Disclaimer- I do not own the Walking Dead.

I'm posting one a day for this week, so far I'm managing it.

Danny's POV

Some of the people have been going around searching for anything that could be useful, I was interested in the things they found until Daryl picked up some of the body armour the guards were wearing. The helmet he held out in front of him has literal Walker skin and stuff hanging from it. I did gag into the palm of my hand before deciding that was not the room I wanted to be in.

I'm sat on the bottom steps of the stairs that lead up to the next level of cells when Beth quickly leaves the cell Lori's in and goes and calls for her father. Herschel walks into her cell and I really do try not to eavesdrop.

"If we're all infected, then so is this baby. So what if it's still born?" Lori's strained voice makes it hard to pretend that I can't hear her. "What if it's dead inside me right now, what if it rips me apart?"

I rub my hands against my trousers to wipe off the sweat that's clamming them up.

"Stop, Don't let you fear take control of you".

"Okay, Let's say it lives and I die during child birth".

My heart is pounding so hard I feel like it could physically rip my skin open with the force. I wipe my sleeve against my face before yanking them up, I pull at my collar. My god it's getting hot in here.

"Why not? How many women died in childbirth before modern medicine? If I come back, what if I attack it? Or you, Rick, Carl. If I do. if there is a chance then you put me down immediately. You do not hesitate".

Nope, no. I can't do this. I can't listen to this. I stand up but the room starts to spin around me. Sophia is stood in the doorway, her back to me but I can't tell which one is actually her. I scrunch my eyes closed as my legs start to feel like they can no longer hold me up.

I hear my name being shouted as I drop back onto the step after that I can hear voices but nothing makes sense.

Why am I having a panic attack? Why... god it's hard to breath. I reach out and grab hold of the top the person in front of me is wearing.

I yank on my collar again, pulling it away from neck, it feels like it's strangling me.

I can't seem to focus on the voices in front of me until a hand latches onto the side of my face. "Listen to me Danny, try and breath". I try but I just can't do it. "In, hey! Watch me. Breath in". I focus as hard as I can on him and watch as he inhales. "Out", I copy him. With his free hand he unlatches my hand that's gripping onto his shirt, he then wraps his fingers around it.

It takes a long time to get to the point where I feel like I can breath properly again; But even after I get it under control I still copy his pattern, not trusting myself to do it myself just yet.

Everyone is gathered in front of me staring at us, but Merle, Carol and Sophia stand in front of the group in a line stopping any of them from coming closer. Herschel seems to be the only one made it through. He crouches down beside Daryl and hands me a cup of water.

"Drink this". I do as I'm told. "Have you had panic attacks before?"

I shake my head while still drinking the water.

"Yes". Daryl disagrees causing me to frown at him. When? "About a month ago", he looks at me pointedly. "You remember?"

Oh, right. Yes, when we found out we were all infected.

I lower my empty cup. "Yeah I remember".

"And do you know what triggered this one?"

"No, I... I'm sorry I over heard you and Lori talking. I tried not to but then you started talking about... I don't know. I just got really hot all of a sudden and then I just started to struggle to breath".

Herschel furrows his eyebrows. "And what happened to cause the last one?"

I lock my eyes onto Daryl's, I don't want to talk about this. He seems to understand my silent pleading.

"We're not talkin' 'bout this now".

"We need to..."

Daryl cuts Herschel off. "No, we don't". He glares up at him. "Leave her alone".

Herschel sighs heavily but he does as he's told. Carol comes and sits beside me as Daryl stands back up, he leans against the railing beside my head.

"Carol is comin' with us into the tombs". He announces.

I don't think any of us miss the expressions the others try and fail to hide.

"You sure, Glenn and Maggie. They're our runners, they're good. We shouldn't need anyone else."

Merle sneers. "There was five of us, and there was eight of you. And I think it's pretty fuckin' obvious who did better over the Winter. We didn't carry anyone. We all did our own runs, we all got ourselves out of shitty situations. If the five of us went in there we'd come out with a lot more than you sorry fuckers."

The Sheriff stalks forwards but Glenn steps in front of him, blocking his path. "Excuse me?"

"Don't excuse me, we're the ones with the food, the supplies. It's you that needs us more than we need you." The Sheriff gestures towards Herschel but Merle already knows what he was going to say. "Yeah, we're happy Herschel's around but we stopped lookin' for him months ago, Carol was handlin' everythin' just fine." I'd think Carol would have something to say about that little bit of information. I don't think she was enjoying the pressure of being in charge of delivering a baby.

"I lead this group, I'm not having you thinking you can give them orders. We are a family and we do things my way". The Sheriff argues back.

I scoff behind my hand. His way. He runs his family his way. Does he not hear himself.

Daryl steps up beside his brother. "We don't want to tell your family how to do anythin' but you don't get to tell ours how to do their jobs. They know what they're doin'".

"Yeah, we're a democracy dickhead. The decision has to be unanimous and that is how we're", Merle gestures at the four of us around him, "gonna keep doin' things. You bein' back don't change shit".

"Danny doesn't get involved in runs anymore", Daryl starts, "Not now she's heavily pregnant so yeah we could do with some extra manpower to cover our loss, in return we give you some of our supplies, we keep you fed, along with anything else we 'ave that you might need. But that's it. We're two separate groups, sharin' one space. That is it. We've been apart too long to slip into old habits. We don't know you, and you no longer know any of us. We've all changed".

"We do need you guys", Glenn talks before the Sheriff can say something infuriating back. "The second we saw you we knew you'd survived better than we did and we don't want to take over. We can work side by side." Maggie and Herschel both share the same proud look as they watch Glenn. I am proud to, he's no longer the boy that got used for bait.

"Rick", Herschel says his name as sort of a warning to not speak anymore and he does listen.

"We should probably get ready to go". Maggie says, she's right the days wasting and we're running out of sunlight. Those tombs are gonna be dark anyway but with no natural light flowing in at all will make it horrible in there.

Slowly everyone makes their way back into the room where all the spare weapons we have have been laid out on a table. It seems the fight for leadership is over for now but I'm almost certain it'll come up again, and again. At least until we all get our trust back in each other.

Once everyone has geared up Sophia and I go over to Daryl to say good luck although good luck isn't exactly what I say.

"What if you don't come back?"

Merle's forearm lands on Daryl's shoulder and then his hand slaps Daryl's chest pretty hard. "Then ya fucked Squirt".

Carol nudges Merle with her shoulder, "Merle!" He just winks at her.

Daryl smirks but then he takes my arm and moves me to the side. "I'll come back, we all will. You know we can do this".

I sigh heavily, "I know I just... I wish I could come with you".

"But you can't, we're at the point now that I really need you to sit out. Sophia's stayin' with ya and Herschel is to. Take it easy and don't worry". Don't have another panic attack.

"Okay, I can do that... I think. Please just be careful".

"We will". He squeezes my arm before walking over to the entrance to the tombs.