AN: OMG! Just watched season 4 trailer! Someone left a review last chapter mentioning it, so I had to watch it! I did think of Gavin too. I'm currently camping right now...which means I can't get internet service! I'm dying here, but anyway, I didn't know my phone even had internet (it's not supposed to, and I'm probably gonna be in trouble when the bill comes back). But, I got on there, and I couldn't see much. Can someone tell me if Daryl punched Rick? Or was it someone else? It looked like Rick to me. Well more to the point, that trailer has me thinking about what I'm gonna do with this...and I realize it will be very different. So, please enjoy it anyhow.

"I won't let nothin' happen to ya, I promise," Daryl said as they sat, her in front of him, and his arms around her on the floor. They were in a department store with ten people.

"I don't think you can really control that…I mean we're trapped in here…"

"Tol' ya I'll keep ya safe, now didn't I? Have I ever lied to ya?"

"No…but…"

"Exactly. Have a little faith in me babe."

"You have gotten us this far," she said, squeezing his thigh lovingly.

"Mm hm," he kissed her temple and pulled her back so that her back was to his front. Out of nowhere two children came up to them. One was barely old enough to walk and had a teething ring in his mouth, the other was about ten and she had her red hair in two pig tails.

"Hi there," Marie said. She made a funny face to the baby, Who laughed and bounced happily. "What's your name sweetie?"

"Ali," the red head said shy. She reminded her so much of Sophia, just in the passive way that she spoke.

"Hello Ali, I'm Marie. Is that short for Alexandra or Alexandria?"

"Allison actually," she batted her eyelashes and held the little boy's hand.

"Oh, that's a pretty name," she smiled. "This is Daryl. He may seem scary be his bark is worse than his bite." The little girl nodded. "Is that your bother?"

"No…we lost his parents a while ago," Ali said sadly.

"That's very sad. I'm sorry." She nodded in acceptance for the condolences. "What's your name, little guy?" she asked the baby. He cooed, not being able to talk yet.

"He's Andy."

"Andy, Ali, get away from them!" a woman called.

"C'mon Andy," the young girl led him back to the woman Marie assumed to be Ali's mother.

"Ya really like kids, huh?" Daryl asked.

"Yes, despite the circumstances, I'm excited to be a mom again. I mean…it's scary, but I don't know. I'm glad that I'm pregnant."

"If yer-"

"We have a working shower facility in the back, if you two would like to use it," a woman with dark black hair and soft brown eyes, said.

"That would be great, thank you." Marie smiled, she patted Daryl's leg and stood. She didn't realized how difficult it would be until she actually had to do so.

"Ya okay?" Daryl asked, noticing her trouble getting up.

"I'm fine, just a little more difficult than I thought," she gave him an easy smiled.

"Are you expecting?" the woman asked. Marie nodded. "Your first?"

"Second. I have a son, he's three."

"I remember being pregnant with my son Spencer, that was rough."

"But worth it, right?"

"Every second of it," the dark haired woman said. "I'm Laura."

"Marie."

"Daryl."

"I'm sorry you both are here, but I'm not the one in control. That all changed one this Governor guy came in and took us over."

"I understand. I just want to get back to my son, y'know? But word to the wise, this guy is bad news. He did run a town…but he slaughtered half of his group and kidnapped myself and two others…I just don't want any more good people to be hurt by him."

"Thank you, but I'm afraid there isn't anything we can do…He's got his two men and then there's Melody…Myself, Don, and the children don't have a chance."

Marie looked at Daryl. He nodded. "Ya can stay with us if ya get us outa here. Hell, we even have room in our truck…"

"I don't…I don't know."

"Please…" Marie pleaded.

"I'll talk to Don later…okay?"

"Thank you. Um, could we go get our bags from our truck? They have clothes in them..."

"That's not up to me...I'll take you to the Governor," Laura gave them a pained smiled and led them to the man in charge.

"What?" he asked impatiently.

"Sir, these two would like to get there bags...so that they can shower."

"You can go," he pointed to Marie. "You stay here, I don't trust you," he eyed Daryl carefully.

"Can I please have my weapon back?" Marie asked. She knew that she couldn't demand it. She had to treat him like she was dealing with a snake that could lash out at any moment, the Governor couldn't be trusted.

"Nope. Your truck ain't that far, just right out in the lot."

"Ya ain't sendin' her out there weaponless an' alone!" Daryl exclaimed.

"What I am or ain't doin' doesn't concern you. So why don't you just go sit your ass down or my friend over here is gonna make it so that you can't do so."

"With all do respect," Marie began calmly. "I would feel much safer if I had a weapon or someone with one...please."

The Governor sighed loudly, as if it was such a burden. "Fine. Spencer!" he called to a brown haired boy. He couldn't be more than fifteen.

"Yes sir," the boy said, making his way over to them.

"Walk her to her truck and make sure no bitters get her."

"Right away, sir." Spencer walked with Marie to the doors and out them. He led the way to her and Daryl's truck before he spoke. "Look, I'm not like him...I want you two to be allowed to leave, honest. But, I have to follow orders or he'll hurt my mom...so can you please not cause any trouble out here?"

"Okay," she agreed. The boy some how reminded her of Gavin. He was so protective and clearly intelligent. "I can't make any promises for Daryl though...he's trying to protect me..."

"Are you two-?"

