AN: Was there a reason that I didn't get any reviews last chapter? Was it really that bad? I knew it wasn't my best…but wow…So I'm not totally motivated for this one…So it probably won't be very long again, but that's y'all's fault tbh.

Gavin sniffled as he slid out of bed. He was trying his hardest not to cry. But he couldn't help it. He wiped his wet cheeks, Dug was alert right away. He sat up and licked Gavin's face. The little boy smiled in the slightest bit. "C'mon Dug…let's go to momma's cell," he whispered. The two made their way to the room next door. Gavin could hear sniffling. "Momma," he called. But he couldn't see much in the dark. There were shadows where his brother and sister slept, but he could see one lump under the covers where Daryl normally slept, at which point he frowned. But then he remembered that Daryl wasn't back yet. He crawled up into the bed and shook the lump's shoulder. He heard another sniffle before the figure rolled over to show that it was his mother.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" she asked, looking up at him with red rimmed eyes. Her cheeks were puffy, he noted too. Dug jumped up on the bed and laid at their feet.

"Why 're ya cryin'?" he asked quietly.

"It's nothin'," she promised. "What about you?"

"I haded a bad dream," he pouted.

"C'mere," she opened her arms and he moved into them, hugging his mom tightly. "So what happened?"

"I don't remember…" he said softly.

"How 'bout this? You can sleep in here 'til Daryl comes back? That way I'm not all by myself…and you'll have me if you have a nightmare," he nodded.

"I love ya, momma."

"I love you too," Marie replied.

"Want me to wrap that for you?" Bill asked. Daryl nodded his head. He'd somehow gotten a cut on his arm.

"We gotta get back in the mornin'," he stated, sending a look over to a shivering Tyreese. It wasn't from the fever, at least they didn't think so, he'd lost a lot of blood when they had to chop off his arm. Daryl had decided to try again after the whole Hershel thing, maybe he'd died after they'd gotten rid of the virus.

"We do, and we need to get him conscious long enough to know his blood type so that we can get him a transfusion."

Daryl nodded again and stared off into the distance. Flames danced in front of his face as the fire burned on. He wanted to be back more than anything. But that reminded him of something. As Michonne took a seat next to him he decided now would be the time to bring it up. "What're we gonna do 'bout this 'safe' place."

"Easy, we get back and get the hell out as soon as we can," Michonne replied.

"Who are we going to tell?" Bob asked. "We can't bring everyone…Hell, I wouldn't trust having all of them."

"Only a select few," Michonne supplied.

"Let all the people we don't trust keep the prison?" Bob asked.

Daryl nodded in agreement. He didn't know specifics yet, but he knew that if it was possible, Marie would want Rick to go. He was her brother, after all. They'd want Elizabeth, Jilly, probably Judd and his mom, but he wondered about Jenna and Amanda? Would they be coming? He didn't really trust her, but Amanda was he niece.

"We also need to get on a CB an' try an' communicate with them people, so we know where we're goin', other than jus' Savannah…That's a big city, we don' want an Atlanta repeat," Daryl said, realizing that.

"Good point," Michonne agreed. "When we get back, I'll go out an' find one."

"Man, do you think it'll actually be safe there?" Bob asked. "That'd be nice…Do you think it's another prison…or…" He trailed off.

"Don' know."

"Maybe it'll be a house of someone we all thought was crazy before," Michonne offered. "They got this underground bunker and stuff. Enough canned goods and water to last ten years…"

Marie's eyes opened as soon as the sun was up. Her son was lying close to her with his eyes closed, still peacefully sleeping. She took that moment to run her fingers through his wavy black hair. It was getting long and she'd need to trim it soon. Gavin opened his chocolate brown eyes and looked at his mother.

"Momma, whatcha doin'?" he asked.

"Just thinkin', you can go back to sleep if you want," she offer. He shook his head. "It's early."

"So. What was the reason ya was cryin' last night?" he asked. She hadn't given him a straight answer and he wanted to know.

"I had a bad dream too," she admitted.

"What about?"

"Daryl didn't come back…" She resented the fact that him being gone for a day affected her so much. She could take care of herself and she didn't need anybody to do that for her, he just meant too much for her and it worried her to death for him to be out there with the walkers.

"Aunt Marie," Carl's voice whispered into the cell. Marie looked up at her nephew, and saw that he had a small smile across his features. "They're back," he stated.

Marie was out of bed, dressed and ready to go at lightning speed. Carl kindly offered to wait with the babies so that she could see Daryl. She walked as fast as her rib would let her to the outside. There he was. His dark hair still in his face, but brushed to the side and held there with sweat and such, his ruggedly handsome face was still intact, and he appeared to have all of his limbs. So that, was already good. She hurried across the gravel and he met her in an embrace.

"I missed you," she said with a smile.

"Missed ya too, babe," he agreed, pulling her in for a lip crushing kiss.

AN: As I believe I said, I'm going through a bit of writer's block for this story, so the chapters are going to be short until I get through that, which hopefully this was the last chapter. I will not update again until I get reviews…Seriously. I'm used to getting quite a few and last chapter I didn't get anyway…I was deeply disappointed to be honest. AND I even updated on a Saturday on purpose!