The next morning Josephine woke up before Daryl, who was laying on his back, his mouth open slightly and she could hear him slowly breathing in and out. She smiled down at him, feeling warm fuzzes traveling up her stomach. She got up as quietly as she could and she went downstairs to find Carol and Lori opening a few cans of beans for their breakfast.

"Once this place is cleaned, I was thinking I could maybe start a crop field outside," She said, smiling at the two woman.

"I think thats a great Idea," Carol said quietly. Lori looked upset, and didn't look up to Josephine at all.

"Where are the others?" came a voice from behind them. Daryl stood, putting on his leather vest over a brown sleeveless shirt that she remembered as one of her favorites.

"They're getting ready to head to the other cells, cleaning it out and maybe finding a cafeteria," Carol replied, smiling at her friends. Carol seemed to like the prison, it gave her a since of peace and felt a lot like the farm had felt- it felt like a home.

"Alright, Jo you comin' with or stayin' here?" Daryl asked, now looking to her. She wondered if he would be completely normal after last night. She wondered if he would pull away or maybe he would even get closer to her. She had too much to think about right now, so she would save their talk for another time. Josephine nodded and grabbed her axe that Daryl had held out for her. She waved goodbye to the ladies, giving Lori a concerned look but she just nodded, waving her off as if to tell her everything was fine.

The next hour or so was spend walking along the dark corridors of the prison, cleaning it out and killing as many walkers as possible.

In the process, Hershel had gotten bit right on the leg, sending everyone in a panic. They rushed him to the closest room with no walkers. Slamming the door Josephine found a medal bar and placed it in the slots of the two swaying doors so that walkers couldn't break through. Josephine watched in horror as her brother hacked off the older man's leg from the knee down. Blood spattered everywhere, and Maggie screamed and sobbed as her father drifted off into unconsciousness. Josephine backed away until she was up against what looked like a cafeteria serving area.

She stood gripping her axe until her knuckles were white. Everything was moving so fast and Rick was demanding the find a way to get Hershel back so that he could be saved. Josephine suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice behind her.

"Holy shit," the man's voice rang out. Daryl was the first to raise his weapon, afraid Josephine might be in trouble. Josephine was running over towards Daryl, axe raised as if she was ready for war with whatever was behind those bars. She was shocked to see 5 men all staring at the group with wide eyes. Intruders.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked, pointing his crossbow at a Mexican looking man.

"Come out now, slow and steady," Josephine called out. Rick and the rest of the group were behind her and Daryl, helping Hershel. She could here Rick demanding that Maggie hold a rag to apply pressure to the wound.

"What happened to him?" asked one of them men as they all piled out from behind the wall.

"He got bit," Daryl hissed out, not removing his crossbow from the man's direction.

"Bit?" The brown haired man asked, as he shot a look to Josephine.

"Well, aint you a pretty little thing," He said looking her up and down.

Daryl suddenly was in front of her, defensive. T Dog then showed up and stood beside Daryl, ready for action and the brunette Mexican looking man pulled a gun from the belt of his jumpsuit.

"Whoa, whoa whoa easy now, nobody needs to get hurt." stated Daryl looking from T dog to the man with the gun.

The man looked slightly confused as he kept flicking the gun from T dogs direction to Daryl's and his friends stood behind him, utterly defenseless.

Suddenly Glenn ran past the group into the cafeteria and they heard him fumble around and he returned with a metal rolling table.

Josephine helped pull Hershel onto the table and she looked to Maggie who was staring at her with teary eyes.

"He'll be okay," Josephine whispered and ushered the group to get going, the bar on the door slipped a little as the walkers banged against it from the other side.

"You don't look like no rescue team," came a voice. A small blonde man spoke out, shooting looks around and ending at Hershel who was now laying passed out on the table.

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, Don't." Rick's voice called out. Josephine walked towards the door and let the bar fall out and walkers immediately started walking towards her. Glenn and Rick helped her clean out the small group of corpses before Maggie pushed her father's make shift gurney out the door, followed by Rick and Glenn and Josephine stayed behind a bit to usher Daryl to leave them and come with her. She yelled his name, getting him to follow her. He didn't lose eye contact or stop pointing his crossbow at the prisoners. She watched him walk backwards towards her.

"Lets go," He said, shooting a look behind him at her and they walked out the doors leaving the strangers alone right where they came from.

They rushed Hershel into their cell block. Beth cried out when she saw her father lying motionless in front of her. Josephine called out to Carol, the best person for this job. Hershel had been showing her some medical things since the farm, and she was a very calm and caring person to help out with this situation. They got him onto one of the cell beds and Josephine turned to Rick.

