Rhiannon yawned and stretched her arms out as she woke slowly.

"Ow," Daryl groaned tiredly after promptly getting hit in the face by her hand.

"Sorry." She mumbled, her voice still laced with sleep and a hint of amusement.

She turned on her side so she was facing him, a small smile on her face as she opened her eyes slowly. Daryl still had his eyes closed, but he also had a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Did I hurt your pretty face?" She teased and had to hold back a laugh as he finally opened his eyes and scowled at her.

"Stop." He groaned, his eyes falling closed again.

Rhiannon grinned and nuzzled in closer to him, his arm moving around her waist to hold her in an instinctual move whenever she was close. She threw her leg over Daryl's and closed her eyes, ready to go back to sleep when she felt his hard length against her thigh.

Her brows furrowed and she raised her head from where it lay on his shoulder. "Seriously?"

"Can't help it." He mumbled.

Rhiannon rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh. She looked around the dirty cell they were in and cringed slightly, this place really put a damper on her arousal, she didn't know how Daryl could ignore it.

She could hear the distant chatter of the rest of the group and sighed, realizing that they had to get up and start the long day of clearing out the prison. She crawled over him to get up out of the small bed but was pulled back by Daryl's arms around her waist.

"What are you doing?" She laughed, surprised by his playful nature.

"Don't wanna get up yet. Wanna stay here with you...alone."

Rhiannon looked down at him quizzically. That wasn't like him at all, usually he was the one to pry herself off of him because he didn't want to miss a watch shift. He never wanted to be the last one up.

"You're acting weird, what's going on?" She asked bluntly, her brows still furrowed in confusion.

Daryl just rolled his eyes, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Can't I just relax? You're always buggin' me 'bout bein' too uptight."

"You wanna start now, today of all days?"

Daryl's eyes shifted away from hers which immediately had her suspicious. Rhiannon eyed him with scrutiny causing him to shift under her hard gaze guiltily.

Rhiannon's eyes widened with realization and she sat back on his thighs, crossing her arms over her chest. "You don't want me to go today. You're trying to persuade me with sex to stay behind." She accused, her voice laced with disbelief.

Daryl bit his lip and she scoffed slightly at his silence, he couldn't even come up with a good lie to defend himself with.

Rhiannon crawled off his lap and he watched as she forcefully pulled her boots on and changed her shirt. He felt shame at his immature plan, but he had to at least try to keep her from going. He should've known any idea he had to keep her on the sidelines would derail horribly.

He sighed and sat up, slipping his own boots on slowly. He could feel her burning gaze on his and looked up shyly and had to hold back a wince at the icy glare on her face.

"I'm sorry." He told her lamely, knowing his apologies wouldn't do much to crack the hard look on her face.

"You really think you could manipulate me into staying back?"

Daryl sighed and ran his hand over his tired face. "No, I knew it wouldn't work."

"Daryl, you have to stop with this chauvinistic bullshit."

"I ain't a chauvinist." He defended himself, his tone becoming more sharp.

Rhiannon sighed and relented, sitting next to him on the small bunk, realizing she could prevent this from becoming a full blown argument.

"You can't keep protecting me like this. I get that you wanna keep me safe, but making me stay behind is the exact opposite way you should do it. I don't wanna be one of those girls that hides behind her boyfriend."

"I don't want you to be either." Daryl said quietly and reached for her hand. "I like how strong you are, it's what made it impossible to ignore you back at the farm."

Rhiannon smiled, letting out a light laugh and moved closer to him. She placed a kiss to his cheek and ran her hand through his hair, making him sigh in relief.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again. "Just don't want you runnin' off like you did yesterday."

Rhiannon felt a wave of regret wash over her at his accusatory tone and she looked down at her boots. "I know I was being a bit of brat yesterday, but trust me, that's not gonna happen today. There's no way I'm going off on my own down there."

Daryl looked at her and nodded slowly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Rhiannon looked up at him and kissed him properly. She pulled away too soon for his liking, leaving him wanting more.

"I'm not leaving your side today, Dixon."

"I'll believe it when I see it." He smirked sarcastically making her roll her eyes and nudge him in the stomach with her elbow.

"Come on, don't want them speculating about what we've been doing." Rhiannon told him, standing up and grabbing his hands to hoist him up as he groaned in disgust at her words.