"Together?" Marie offered. He nodded. "Yeah...why?"

"Just curious...You didn't look alike, so I just wondered." Add curious/nosy to the list of ways he reminded her of Gavin.

"He's the dad too," she said, touching her stomach. "I figured that was your next question." Spencer nodded. They luckily hadn't run into any walkers, given that they were caught up in conversation. Once they arrived at the truck, Marie pulled out the two bags belonging to herself and Daryl.

"Let me carry those," the dark featured boy offered.

"Thanks...but what if I walker comes?"

"I'll give you the knife...I think I can trust you..."

"With me, you can...but do me a favor and don't trust what people say, okay? They're liars. You never know their true motives and I don't want a sweet kid like you to end up hurt or worse because of some asshole with a good story."

"Thanks for the advice," he said politely. She gave him a soft smile as they both made their way back into the store. Spencer handed the bags to Daryl. Laura began leading the two to the showers.

"Okay guys, I know that this is gonna be awkward, but the only way that you can take a shower, is if I'm in there," the elder woman said awkwardly.

"That ain't happenin'!" Daryl exclaimed. He didn't even like for Marie to see him naked, or even shirtless for that matter, let alone some random chick he just met!

"Then don't shower. I have to follow orders, I'm sorry."

"Is there anyway that you can just stand outside the door?" Marie asked. Again, being the calmest one, a tactic she and Rick shared-or rather used to share. Her brother had lost that thing that made him a great leader, and she didn't understand it.

"There's a window in there..."

"How wide is it?" Laura held her hands about a foot apart. "Hun, I'm pregnant, I'm not risking hurting my baby to squeeze out a window."

"And you?" she asked Daryl.

"I ain't leavin' her." he stated.

"Okay," Laura sighed, opening the heavy metal door. "But I swear, if you have lied to me, I will hunt you down and bring your heads back myself. You seem like good people and all, but I'm not risking my family for either of you, got it?" they both nodded, completely understanding. They both cared about the well being of everyone in their group, but if it came down to any of their lives compared to Gavin or Sophia's...those two would win every time.

"Thank you very much. I truly appreciate your kindness and you can trust us at our word."

"I hope so," Laura mumbled. Daryl and Marie quickly walked into the room, it appeared to be a locker room at one point.

"You go ahead and get everything turned on, I'll get clothes out of our bags, okay?" Marie offered. Daryl nodded and set the bags down on one of the benches. She heard him go and turn on the showers, and she began hunting for clothes.

Daryl found it odd that they were being held captive, but they weren't in chains, and they were allowed to shower. Something was even fishier than it seemed in this place. He wouldn't let his guard down, he promised himself that. He had to protect- "The hell?" he was ready to send his elbow backwards when he realized it was only Marie. She'd wrapped her arms around his middled from behind. Somehow, it was obvious to him that she was the assailant. Maybe it was her soft skin or her sweet scent, but either way he knew it was her. And, he was absolutely positive it was once her lips gently pressed against one of his more prominent scars on his left shoulder. He'd often noticed her lips find home there. He wasn't quite sure why.

"Thought ya'd want a shower to yerself?" he asked.

"No, I don't want to get more than a foot away from you," she said. She hated how clingy she sounded, but she felt the need to be. Daryl was possibly the only person she trusted with her life. She used to trust Rick with it too, but over the past month, he'd bought himself a first class seat to Crazytown.

"Babe, we ain't ever gonna get clean if yer right here."

"Maybe I wanna stay dirty," she said childishly.

"Ya gotta."

"Okay, how's this? I'll help you get clean, then vice versa? Given that I'm not sure exactly how far along I am, I need to be careful not to reach above my head. They say that you're not allowed once you reach the five month mark."

"Why's that?"

"The umbilical cord could wrap around the baby's neck."

"Damn, guess I gotta help ya wash yerself."

"Damn right you do, this," she gestured to her stomach. "Is your fault."

"Far as I recall, ya was a willin' participant," he grinned.

"Only 'cause I got seduced by a redneck."

"Oh no, ya was the seducer."

"Nope. But, do you wanna argue or get our shower done?"

"Argue," he joked.

"Haha, smart ass. Just for that, you get to wash my back first." She held out the withered bar of soap-one she'd had since the farm, and turned around. He took it and moved the bar across her back.

"Really hate yer tattoo back here," he said.

"Of Gavin's name?" she asked.

"No, not his name." He meant Shane's. It was hard to look at the woman he loved without remembering the fact that she was with some other man before him. Although, even if he didn't know

"Oh right...Names really are a curse."

"Not if ya get the right one," he said, running the bar of soap down her spine. She shivered under his touch and smiled.

"Oh yeah?" she turned her head to him. "Would you get my name, and where?"

"Ya, I would. Right here," he touched the left side of his chest, right over his heart.

"Aw," she smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. He truly said the sweetest things some times. She didn't know if he meant to say some of the sweetest things she'd ever heard or what.

"We're gonna get outa here, ya know that right?" It had been bothering him for quite some time that they weren't back at the prison with their 'family'. That was where they belonged and it was unfair that they were trapped by some psycho.

"I know you'll find away," she said, kissing him sweetly.

AN: Chapters will get longer as we go along, this had like 500 more words than the last one. Please let me know how you think I'm doing so far. I'm very unsure of this as of now...