Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Chapter 78

Author's Note: So I'm sneaking in a chapter this morning. You aren't complaining right? There's a Mar and Daryl kiss! Finally right! Review please

Mar's POV:

Mar sat down next to Daryl as he stuck the knife into the floor. "Is that Carol's knife?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered gruffly.

Mar nodded. "You know we already had one Dixon try to shut themselves off this week, I personally not planning on letting another one do it," she told him. "Mitch is concerned bout you, so am I."

"I'm not sixteen," Daryl answered as he stuck the knife in the back of the wall.

"No, but you're a man who lost friends this week. Family. You blame yourself, and it's not any more your fault then it is Summer's or Rick's. The problem was that ONE prisoner and Oscar killed him," Mar told her friend.

Daryl stood up. "You don't know what I'm feelin' Mar. Why don't you just go and leave me alone?"

Mar stood up. "You don't even know what you're feeling Daryl. You just want to go lock yourself up in your little world so you won't get hurt. Well, I hate to tell you Daryl, hurt is always part of the package when you care for anyone. And, well in this world, hurt comes on a daily basis. And it shows your human!"

Daryl stepped closer to her. "What about you Mar? I had to find out in front of people that you were still waking up every two hours with nightmares. Do you know how that felt? You should 'ave been able to come and talk to me," he told her.

Mar looked at him. "If things were different between us, maybe I would have," she answered softly.

"Aint good at words," Daryl reminded her.

"Then show me," Mar challenged him.

Daryl looked into her green eyes and reached up and grabbed her hair and pushed her against the wall as he kissed her. "That enough showin' for you?"

Mar took a breath. "For now," she answered as she ran her hand over his jacket. "You better not pull away again," she warned him as she saw a door moving slightly. "Daryl walker," she told him

Daryl turned around and held up Carol's knife as he opened the door. He lowered the knife and stared at the face in front of him. "Carol…" he gasped.

"Carol?" Mar asked as she went inside. "Oh God," she said as she looked over. "We need to get her back, she's dehydrated. My God…" she said again as she hugged her.

Carol gave a weak smile as she hugged her back.

"I got her," Daryl said as he picked her up.

Mar squeezed the woman's hand as Daryl carried her. "God a lot of people are going to be thankful you made it. I'm thankful you made it," she told the woman.

Group POV:

Summer took the red cart from Carl's hand and looked at the woman Rick was bringing in. "How did she know we needed formula? Is she bit?"

"Just shot," Rick answered. "Go find Mar and Hershel for me," he told Summer.

Summer hesitated as she looked at the woman.

"Summer, do what I say alright?" Rick asked in a concerned tone.

Summer nodded as she went out of the room.

"Hey look at me, it's alright, we're not going to hurt you," Rick told the woman as he put her down on a bed. "Who are you?" he asked as Carl watched her. She tried to back away from him. "No, it's alright. We're not going to hurt you unless you do something stupid first alright?" he told her.

Daryl walked around the corner. "Who the hell is this Rick?"

"You wanna tell us your name?" Rick asked the woman who hesitated.

Daryl looked at the woman. "You all are gonna want to see this."

"Everything alright?" Rick asked.

"Just come on," Daryl told them.

"Carl get the bag. We'll keep this safe and sound for you. The doors are all locked you'll be safe in here, and we can treat that," Rick told her as he nodded to the gunshot wound, as they went out of the room and shut the door.

"I didn't ask for your help," the Black woman responded.

"Doesn't matter, we can't let you leave," Rick informed her as they walked out. "Carol…." Rick asked as he saw the woman Mar was giving water too. Carol stood up and hugged him. "Oh God…Thank God… how?" he asked her as he hugged her.

"Solitary," Mar answered.

"Poor thing must have fought herself right into a cell, and passed out," Daryl told him as more of the family gathered.

"She's dehydrated," Mar told them. "But besides that, she's in pretty good shape."

"Someone wants to meet you," Summer said as she held the baby. "Judith Jane, or Ladybug," she told Carol.

"Lil' Asskicker," Daryl corrected his niece.

"Oh God…Lori?" Carol asked Rick.

Summer lowered her eyes as Carl shook his head.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Carol said as she hugged Rick.

Rick nodded. "I'm glad you're back. Summer can you stay with Carol so we can talk with our guest."

"Yes, but I want to know how she knew we needed formula," Summer told them.

"We'll find out," Daryl told her.

"Hershel, Mar, Daryl, with me," he said as he squeezed Summer's shoulder and went out the room.

Rick's POV:

Rick walked in with the group and looked at the woman. "We can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way. But first you're going to have to tell us how you found us, and why you were carrying formula," he told her.

The woman glared at him. "They were dropped by a young Asian guy, pretty young brown haired girl, and a Blond woman, looked a lot like that younger one that was in here before," she told him.

Rick felt his chest tighten as he looked at the group. "What happened? Were they taken?" Rick asked.