They both grabbed their weapons, but he stopped her before she could step out of their cell. Daryl placed his hands on her face and pulled her in, kissing her fiercely. Rhiannon felt herself melt into the kiss and her hands gripped onto his strong back.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers. Rhiannon bit her lip and looked up at him with a blush on her cheeks, reveling in their closeness which she was worried would be limited now that they didn't have much privacy.

"You're not making this easier." She said quietly, feeling close to taking him up on his offer from before.

Daryl smirked, finally feeling like he had the upper hand when it came to teasing. "Now you know how I feel all the damn time."

Rhiannon smiled and grabbed his hand as they walked out of their cell and down the stairs. She waved to Carol who was standing outside Lori's cell, her worried frown turning into a smile at the sight of the couple.

Daryl slowly untangled his fingers from hers, feeling slightly embarrassed that he'd been caught being affectionate like a regular boyfriend. He didn't mind acting that way with Rhiannon, he'd gotten used to it months ago, but showing it in front of the group was still a touchy subject.

"The others are in there, they're looking through the equipment they found." Carol told them. She leaned down into the bag at her feet and pulled out two granola bars and held it out to them. "Here, you two need breakfast before you go."

Rhiannon took the bar and unwrapped it eagerly while Daryl hesitated, reluctant to take their limited food supply when there was a kid and a pregnant woman to be fed. Carol and Rhiannon turned simultaneously to give him identical glares.

Daryl sighed and unwrapped the granola bar, taking a small bite. He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid their pestering and it was better to just give in.

"You comin'?" Daryl asked, noticing Rhiannon hadn't started walking when he had.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute, just gotta talk to Carol."

Daryl nodded and tried not to show his worry about leaving Rhiannon and Carol to talk. He didn't doubt that she'd be telling her what he tried to do just five minutes ago. Rhiannon noticed the look on his face and sent him a reassuring smile, letting him know he didn't have to worry.

She watched as Daryl walked away and slowly turned to Carol. She'd noticed the ashen expression on her face before they'd approached.

"Is she ok?" She asked quietly, craning her neck to look into the cell where Lori was.

"She's almost due, she's getting scared."

Rhiannon nodded, she couldn't even imagine what she was going through. Giving birth in this world was scary enough, but having to do it in prison, she didn't even want to think about what was happening in Lori's mind.

Rhiannon didn't say anything, she didn't know what she could say to make the mother feel any differently. Carol noticed her apprehension and smiled softly, finding it just so like Rhiannon that she felt lost because, for once, she couldn't help someone.

"Just do your thing, clear out the prison and make this place safe for them. That's all we can do now." Carol told her, squeezing her hand comfortingly. "I'm gonna get your dad, maybe he can calm her down."

Rhiannon nodded, letting out a deep breath. She spared one last look at Lori who was curled up on her bunk and walked with Carol to the common room.

"Hershel." The older woman called out to him and nodded her head towards the cell block.

"Everything all right?" Rick asked, the worry in his tone clearly evident.

"Yeah, nothing to worry about." Carol assured him, though it was obvious that did little to ease his mind.

Rhiannon shared a constraint smile with her father as he stepped out of the room to follow Carol, and she turned her attention back to Rick whose eyes stayed locked onto where they'd just left from.

"You can go check in on her, we'll wait for you." Rhiannon finally spoke up after a tense silence. She wanted to grab Rick by the shoulders and shake him until he understood. It was obvious he still cared about Lori, she didn't know why he wouldn't just swallow his pride and go talk to his wife when it was obvious they were both struggling.

Rick finally tore his eyes away and looked down at Rhiannon. He sighed and shook his head, his attention turning back to the weapons on the table.

"No, it's fine. 'Sides, we gotta wait for you dad."

Rhiannon paused and looked up in shock. "What?" She exclaimed, her voice laced with panic. "He's coming with us?"

Rick nodded slowly and shared an amused smile with Daryl who just rolled his eyes at her worry. She was finally in their shoes, but he knew it wouldn't change her mind about going.

"He told me to tell you he'll stay if you stay." Rick smiled, thoroughly amused at the perturbed look on her face.

"Sly bastard." She mumbled. "Guess he's not the only one in my life." She said looking up at Daryl with a sarcastic smile. His smirk immediately fell and he gave her a pleading look, silently telling her, for the second time that day, not to tell anyone about his stupid plan that morning.

"Here, put this on." T-Dog said, relieving Daryl from her teasing.