"You go meet back up with Daryl for the prison situation, I will be there shortly," He said softly, staring at his sisters big green eyes. She looked angry, as if she was upset that they might be losing Hershel, one of the best men she had ever known. She nodded to her brother before he handed her one of his small hand guns.

"Be careful, Ill be right behind ya," He ushered her out of the cell block and she shot her nephew a look, as if to make sure he knew everything would be okay.

Josephine walked towards the the sound of the Mexican man's voice, stating that his group was not leaving.

Josephine turned the corner quickly and pulled out the gun, pointing it at the unknown men in front of her.

"You aint coming in neither," She stated, firmly standing her ground. She was a small woman, but she had become strong and fierce and she wanted these men to know there was no messing with her and Daryl when they worked together.

The Mexican man quickly pulled his gun and holding it to Josephine while he looked to Daryl as if to show him he would shoot her if he didn't start speaking soon.

"This is my house, my rules and I go where I damn well please," The man with the guns yelled, shooting glances between her and Daryl. Daryl quickly made eye contact with Josephine and then back to the men standing in front of them.

"I dont see your name on it, now point that gun somewhere else Pancho Villa," Daryl shouted back leaning over the table a bit so that his crossbow was closer to the prisoners.

"Why," the man shouted at him, staring at Josephine. "This your slam piece?" He asked in a rude and insulting tone.

Josephine cocked her gun and took a step closer to the ugly sweaty man.

"I aint nobody's slam piece but I will slam your head against this concrete floor if you don't drop that gun you ignorant asshole," The man stared blankly at her face and swallowed hard. She could tell he was scared because two people were now threatening his life and all he had was one gun.

The man wouldn't let his gun down and he took a small step towards Josephine.

"Take another step and I'll put an arrow in your ass," Daryl said in an aggressive tone, making Josephine's body turn warm.

Daryl grunted and placed his finger on the trigger as if to really threaten the man.

"Tell your girlfriend here to lower her gun, ill lower mine," The man shouted back at Daryl.

Josephine rolled her eyes and shook her head towards the man who obviously had no idea what kind of man Daryl Dixon was. He would shot him in the ass in point 5 seconds if he was to threaten or even look at Josephine the wrong way.

"Why don't you just leave this place now, there aint nuthin' for you here!" Daryl's voice was deep and demanding.

Rick suddenly appeared, his hand on the gun in his holster. He looked between Josephine and the man holding the gun to her.

"Everyone relax, there is no need for this," He raised up his free hand as if to show the men he wasn't going to harm them at the moment and that everyone should calm down.

"How many of you are in there?" Said the man, not letting his eye wander off Josephine and she felt goosebumps up her spine.

"Too many for you to handle," She hissed back at him.

The man now shot a look between Daryl and Rick, asking them if they robbed a bank or something and Josephine couldn't help but smile at his stupidity.

"Why don't you take that man to the hospital?" He asked.

Rick narrowed his eyes at the group of prisoners.

"How long you been locked up in that cafeteria?" Rick asked quietly.

"Going on like 10 months," Mexican man shot back.

"Riot broke out, never seen nothing like it," came another prisoners voice. A big tall black man who was at least 6'6 or 6'7.

"One guard looked out for us, and locked us in the cafeteria and give me this piece," The gun man wiggled the weapon a bit. Rick shot Josephine a look and she gripped the gun tighter in her hand.

They talked for a while, letting the group of men know what out there was nothing like how it was when they first got to the prison. The world was overrun. No hospitals, no phones, no police or government… Just people trying to survive.

The men didn't believe them at first, but when Rick spoke out and told them to see for themselves they all lowered their weapons and headed outside the cell block towards the outdoors.

The group of prisoners all stood in shock at what surrounded them. The man with the gun, who we found out was Tomas, said that he wanted the group to move out of the cell block. Rick argued for a hot second about it before Josephine thought of a good solution. If they gave us half the food, they would help them clear their own cell block to live in. The men thought it was fair enough and they would make sure they all had the proper protection in exchange for half the food in the pantry.

Josephine grabbed T Dog, asking to help with the supplies and him, Daryl and Josephine helped carry the food back towards the others.

"Wow, where did all this food come from?" Carl's eyes were wide as his aunt carried 4 bags of rice and cans of vegetables over to their cell block.

"The food fairy," Josephine Joked as she placed the food on the ground and ruffled her Nephews brown shaggy hair. He was growing up fast, and she was glad that they had a strong bond now, because in the old world she didn't usually see him as much as she wanted to. He was usually attached to Lori's every move or quietly playing in another room when Josephine and Dean ever stopped over the older Grimes's home.

