On our way to the cell, I trip over the door frame. "You okay?" Daryl asks me laughing at my clumsiness. "Yes. I'm fine, Daryl." I smile laughing at myself. "Get over here." he demands pulling me toward him roughly.

I chuckle as Daryl pulls me closer to the bed. I pull off his shirt, then pull mine over my head. He pulls both the mattresses to the ground as I shimmy out of my shorts. When I focus again, he already has his pants off. He must really want it.

I stare at Daryl's massive boner as he drags me down to the mattress and kisses me harshly. In the middle of our passion, he snaps my bra off tossing it to the side before hooking his fingers in my panties to pull them all the way down my legs.

"You really want it, don't you?" I chuckle as Daryl kisses my neck and burries his face in my chest. I moan as he sticks his fingers in me and moves them in a circular motion. I grab his manhood to stroke him as he pleases me.

I thought this was about Daryl, though. He's the one that wanted to mess around. "Daryl, just screw me already. I know you want to, so just do it. Besides I want it too." I say grasping his hair in my hands as he sucks on my nipple.

Daryl grins at me as he plunges himself into me as deep as he can go. "Fuck. You're tight." he groans into my ear as I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming out in pleasure.

It's been far too long since we've last had sex. This is as good a time as any. Daryl kisses me fiercly while thrusting deep into me. I can feel myself tensing up the closer I get.

Whithin a matter of minutes, my walls colapse around Daryl's throbbing member. The moment I clench is the moment he releases his hot seed into me. We both colapse on top of each other after hitting our climax. It was as amazing as the last time I remember.

We both pant as we lay there catching our breaths. Then Daryl kisses my lips once again and tells me he loves me. I love this man so much. I didn't tell him that I want a family of our own, but I hope this will do the trick.

I wonder what Daryl would say if he knew my plan. It's not like we've been using protection lately, so there is a chance. He has to know that it is a possibility given Lori's condition. I can only hope that this works out for us.

We lay there on the old mattresses for another ten minutes while cuddling. As I stand up to put my clothes back on, Daryl smacks my butt. I grin at him as he smirks at me before walking over to our sleeping area. I fall asleep dreaming of a family with the man I love.

The next day we stick to the plan to find the infirmary and cafeteria. Carol hollers for Hershel to come back with her to Lori's cell. "Is Lori all right?" I ask stepping forward. "Yeah. It's nothing. Just got a question for him." she answers shrugging me off.

I walk up to Hershel when he comes back from checking on Lori. "Hershel, is she okay? The baby?" I ask him afraid of the worst. "She's doing fine. She's just afraid of losing the baby and dying in childbirth." he answers walking over to the table full of armor.

"That's not gonna happen. She's strong." I say shrugging my shoulders. "That's what I told her. But she does have a point. Before modern medicine, lots of women died in childbirth." Hershel adds handing me an armored chestpiece.

I watch Carl mess with the guard helmet while I suit up. "Sorry, buddy. You're not going with us this time." I tell him taking off the hat. "What? Are you serious?" he complains with a big frown. "She's right, Carl. I need you to stay here." Rick says walking up to us.

"Why does she get to go and not me! I'm just as capable as anyone else!" Carl throws a little fit while glaring at me. "Carl, that's enough!" Lori yells to him at the top of the stairs.

"This is bull." Carl storms off back towards his cell. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make him upset." I look to Rick apologetically. "He'll get over it." he replies looking up at his wife. I stare at Lori before she walks away.

Lori and Rick still haven't been talking to each other. I swear, Rick hardly ever looks at her. Is it because of the baby or Shane? Who knows. I'm not sure that Rick will even care for the baby when it gets here. He hasn't been himself for a long time.

As we make our way through the corridors, we keep tags on where we've been. Turning the corner we run into a bunch of walkers. We run as fast as we can back the way we came.

At some point we lost Glenn and Maggie. Hershel walks ahead to look for them. "Hershel, be careful will you." I whisper to him walking up behind him. The next second the walker on the ground behind him tears into his leg.

I hasten my steps at Hershel's wailing to help him. Rick ends up shooting the walker that bit Hershel before I get the chance. Wrapping my arm around his waist, we make our way through the corridor.

"We're blocked. What do we do?" I panic staring at the swarm of walkers heading for us from both directions. "In here. Get in here and shut the doors." Daryl yells closing the doors behind us.

We drop Hershel to the floor as we think of what to do. "Hold him down." Rick says taking off his belt and wrapping it around Hershel's knee. Then Rick reaches for the hatchet a few feet away.

Oh God. Is Rick really gonna do what I think he is? And yes, he did it. He cut off Hershel's leg. "I think I'm going to throw up now." I say standing up quickly and pacing across the room.