She turned and looked at the vest he was holding out to her. She let out a short laugh and turned back around. "You're joking, right?"

"Gotta be safe in there, Tiny."

Rhiannon turned her head around again and looked at T is disbelief. "You really think I'm going anywhere near that disgusting thing?"

"Would you rather be dirty or alive?" Rick spoke up, his fatherly tone making Rhiannon hold back an annoyed groan. She hated when he talked to her like that.

"Then you put it on."

Rick paused and looked at the vest before scrunching up his nose and shaking his head.

"Rhi, come on." Daryl said, the soft expression on his face making her consider giving in, but one more look at the vest had her stomach turning.

"Nope. Look, I promise I'll be good today, no breaking the rules, but I'm not touching that thing." She argued.

That seemed to shut the men up and they all shared sighs of defeat. Maggie and Glenn regrouped with them, sporting vests, and Daryl immediately turned to face her smugly.

"How come she doesn't get to wear one?" Maggie complained, seeing Rhiannon without the gear on.

"You're already wearing it, no take backs." T-Dog said quickly, wanting to drop the subject before it ended up that no one was wearing anything to protect them.

Rhiannon let out a devious laugh causing Maggie to scowl at her. "You look cute." She told her, making a smile crack on her younger sister's face.

Hershel came walking back and they knew it was time to get serious. Rhiannon loaded the handgun she starting keeping in the back of her jeans, and ignored the conversation Rick was having with Carl. She knew the kid wanted to come with them, but even she was terrified of what they'd find, there was no way she was letting Carl go.

"Let's go." Rick said.

Rhiannon quickly moved to give Beth a tight hug.

"Be careful." She whispered.

"I will." Rhiannon told her. She felt a hand on her arm and looked up at Carol who gave her a small smile, before she was leaving the cell block where Daryl immediately placed himself at her side.

The small group of them were silent as they left the area they were familiar with and moved to the dark, ominous hallway off to the side. Rhiannon's eyes locked onto the angel wings in front of her as Daryl unlocked the door.

Rhiannon ignored her racing heart and pushed her anxiety to the side, not wanting it to cloud her instincts as she moved with the group slowly. She made good on her promise and stayed just a step behind Daryl, who was at the front with Rick.

She flinched slightly at the shaking of the spray paint can Glenn was using to mark their way and rolled her eyes at herself for her paranoia.

They continued to walk in silence through the maze of hallways and Rhiannon was surprised they hadn't run into any walkers yet, well live ones anyway. She made sure to look straight forward and not at the bodies that were torn to shreds below her feet.

Maggie suddenly let out a yelp and gripped onto Rhiannon's arm. She instinctively held onto her sister tightly and pulled her back behind her. She looked down and cringed, letting out a noise of disgust as she saw a rat scurrying past their feet.

Daryl, hearing the loud yell, spun on his heel and held his bow up, thinking a walker had come after them. His tense body relaxed when he noticed the rodent running away and he looked up at the sisters lamely.

"It's a rat, how do you think we're gonna react?" Rhiannon snarked, still holding onto Maggie protectively who was hiding her embarrassed smile with her hand.

"Sorry." She whispered and pulled herself out of Rhiannon's arms, straightening herself up as they started walking again.

They all stopped in their tracks simultaneously as they heard the unmistakable moaning sounds of the dead. They moved forward slowly and as soon as Rick had peered around the corner and saw the crowd of walkers heading towards them, he pushed them back.

"Go back, move!" He yelled.

Before Rhiannon could even catch a glimpse of a walker, Daryl had his hand around her arm as he pulled her with him as they ran. She wasn't even sure they were going the right way back, they were just turning anywhere they could.

She heard a scream and looked over her shoulder. Her stomach dropped when she didn't see Maggie or Glenn behind them anymore, just a group of walkers.

"Maggie!" She yelled and moved to run back, but Daryl had caught her, wrapped an arm around her waist and had to drag her away, knowing she'd run straight through the walkers to get to her sister.

"Let go of me!" She protested, kicked her legs out wildly to get out of his tight grip.

"Stop." Daryl said sternly, his tight grip never ceasing. They found a storage closet to find refuge and Daryl practically carried her in. "She's gonna be fine, we're gonna get them." He told her as he sat her down on the ground, kneeling in front of her.

Rhiannon was trembling slightly and she reached out to grab his hand, looking for any kind of comfort she could find. Daryl hated seeing the fear in her eyes and he squeezed her hand in his.

