Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Chapter 69

Author's Note: Well this is officially my longest fan fiction and quickest ever! My first one I ever posted on this sight was Sink Or Swim (Lost Sayid/OC) took over a year and was 68 chapters. So I left out the scene where they gave Axel and Oscar the cells, I couldn't fit it in and we know what happens. So please review!

So I make Rick a little sappy when he's with Jewel. He never got a chance to be that man with Lori.

"Miracles happen every day, change your perception of what a miracle is and you'll see them all around you-Jon Bon Jovi"

Group POV:

Summer stood against the door of Hershel's cell as she held onto Mitch. "Where's Mar and Carol?" she asked Glenn.

"Taking care of something outside. Why are you wearing Carl's hat?" Glenn asked.

"Cause Carl didn't listen," Mitch answered honestly.

"Out of the mouth's of babes," Summer said with a grin.

Carl leaned against the door frame. "You're right buddy, I didn't listen. And I put myself in danger."

Maggie stood near Hershel's bed as she held his hand. He stopped breathing all of a sudden and she stood paralyzed.

"Do something! Somebody do something!" Beth screamed.

"Mitch stay here!" Summer yelled as she ran into the cell with Lori. Summer put her ear to his chest. "He's not breathing!"

Lori starts CPR. "Come on! Breath damn it!" she yelled at him. Hershel reached up and grabbed her.

"Lori!" Summer yelled as she pulled her away.

Carl held his gun on Hershel as he Hershel started to breath and fell back to sleep.

"Is he alright?" Beth asked.

"He's breathing," Summer said as she held Lori into a hug. "You get that hat back!" she told Carl as she handed the hat back still holding onto Lori.

Jewel walked in with T, Daryl and Rick. "What's going on? Where's Mar and Carol?" she asked as she took stock of everyone.

"They had something they needed to do outside," Glenn answered. "I'll explain later," he told them.

"How is he?" Jewel asked.

"He stopped breathing but Miss. Lori saved him!" Mitch told them.

"Mom did real good," Carl told them.

"So did Summer, she didn't hesitate," Maggie said as she watched her father.

"Still no fever," Summer responded.

"She grew up with this one as a mother, she knows how to respond to an emergency," Daryl told them.

"How did it go with the prisoners?" Lori asked as Rick came in to the cell with Jewel.

"It went," T answered.

Hershel opened his mouth as he opened his eyes. "Daddy!" Maggie exclaimed.

Summer squeezed Lori's shoulder as Beth moved over to him.

"He's going to be alright!" Carl told Mitch.

"Never give up hope, right Beth?" Mitch asked as he inched closer into the cell.

"That's right," Beth said as Rick took off the cuffs off him.

Jewel wiped her eyes. "Hey, Hershel," she told him as she squeezed Rick's shoulder.

Hershel reached up and grabbed Rick's hand. Rick gave a look of relief. "Come here," he told Beth as he exchanged his hand with hers.

"Hey Mitch, let's go find Mar and Carol and tell them that Hershel is alright," Daryl said.

Glenn looked at Daryl then at Mitch. "Hey Daryl, just make sure you call to them first," he told him as he gave a slight nod to Mitch.

Daryl gave a slight nod to Glenn as he took the boy.

Carol and Mar's POV:

Mar looked up from her the walker they were practicing on and turned her head as if she thought she heard something.

"That's the third time you've done that, everything alright?" Carol questioned the other woman.

"I feel like we're being watched," Mariah answered as she sat back on her heels. "We've done three…do we need to get Glenn to get another one?" she asked.

Carol shook her head. "I couldn't handle another one right now," she answered as she stood up and stretched.

"Peter was born by C section…" Mariah said quietly.

Carol looked at the other woman and sat back down. Mariah didn't talk about herself, she knew this was a big step. "When was he born?"

"July fifteen, he wasn't due until mid August," Mar answered. "I didn't even have a nursery ready. I should have known then and there that little boy was going to be a spitfire from that moment on," she answered as she looked down. She was afraid if she'd stop she'd lose the nerve. "He was born with light red hair, a mixture of mine and my ex's. He came into this world kicking and screaming. He was a fighter. I keep on telling myself that he's out there fighting, that he's still alive. I know he probably isn't…but of course if you had told me that my friends would find me almost ready to opt out, I would have laughed. So I keep holding on to that thin little hope that he's out there."

Carol squeezed the other woman's shoulder. "If he's anything like his mother, I know he is. Let's go back," she said as she walked with her.