"They were taken," the woman answered.

"By who? Mar asked as she glanced at Daryl.

"The same Son Of A Bitch who shot me," she answered.

"Hey those are our people. You tell us what happened NOW!" Rick said as he grabbed her.

"Don't ever touch me again," the woman hissed at him.

"You better start talkin' now or you're going to have a bigger problem than a gunshot wound," Daryl said as he aimed the bow and arrow at her.

"Uncle Daryl, stop," Summer said as she came in. "You had baby formula…the blond woman is my mother, Carl's stepmother. He's the boy that was in here earlier. Glenn is like a brother to me, Maggie is Hershel's daughter," she said as she nodded to Hershel "You didn't come here just cause you had a gunshot wound. You came here to help them," she told her as she sat down.

"Summer," Rick started to hush her.

"Rick…" Mar interrupted as she shook her head to let her be.

"I'm Summer…" the teen said as she extended her hand.

The woman studied her before she took her hand. "Michonne," she greeted. She turned her attention back to the man. "There's a town, Woodbury, about 75 people. I think they were taken there."

"A whole town?" Mar asked as she glanced at Daryl.

"Yeah run by this guy who calls himself the Governor, pretty boy, charming. Jim Jones type," Michonne told them.

"What kind of wackadoodle calls himself the Governor?" Summer asked.

Michonne gave her first sign of a smile; it was just a quick flash of one. "I like you. Wackadoodle isn't the word I'd use, but yeah it's close."

"How did you know to come here?" Mar asked. "Easy I'm a nurse, Hershel is the doctor of the group, and we're going to fix you up."

"They mentioned a prison, said it was a straight shot," she answered.

"They got muscle?" Daryl asked.

"Paramilitary wanna be's. Armed sentries on every wall," Michonne told them.

"You know a way in?" Rick asked.

"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through," she told them.

Summer looked at Rick then her. "You called them walkers'. She called them walkers' dad."

"Why did you use that term?" Rick asked her.

"Aint ever heard anyone but someone from our group use the word Walker," Daryl said as he looked at them.

"Friend of mine used the word, now are we going to talk all day or we gonna go get your friends?" Michonne asked.

Jewel's POV:

Jewel lowered the gun as she was starting to pass out from the pain.

"Hey!" Jes said as she punched her leg.

"What the hell…" Jewel told the other woman.

"You need to stay awake," Jes told her. "Merle said you were a nurse. So start listin' the signs of shock," she ordered the other woman.

Jewel glared at her. "I…don't have to do what you say. I got…the gun," she told her.

"Well hold it up! I'm not going to get a warm reception at this prison. They'll know you, you need to be conscious. Now, start listing the damn signs," Jes told her.

"Cold…clammy skin, weakness….rapid or weak pulse….unconsciousness," Jewel told her.

"Well we're trying to prevent that one," Jes informed her. "Keep going."

Jewel took a breath. "Confusion…seizures….blush lips and nails….chest pain…" she continued.

Jes nodded. "How's your ribs doing?"

"Hurt likes…hell," Jewel admitted. "My hand is worse," she said as she held up the swollen hand. "If I ever see the man again, I'll kill him."

"He's not a man, he's a monster. He says people can leave crazy town any time they want, but they wind up as walker food. Just like you were gonna be," Jes told her.

"You stayed," Jewel told her as she took a breath grasping her side.

"Didn't want to be walker chowder," the Hispanic woman told her. "I nodded, I followed orders, and I waited. Good for you that I did," she told her. "Merle cares you know? He always did."

Jewel let out a laugh. "Don't make me laugh it hurts. Only person Merle ever cared about was himself. You sleeping with him? Is that why you helped me?"

Jes laughed. "No, well a couple times. But that's not why I helped you. I helped you because it wasn't your day to die. I left someone, the man's son I shot, back there because I know that he can survive. He's smart. At that moment when the Governor told Mason and I to take care of you, I knew that this was the time I needed to act. So you and the guy that handcuffed Merle to a roof…that's going to be a hell of an interesting family reunion."

Jewel glanced at her. "You sound like I'm ever goin' to see Merle again. He isn't gonna want that," Jewel told her.

Jes kept her eyes on the road. "That your prison?"

"Yeah…." Jewel answered.

"Damn that's a whole hell lot of Biter's," Jes told her. "Got any ideas on how we get through them and get the attention of your people?"

Jewel glanced at her. "Yeah, may have an idea, but it'll attract both the walkers' and my people," she told the other woman.

Jes looked at her. "You got any other ideas that don't include attracting more biters' then they're already are?"

Jewel shook her head. "Nope," she answered.

"Great, just like a Dixon come up with the hardest plans. Go ahead…" Jes told her.

Jewel hit the horn and kept her hand on it. "Keep driving."

Jes took a breath. "You Dixon's are crazy."

Jewel looked at her ring then at her. "Grimes actually," she said as she hit the horn louder.