"We will eat like kings tonight!" Daryl said towards the young boy. Carl's face lit up at the thought of a good meal.

"And Queens," Josephine stated, shooting a smile towards Daryl who also had a shy smirk on his lips.

Rick came into the block to check on Hershel and then grabbed the crew to go help clear the cell blocks for the prisoners.

"Always aim for the head," Josephine directed the prisoners who were all looking at her with confused faces. Rick had brought over a bunch of different weapons for the prisoners to use but they kept asking why the couldn't jus shoot them.

"Walkers are attracted to noise, the guns will just draw more towards you," Rick stated and handed Tomas and the little guy, Axel, two machete's, and Big Tiny and the other man, Andrew, grabbed baseball bats.

"You gotta be quick and you gotta be good, you got that?" Josephine said as she reached behind her back and lifted out Axe Betty, her trusty side kick.

"Got it hot stuff," Tomas said, eyeing her up and down again.

Josephine felt Daryl tense as he watched the creepy man drooling over her. She laughed a bit and walked past Tomas, following Rick into the Cell block.

"Alright, show us what you got," Rick said, pointing towards two oncoming walkers. The prisoners put up a fight, but it was the least effective way Josephine, Daryl and Rick had ever seen anyone fight. They were holding the walkers arms and punching them in the stomach. Axel kept stabbing one in the chest over and over with no luck of killing it. Josephine sighed and walked up to Axel and slammed her axe into the base of the walkers skull.

"I said the head, you idiot," She yelled as she watched Daryl shoot the other walker in the head. Rick looked over at his sister than back at the rest of the prison group where were covered in blood and guts.

Another group of walkers now started to make their way towards them and Daryl made the first move and hit the limping corpse in the front with an arrow, sending the others into battle mode. Josephine killed around 5 or 6 walkers before looking around and noticing the corridors was generally cleared from what she could see. They had all killed quite a few geeks in order to do so but everyone looked exhausted and drained from a good fight.

"Hey, you were scratched!" Daryl exclaimed from a few feet in front of Rick and Josephine. He pointed to Big Tiny, who in fact had a large gash in his left shoulder.

"Yo I'm fine, I aint turnin' into one of those things," Big Tiny explained, looking to his friends for support.

"We aint risking you turnin' into a walker," Daryl yelled holding his crossbow to the man. Josephine rushed beside him and put her hand on his shoulder as if to tell him it was alright.

"Can't we, cant we like cut my arm off, you saved that old guy back there cant you save me?" Big Tiny exclaimed.

"The wound's on your back, there's not much we can do," Rick said quietly. Before anyone could even get a word in, Tomas walked up to his prison made and shot him in the head. Josephine's jaw dropped and she shot a look between Rick and Daryl who were both looking at each other.

"Cant risk it," Tomas whispered to the others before moving ahead down the prison corridors.

The others followed, leaving Rick, Daryl and Josephine a few yards away.

"If anything gets too out of hand, don't be afraid to take him down," Whispered Rick, nodding his head towards Tomas. Josephine gripped both hands on her axe and nodded, uneasy about what the man had just surprised them with.

Once they had arrived at the cell block that the boys would stay in, Rick motioned for Tomas to open one of the doors, cautious of oncoming walkers.

Tomas shot a look to Josephine and then to Rick and smiled. He suddenly opened up both doors, and walkers poured into the room.

"ASSHOLE," Shouted Daryl as he shot off arrows towards the walkers.

Josephine swung her axe hitting a walker in the head before watching Tomas take a swing at her brother. She rushed over to him, but he shoved a moving walker on top of her. She lost her balance as the weight of the flailing walker dropped on top of her. She felt anxiety rush over her as she felt the walker's blood dripping onto her face and trying to reach for her hair and face with its greedy dead cold hands. She tried to reach for her axe that she had dropped during the fall but her hands were not long enough. Before she could make another move, an arrow flew through the walkers skull, pushing it clean off of Josephine, who sat up in shock.
She saw Daryl's sweaty dirty hand shoot out for assistance and she grabbed it, lifting herself up and her body was inches from his and she made eye contact with him and nodded as if to thank him for saving her yet again.

She rushed over and grabbed her axe, traveling towards another walker. She sliced off its head and it rolled on the floor beside her feet, and thats when she was able to clearly see Rick going after Tomas, cutting his head off as well with the Machete he had stollen from him.