"We have to go back." Hershel whispered frantically, his hand finding Rhiannon's free one.

Rick nodded and looked at Rhiannon with sympathy at the terrified look on her face. "Alright, T, take Rhiannon back-"

"Rick, I swear to god, don't start with that shit now. I'm not going anywhere without my sister." Rhiannon interrupted him harshly, the tone of her voice shocking him into silence.

The leader nodded slowly and sent her an apologetic look. He stood and they all followed. Rhiannon tore her hands out of the grips of her two favourite men who had been comforting her and held onto her sword tightly.

They walked quickly, checking down each hallway they passed. The anxiety and fear she had of the depths of the prison melted away as determination to find her sister rose. She was so concentrated on following Rick, she didn't even realize her father had broken off from the group.

"Do you know which way?" Rick asked her, turning around to face her. He frowned deeply when he noticed Hershel wasn't behind them, the look on his face startling Rhiannon before she could answer him.

Before she could ask him what was wrong, a cry of pain tore through the eerie silence of the prison. Rhiannon's blood ran cold and she took off sprinting. She skidded to a stop and almost fell over as the sight of her father with a gash in his leg paralyzed her.

"Dad!" She cried out, placing a hand over mouth to stifle a sob.

She immediately felt tears sting her eyes and the gunshot that rang out right beside her head didn't even faze her, she barely even flinched at the loud noise. She moved on shaky legs unsteadily and grabbed Maggie who looked about as ready to collapse as she felt. Maggie latched onto her, crying into her shoulder.

Rhiannon gripped onto her tightly, her eyes glued to the scene in front of her. She didn't want to look, she didn't want to see him in pain or see the fear in his eyes, but for some twisted reason, she couldn't tear her eyes away, she was completely frozen.

The sounds around her rang in her ears loudly, it made her feel like she was at a concert that was determined to make her ears bleed with the most horrible sounds she could ever imagine. Maggie cried loudly and her father yelled in pain, pleading for help, it all made her chest tightened to the point where she was certain she'd pass out from a lack of air.

Rick and Glenn hoisted Hershel up, placing his arms over their shoulders and they practically carried them down the hall. Rhiannon didn't even realize she'd followed them until they got to a set of double doors. She turned and saw Daryl behind them, his bow raised at the crowd of walkers that followed them.

She saw the handcuffs that kept them shut and pursed her lips in annoyance. She tore herself away from her sister and pulled her sword forward, swinging down roughly, cutting them in two and bursting through the doors.

They laid Hershel down on the dirty floor and Maggie immediately moved to cradle his head, holding him protectively. Rhiannon's steps faltered and she stared at the bite on his leg, her pulse thundering in her ears. She slowly moved to kneel on the floor next to him and swallowed thickly when she saw Rick taking off his belt to tie around his leg. She knew what that meant it made her feel sick to her stomach.

Hershel grabbed her hand, startling her. She looked over at him and her lip trembled at the look on his face. She'd never seen her father so scared before.

She hadn't even realized she was crying until a rough hand cradled her face. She flinched and turned her head, sighing in relief when she realized it was Daryl. He wiped the tears from her cheeks and grabbed her other hand, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it before moving to her other side to help hold her father down.

"Only one way to keep you alive." Rick said, his shaky hand reaching for his axe.

Rhiannon whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut as Rick brought the axe down to her father's leg over and over, each swing causing Hershel to cry out in pain like a wounded animal. She felt Daryl squeeze her hand almost painfully as she let out a sob and turned her head away from the scene.

She had her hands on Hershel's other leg, her fingers gently squeezing to give him any kind of comfort she could offer.

Rhiannon winced at the sound of the axe hitting the tiled floor and she spared a glance. She immediately regretted it and placed a hand over her mouth at the sight of the open wound and her father's detached foot.

Rick fell back on his haunches, his eyes holding a spacy, far away look. She looked down at the blood that seeped out of his leg and knew she couldn't let her grief or shock keep her from helping her father. She had to push through the urge to curl into a ball and sob to help him.

Rick was snapped out of his daze, his gaze finally moving from the severed foot that was his doing and looked up at Rhiannon who had taken her long sleeve shirt off, leaving her in just a tank top and pressed the fabric to her father's wound, trying to stop the blood.

