A/N: First of all, huge thanks to all you lovely reviewers. Everyone's been so sweet and kind and well, what can I say, I feel kinda bad. I have a rough idea of an idea I might do with this, but I can't promise anything right now. I don't wanna get you all excited and then be like 'Right, bye!' but that could happen.
So, enjoy this. it's very short but it's something. And hopefully, I will write more of this.

Oh, and to clarify, this isn't a 'review or I don't post' thing, it's just a 'I don't know if I have a full plot for this or not' type thing. :P

Her hands trembled as she washed the blood away.

She had been working with Hershel on Daryl the second he'd been put on the bed in the empty cell. Her back ached from bending over him, her knees sore and stiff from where she knelt on the hard concrete floor.

There was just a few simple stitches left to do before Daryl was fixed up as much as they could possibly do and Maggie had told the pair to rest while she tended to him. She knew as well as they did that if Daryl took a turn for the worse, they'd need the pair of them back working on his again.

Carol lent against the edge of the door frame, neither in nor out of the room. She couldn't stand to leave him right now.

She'd only seen him hurt once before, back at Hershel's farm and it was more a case of looking worse than it was. Once Daryl had been cleaned and stitched up, he'd looked fine. Took a couple of days resting and healing but he was okay. This was different.

This time they'd done all they could and there was no saying if he'd make it or not.

Rick and Tyresse had no chance to check Daryl before Hershel got to him, so none of them knew how badly he was hurt. It wasn't until Hershel started to peel back Daryl's shirt that they saw the extent of what had been done to him.

And with it, Rick had driven away everyone but Carol and Hershel to work on him.

Beth came up beside Carol, worry clear on her youthful features. "You should get some rest. He might need you later," she said, repeating the same sentiment her Dad had shared with her as he bunked down in the cell next to Daryl moments ago.

"I don't want him to be alone," Carol said, not willing to move.

"I'll stay with him," Maggie said, not stopping working to look round to Carol.

And Beth gave her a tight smile, nodded. "Let me know if anything happens, okay?" Carol pleaded.

"Of course," Beth assured her. Carol disappeared into a different empty cell as she grabbed gauze and bandages and knelt down beside her sister and started to wrap some of the wounds.

Maggie's mouth was drawn in a tight line of worry and dread.

Nothing this bad had happened to the group in a long time, not since The Governor had fled Woodbury.

This was a deliberate attack. A message.

And it had to be from The Governor. Who else would target the prison?

But what scared her was the brutality. Because this was just a warning. This was to let them know he'd come after them and he wouldn't stop until they were all dead.

They'd learnt through Daryl what he'd done to Merle.

They'd learnt through Rick what he'd done to Andrea. And those were people he'd known, who he had ties to, bonds with. What was he going to do to the people he really hated?

"I can finish that," Beth offered, noticing Maggie had stopped.

She looked down at her half finished work, shook her head. "I got it."