The door opened slightly. "Everything alright out here? Got Mitch with me," Daryl told the women.

Carol and Mar both went inside. "Everything's fine," Carol answered.

"Mr. Hershel's going to be OK!" Mitch told them excitedly.

"Mind lowerin' the volume a little bit kiddo?" Daryl asked with a smirk on his face.

"Hershel's alright?" Carol asked.

"He woke up?" Mar asked as she ruffled Mitch's hair.

"He stopped breathin' but Miss Lori saved him," Mitch informed them.

Carol and Mar both smiled. "About time we got a win," Carol told them.

"Mitch why don't you take Carol back? No one goes alone right?" Mar asked.

Mitch nodded. "We do it together!"

"It's a good thing Daryl didn't come out here alone and brought you, that would have been very bad for him," Mar teased.

"Don't be to long," Carol said as she went the boy.

Mar motioned outside. "Felt like we were being watched," she told the man as they walked outside.

"What were the two of you doin'?" Daryl asked.

"Practicing performing C sections on female walkers'," Mar answered like it was the sanest thing in the world.

Daryl looked at her. "Say again?"

"Lori had a c section before, it's likely going to be needed to be done again. They told me that if I ever had any more kids after Peter, I'd need another one. Hershel was the only one who knew how to do it, Carol said we needed practice. She was right. At least they can be useful for something," Mar told him. "The prisoners?"

"One got bit, two were assholes, the other two are in another cell block," Daryl answered as he looked around.

"The two assholes?" Mar asked.

"One almost killed Rick, Jewel killed him, the other one ran right into a court yard full of walkers'," Daryl told her.

"Jewel knows we kissed, Peter saw us," Mar told him as her head snapped up. "Feel that? That's the fourth time I've felt like someone's watching us."

Daryl looked around. "I don't see anyone, maybe I should go down by the fences," he said.

"No, it's probably nothing," Mar told him.

"Peter saw us…." Daryl asked as he took out a cigarette and lit it up. "Found it in one of the cells. Want one?"

"You're kidding right?" Mar asked as she shook her head. "Hope you are ready for a long lecture from Jewel if she finds out you're smoking again. Yea, Peter saw us, he told Jewel. Jewel was waiting for us to make the next move. Never happened though," she said as she looked up at him.

Daryl shifted his eyes down. "Never thought you'd be interested in someone like me. I ain't no good."

Mar looked at him and hit his arm. "Hey that's my friend you're talking bad about Daryl Dixon, and no one talks bad about a friend of mine. You are a good man, one of the best that I've ever seen Daryl. You were just always in Merle's shadow, letting him boss you around. You are Rick's right hand man, you keep this group safe."

"Only cause he fell for my sister," Daryl answered.

Mar hit his shoulder again. "Bull. Now take a compliment," she told him. "We should get back inside," she told the man as she gave one last look over his shoulder.

Jewel's POV:

Jewel had went into her and Rick's cell. She needed to get the blood off of her, human blood. She was used to walker blood by now. She took Rick's shirt off and took a breath as she used a rag and water to wash her face.

"Need help?" Rick asked quietly as he walked in. Jewel had used a sheet to give them some sort of privacy.

"Wish we had found the showers'," Jewel answered as she handed him the rag.

Rick kissed her shoulder. "Want to tell me what you're thinking about? Everything happened so fast."

"I saw you dying….because we were helping an asshole," Jewel confessed as he ran the cloth over her shoulder.

"I'm right here," Rick told her as he ran a finger over her back. "Right here."

Jewel nodded. "It could have ended different though," she said as she squeezed his hand.

Rick turned her around to look at him. "But it didn't. I'm here, you're here. Hershel is going to be alright," he said as he kissed her. "This is me, right here, kissing you," he told her. "What happened out there today, we are stronger as a whole team. I am grateful that you are my other half. You keep me grounded, you point out things in the heat of the moment that I would never think of. I rely on you Mrs. Grimes, as my wife, my lover, my partner," he told her as he kissed her. "Do you regret killing Tomas?"

Jewel shook her head. "No, of course not," she told him as she kissed him.

"Then that guilt I see in those beautiful eyes of yours, there's no place for it," Rick told her as he ran his hand through her hair.

Jewel smiled. "Thank you Mr. Grimes," she told him. "So….there wouldn't have been any pork and beans in that food your brought back would there?" she asked as she kissed him.

Rick laughed. "Might be," he told her as he kissed her again.