Rick placed his hands over hers when he noticed them trembling violently and helped her put pressure on the stump. Rhiannon let out a shaky breath and sniffled, using her arm to wipe at her face. She suddenly felt Daryl tense beside her and he moved himself closer to her so that his arm was pressed against hers.

"Duck." He whispered, causing Rick to frown but obey nonetheless. Daryl sprung up and aimed his bow, making the rest of them finally realize they had company.

Rhiannon cursed under her breath and let out a frustrated sigh at the sight of the prisoners. This was exactly what she didn't want to run into. She looked down at her unconscious father and felt her resolve beginning to crumble. What a fucking day, she sneered in her mind.

"He's bleeding out, we gotta go back." Rick said, his voice shaky with a panic she'd never heard from him before. He guided Maggie to take his place to help her keep pressure on the wound and he stood to help Daryl as he approached the prisoners.

Rhiannon ignored the prisoners, though it made her already aching heart feel even worse to leave Daryl to deal with them, but the thought was fleeting as she stared down at the blood that began to stain her hands.

"Come on, we gotta go!" Rick ordered. Glenn quickly came back with a trolley and she helped hoist her father up to lay on it.

"T, open the door!"

Rhiannon grit her teeth as T-Dog opened the door, a few walkers immediately stumbling in. She picked up her sword from the ground and swung viciously, a wicked cry leaving her lips from exertion.

They began to wheel him out but Rhiannon stopped. "Daryl." She called out to him weakly. He turned his head, the glare he had on the prisoners immediately softening when he saw the state she was in.

He turned his head back, keeping his eyes on the prisoners and his bow trained on them as he slowly walked backwards out of the room. As soon as they were out of sight he turned and placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the tombs quickly.

It was a blur to Rhiannon how they got back, the only thing she knew was that Daryl had kept his arm around her the whole time, keeping her steady as they ran back. She only finally left his side when they got back to the cell block, she didn't even realize he'd stayed behind.

Rhiannon stayed back to give Carol and Lori space as they laid him out on the bunk and started working on his leg. She stayed frozen in her spot as Glenn and Carl ran around her, tossing in pillowcases and towels, anything they could find to help stop the bleeding.

She felt completely useless just standing there, but she couldn't find the strength inside of her to will herself to move. She watched with tears in her eyes, her breath coming out in pained gasps as her father stayed unresponsive and unmoving.

She jolted out of her daze when she felt a hand intertwine with hers. She turned her head and saw Maggie looking at her through her tears, her worried eyes piercing her. Rhiannon squeezed back and tore her gaze away, the look on Maggie's face was too much to bear.

Rick passed them and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

She looked up at him and Rick swallowed thickly at the overwhelming sadness he saw in her eyes. It was something he'd never seen from her before, even after what had happened with Shane and he'd thought he'd seen her at her worst. It didn't compare to how she looked now, he'd never seen her look so broken.

His sad eyes were empathetic and he didn't say a word to the sisters, knowing there was nothing he could say to make this better. He walked passed them out of the cell block and Rhiannon's eyes followed him.

She knew Daryl wasn't in here with her or else he'd be right by her side, she knew he was out in the common room with the prisoners, she could hear their voices.

A shiver went down her spine and she shook her head, her attention turning back to her father. She couldn't think about that now.

Beth finally broke down after trying hard to keep it together, but she couldn't handle seeing her father like that. Maggie rushed over to her and brought her into her arms, letting her cry it out. Rhiannon watched regretfully, feeling shame that she didn't move to her and just watched as her sisters cried.

She moved to run a shaking hand through her hair, but stopped, remembering the blood that covered them. She swallowed thickly and brought them down to her sides, not wanting to look at them for another second.

Carol turned her head to look at Rhiannon, noticing that the young woman hadn't said a word, hadn't even moved her spot just outside the doorway. It wasn't like Rhiannon to stand by when someone needed help, especially if the person in question was her father.

Carol could see how traumatized the poor girl was and it caused her stomach to twist in a way that was familiar to her. It reminded her of when Ed would hurt Sophia and she couldn't do anything to protect her little girl.

There was no question that Carol looked after Rhiannon and felt a bond with her that she didn't have with the others, besides Daryl, but looking at her in the moment and seeing her so upset, it made Carol feel like she was a mother again and that she needed to help her child.

"Rhi," Carol called out softly, making the young woman blink and snap herself out of her thoughts. "Come here."

