darling you need to move." Trixie glanced up to Hershel before she shook her head again and held tight to Dales limp hand.

"He wasn't doing anything bad! He was talking with me! He cant be dead! He was supposed to stay and help us! He cant be dead….not because of me." Trixie cried again, fresh sobs that shook her body as Daryl tried once more to pick her up and this time she let him with minimal struggle before Dales hand slipped from hers and she gripped Daryl tight. Hershel put his hand on his shoulder, intent on getting Trixie back to the house, as they overheard Rick talking about getting the truck down there.

"We need to move him, get him near the graves. We will bury him."

"I want to help." Trixie tried to turn as Hershel and Daryl both held her back.

"No ma'am. You need to go to the house now, I don't need you going into shock." Trixie looked at Hershel before glancing back to Dales body and allowing them to move her towards the house. She wouldnt move on her own, not easy anyways, and as Daryl gave up on moving her he picked her up bridal style and started to rush back to the house.

"What happened?" He glanced at Beth before brushing past her to get Trixie to the room Carl had been in before. As he laid her on the bed he tried to get her to look at him, but she seemed to be staring off into space.

"Trixie?"

"Trixie, look at us." Hershel came in behind him and turned Trixies face to them as she blinked slowly.

"Babe pelase…"

"Shes fine, a bit shook up of course. We can't let her go into shock though, she wont eat or move. It wont be good for her or the baby. Trixie can you talk to me, whats this blood on your head?" Hershel stared to examine her forehead before she slowly reached up and felt too, flinching as she felt a cut near her scalp.

"One of those walkers, he had her hair in his hand. She was pulling away from him."

"She might have scalped herself a bit. Let me look Trixie." She glanced over to Hershel as he tenderly touched her head and wiped it with a dishcloth Beth had brought in after they got there.

"Hes gone." Hershel looked down to Trixie and smiled a bit as he nodded to Daryl.

"Hes right here darling." When Trixie turned to see Daryl and how worried he was she closed her eyes before starting to cry again. Daryl took her hand and glanced to Hershel as he sighed and hung his head in sorrow for the girl.

"Hes dead. I killed him." Daryl looked down to Trixie as she cried more while Hershel finished putting a bandage on her forehead and turning her face to look at him.

"Hey now, don't you say that. You didn't do a thing, you almost got hurt worse yourself trying to help him."

"He had my gun under him, I couldnt get the thing off of him. He shoudlnt….he woudlnt….he died because of me!"

"No he didn't young lady. You had nothing to do with this bad luck."

"We let it in." Daryl and Hershel glanced to each other before glancing back down to Trixie and seeing she had closed her eyes and was gripping the sheets as she sobbed silently.

"What do you mean, we let it in?"

"Me and Carl! He went into the woods and I followed him. I should have killed it, should have told him to go home first…but I watched. It was stuck, no harm, and Carl was practicing his aim at it. We were talking…I should have killed it! It got loose, it came after us, he pulled me he made me run! I should have stayed, should have just killed it but he made me run and when we got back it was gone. He lead the other walker to the field! I killed Dale because I ran!" Daryl tried to fully understand what she was talking about as he pulled her to him and looked up to Hershel.

"If she only saw one, where did the other come from?"

"The steers. They can get pretty far on the land. If they are attracting them in, then we might have a few more that we don't know about. Its not your fault darling, im glad you ran, you didn't need to harm you, the baby, or Carl. Its not…"

"Don't patronize me Hershel! I know what I did." Trixie gripped Daryls jacket sleeves tighter as she bit her tongue and screamed into his chest. He didn't know what to do, he was stuck between going out there and finding any and all walkers, and trying to make her feel better. One of those ideas he only knew the best.

"Trixie I need you to try and sleep alright?"

"I don't want to." Hershel sighed as he shook his head and went to leave the room.

"Shes not injured too bad, a superficial scratch, and shes not throwing up so the baby's fine. You do what you want with her, but she needs to rest right now." Daryl nodded as Hershel walked out fo the room, leaving them alone as Trixie shook as she sobbed into his chest and all he could do was hold her.

"I want to go back out there. I have to help bury him."

"Babe I don't think…"

"NO! No Daryl…if it wasn't for me….if I wasn't out in the field….i should have just went back and tracked it….I have to go help."

"Trixie."

"Daryl don't, please….dont do this to me. You went back for Merle….let me go help with Dale." Trixie looked up to him as he sighed and nodded before helping her up and watching her go to the bathroom and wiping her face. She ran her hands over her eyes, clearing them, and the looked to the bandage on her forehead. Frowning at the white cloth covering her wound she thought hard about how she should have been the dead one and Dale hurt like this, she was the one who let the walker get away, and yet she still stood looking at herself while he laid in a field. Shaking her head Trixie grabbed a nearby hair brush and started to rake it through her hair before pulling it into a pony tail and finally glancing down to her hands. They were covered in so much blood, Dales blood…blood of the innocent. She gripped the edge of the sink as she tried to regain her composure before turning to Daryl and nodding. He was chewing on his thumb, he didn't want her going out there, but she was as hard headed as him and he knew shes go either with him or without him. At least if he was with her he would know if something happened as soon as it happened.

"You ready?" She nodded, gritting her teeth tightly as she walked to the door and took a deep breath. glancing over her shoulder she noticed how Daryl was right behind her, as if she was going to break anytime now, and when she opened the door she headed straight for the field where they were already getting the bodies of both Dale and the walkers and cow out of the field and onto the truck.