"Maezy, get back." I hear Daryl say as he walks up behind me. I do as he says and look towards the direction he's pointing. There's a group of men staring at us through the gated window. I freeze as soon as I see them.

"Holy shit." I hear one of the cellmates say. "Who the hell are you?" Daryl asks inching closer to the inmates. "Who the hell are you?" another person repeats back to us. "We asked you first." I comment walking closer to them.

For a second I forgot Hershel was bleeding out. I look behind me to check how the others are fairing. Daryl keeps his bow aimed at the men as they walk out from behind the window.

I don't pay any attention to these strangers until one of them speaks up. When I look back up, a man with long black hair is walking closer to me. I jump back quickly out of fear.

"Hey! What the hell, man?! Stay back!" I scream backing up quickly and holding my chest. "Sorry. What the hell happened to him?" the man asks putting his hands up.

"He got bit." Daryl answers the man's question while pulling me behind him. As soon as the guy hears the answer, he pulls out a gun. "Woah, woah! Nobody needs to die here!" Rick yells to the men in a panic.

"Rick!" I yell gesturing to Hershel's mangled leg. "Come on, we gotta go. Now! Come on!" Rick yells to everyone else. "I need a hand over here." I say trying to pick Hershel up to put him on a trolley. Rick and Glenn take over.

As soon as T-dog opens the door, he stabs a walker under its chin. I rush to help guide us through the corridor. When I look back, Daryl isn't with the group. So I rush back to the room we were just in to yell at him to follow.

We roll Hershel down the corridor on the trolley back to our cell block. We notice the guys from before following us as well, so we quicken our pace to try and lose them. When we get close enough to our block, Rick calls out for Carl to open the door quickly.

We lay Hershel down on the bed in the closest cell. The others start freaking out when they notice it's Hershel. Beth is sobbing the whole time as I explain to them what happened.

"He got bit, but we had to stop the infection from spreading." I say frantically grabbing towels to stop the bleeding. "Is he going to die?" Beth cries into Lori's chest. "He's gonna be okay." Lori reassures her.

I step outside to see what Daryl is doing. "Daryl, what are you doing?" I ask him staring at the open gate in front of us. "Heads up. Get ready. They're coming." he answers aiming towards the open space.

"Are they still following us?" I panic looking back at Daryl. "More than likely. Wait for it." he says getting ready to pull the trigger on anyone who walks through that door. The next second, the same men poke their heads through the doorway.

"That's far enough." Daryl says following the men with his crossbow. "Today is your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go." he continues telling them to pretty much leave.

"Daryl, I told you. I knew something like this would happen." I panic remembering what we talked about last night. "What you got going on in there?" the leader asks. "None of your damn business that's what." I spit at the man to leave us alone.

"You got some spunk don't you." the man whistles at me. "Eat firecrackers, asshole." I glare at him. "I like her. She's feisty." he says to Daryl before quickly glancing back at me.

"Hey. You better watch yourself, shit-for-brain. I don't mind kicking some ass today. Especially yours." Daryl growls pointing at the mexican looking dude. "Easy, gringo. Just a compliment.

"Besides, I like sassy women." the man smirks walking closer to me. "Back off, buddy!" I yell cringing at him. "Keep your hands away, you prick! I mean it! Hands off!" Daryl yells getting ready to punch the man in front of me.

The three of us continue arguing with each other before Rick decides to join us. "Hey. Everyone relax. There's no need for this." Rick shouts to calm us down. "What'd you guys do? You rob a bank or something? Take him to a hospital." the leader says pointing his gun at Rick.

I look at the man curious now thinking he's got to be an idiot. But if they've been locked up this whole time, they wouldn't know what's happening to the world right now. This is going to be a total shock to them.

"You don't know what's going on do you?" I ask one of the other prisoners. "What do you mean? What's going on?" the man asks me confused. "How long have you been locked up in that cafeteria?" Rick questions the group of prisoners.

Apparently those men have been locked up for 10 months. No wonder they don't know what's happening outside these walls. The man explains to us about what they saw from their viewpoint. They said a guard locked them in the cafeteria for protection.

I kinda feel bad for these people. Not knowing what's going on around them. They said they've been waiting for almost 300 days to be free. That's a long time being locked away in one place. I don't know how they could stand it in that tiny room.

Rick explains to the men that there is nothing left in the world. There's no army, police, or hospitals. Absolutely nothing left. "You're serious?" the red head asks stunned. "Yeah. We're telling the truth. There is nothing left. Just us." I answer him truthfully.

"You got a cellphone we could use to call our families?" a big black guy, who they call Big Tiny, asks us all worried. I facepalm myself as what we just told them flows in one ear and out the other.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Daryl snarls at these idiots. I don't think they understand. "There's no power. No cellphones. No nothin'." he continues stating the obvious.