Rhiannon hesitated, but moved forward slowly. On shaking legs, she lowered herself to sit on the floor next to Carol who immediately placed her arm around her shoulders, pulling her in to lay against her.

"You're not gonna lose him. I'm not gonna let that happen." Carol whispered.

Rhiannon had to hold her breath to keep from letting out the sob that threatened to escape. She didn't want to cry, she didn't want to break down because to her, that meant giving up, it meant accepting the harsh reality that the chances of him recovering from this were slim.

She didn't want to cry, because it made it real.

The men stepped back inside after showing the prisoners the courtyard, proving just how much the world had changed. They were going to head back to the cafeteria where they'd cut off Hershel's foot to take half of the food supply that was left.

Daryl didn't like that they were helping the prisoners, he didn't see a happy ending where they could all live together. It was unrealistic to think they could. He tapped his foot impatiently as they loaded up their weapons, his head turning to look into the cell block every couple of seconds.

It didn't feel right to go off and leave Rhiannon to deal with this crisis alone. He knew she wasn't really alone, but he wasn't there for her when she needed him and it made his stomach turn. It wasn't right.

"Hey man, can you give me a minute?" He asked Rick quietly.

Rick saw the desperation on his face and nodded, knowing the hunter would fly off the handle if he didn't let him go see Rhiannon. He could tell the man was on edge and being apart from his girl on the worst day of her life wasn't something Daryl would take lightly.

"Make it quick."

Daryl suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Rick and made his way into the cell block. He could understand that Rick was antsy to get the situation with the prisoners under control, but this clearly took precedence. Daryl didn't give a shit what happened to those guys.

He slowled his stride as he approached the cell the rest of the group was crowded into. He stepped inside slowly and averted his eyes from the bloody stump on display. He saw Rhiannon leaning against Carol who held her protectively, which didn't reassure him the way he thought it would.

He thought if he saw her with the people she loved, getting taken care of, it would make him feel better about leaving, but it didn't. Nothing would.

He cleared his throat, getting her attention, and the sight of her watery, grief stricken eyes almost knocked him off his feet. He felt his chest tightened and leaned down, holding his hand out to help her up from the ground.

Rhiannon immediately took his hand and followed him out of the cell.

"You doin' ok?" He asked softly once they were out of earshot from the others.

Rhiannon just shrugged in response, her eyes not meeting his. Daryl chewed on his lip, his fingers tapping against his thigh anxiously. He didn't know what to do to help her, he didn't know what to say to her. They'd never had to deal with something like this before. He felt absolutely useless.

"Look, Rick's got a plan and I gotta go deal with those guys." He told her, hating the words that were coming out of his mouth. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world.

Rhiannon nodded slowly, feeling herself close up even more at his words. Daryl noticed her quiet demeanor, which was so unusual for her, and frowned deeply.

"I can stay if you need me to." He offered, silently hoping she would ask him so he wouldn't feel like such a jerk.

"No, it's fine. Do what you need to do." She said, her voice raspy with emotion she tried to suppress.

Daryl didn't believe that it was fine, but he didn't want to push her right now. She was hanging on by a thread and he didn't want to be the thing that broke her. It felt wrong so he settled on pulling her into him and holding onto her tightly to trick him into thinking he was doing his part as the good boyfriend for her.

Rhiannon swallowed thickly, feeling tears sting her eyes as Daryl hugged her. She slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head.

He pulled away regretfully, suddenly remembering that the others were waiting for him. He pressed a long kiss to her forehead making Rhiannon squeeze her eyes shut as she willed herself not to cry from the affection he was showing her.

"I'll be back soon." He mumbled, his lips still just a breath away from her forehead.

Rhiannon nodded and watched as he walked away slowly, like he didn't want to leave. He kept looking back at her as he left and he had to keep psyching himself up so he didn't turn around and tell the prisoners to go fuck themselves and deal with it themselves. He knew he couldn't do that so he turned forward and kept himself from looking back at Rhiannon, knowing he'd crumble if he saw her sad eyes again.

It warmed her heart that Daryl had offered to sit on the sidelines to be with her, but that wasn't who he was. He was Rick's right hand man and he couldn't just ignore him when he needed help.

She slowly made her way back to the cell and leaned against the doorway. She shared a look with her sisters who looked just as wrecked as she was sure she looked too. She sent them a weak smile that was more pitiful than anything else, and turned to look back down at her father.

She sighed deeply and for the first time since she was a child, she began to pray.

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