Josephine suddenly sees Andrew running towards Rick with a baseball bat. She runs up, taking her axe and wrapping the long wooden hold so it was around his neck. They both fell to the ground and Josephine choked him until he was passed out.

"Jo, Daryl, Get these two assholes into their cell blocks. Im going to take care of this one," Rick stated as he picked up a now slightly conscious Andrew from the ground. Josephine glared at Oscar and Axel, who stood in shock at what had just gone down in the cell block. Axel dropped his weapon at this point and was shaking his head, terrified.

"What you doing just standing there, Ill beat your ass too if you try anything. Do you hear me?" Josephine said holding her axe in one hand and a pointed finger with the other. She walked towards the tiny blonde man with a horrible mustache and gave him a death glare. Daryl walked up next to her with his crossbow ready.

"You guys messed with the wrong people," He stated, finger ready to shoot the both of them.

"Look, we aint like Tomas and Andrew!" Axel shouted, raising his hands in protest.

Josephine giggled lightly and stepped towards him, her eyes narrow and angry. She pointed a finger into his chest and let out a grunt

"Why the hell should we believe you, ya lying sack of shit," She hissed.

Daryl liked how strong she was, and she even had shaken fear into the two men's eyes, which Daryl liked.

"We just aint, right Oscar?" Axel said fearfully as he shot his friend a worried look.

"Yeah Oscar, tell me right now why Daryl he should shoot an arrow straight into your thick numb skull," Said Josephine, she swung up her axe so it was now in both of her hands. She could see how terrified she had made the little one, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. She probably looked pretty crazy with walker blood on her face, swinging an axe around in front of the pair.

"I aint going to beg you not to kill us. You do whatever you have to," Oscar replied, refusing to look to Daryl or Josephine.

"Oscar come on man!" Axel pleaded, knowing if they didn't try to beg for then to not kill him, he was going to die.

"If I ever see your asses near our people again, I will kill you in the most painful, satanic, unnatural way. I will make you pray that you were never born. Do you hear me?" Josephine said softly to both men. She ran her hand through her hair and turned around to Daryl, who was now staring at her with a look of pride.

"Oh and if I were you i'd take the bodies outside and burn them," She replied before leaving them in the cell block, alone and scared.

"Wow," Daryl called out to her as she walked ahead of them through the corridor to their own cell block.

Josephine shot a smile back at Daryl, happy with the way she had handled herself. She was very much aware that this world had made her cold, but in some way she liked it. She knew she could survive, and that thought gave her comfort.

"Do you want to talk about what happened in there or what happened last night?" Josephine called out to the man walking closely behind her.

She twisted around, holding up one hand as if to stop him from walking. He sighed and shifted his crossbow to his other shoulder.

"What about last night?" Daryl spoke softly.

"I mean are we pretending it didn't happen now?" Josephine asked, scrunching her face in confusion.

"No. Im, I'm glad it happened but we don't need ta go around talking about it. Its not like its gonna change anything really," Daryl replied looking towards the ground at his feet. Josephine pressed her lips together, thinking about the words he was telling her.

"What do you mean change anything REALLY?" She asked.

He shot her an annoying look and let out a moan.

"I aint about to sit around a bunch of dead people talkin' about no feelings right now Jo. I care about you, isn't that enough? I thought I showed you how much last night so now we don't have to go talkin' bout it no more," He tried to walk past her but she stopped him.

"Im just confused about whats next is all," She said shooting a look up into his scowling blue eyes.

"You and me both." Daryl's voice was low and sexy and Josephine got the urge to just kiss him in that moment.

"I care so much about you Daryl, I don't want that to change because we took things to far," She saw him close his eyes and take a deep breath, probably trying to find the right words to say to her.

"Aint gotta happen again, alright?" Daryl shot out.

"Thats not what-," He suddenly put a finger to her lips as if to quiet her.

"Look here, whatever happened…happened… I don't regret it, but Im getting the vibe maybe you do. I care more about you than anything on this earth and I ain't going to let anything come between us," He leaned in closer to her. "You just worry about surviving, the rest will fall into place."

He suddenly walked away, leaving her with everything he had just said. She stood there for a few moments, wondering what had just happened. She figured talking would clarify something but it only made her more confused. He thought she regretted last night? He cared about her more than anything? She suddenly felt anxiety creep up her body and she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in. Maybe it was best to just play things out and not talk about things so much. She needed to understand Daryl was not really the talking type, and his actions had really shown her enough for now. She walked towards their cell block to see Maggie crying in Glenn's lap and realized Daryl was right, she needed to focus on survive right now and that's exactly what she was going to do.