Nearly a full month had passed after the whole ordeal with Paul. Daryl had taken it upon himself, with Rick, to dispose of all of the bodies. It took a while to get done, but eventually the entire infirmary had been cleaned out. All evidence of the blood gone. It had taken its toll on Daryl, but over time he learned to bury it deep, just like he did with Merle, Sophia, and Nora.
Rick and Daryl had had their official run-in with the Governor and his aversaries the day before when they had run into town to get gas. The generators had run low and Rick thought it best to travel during daylight hours to the town over and get as much as they could, for later use.
The majority of the prison had been cleared by now. The place was starting to look and feel like home to Rick and the others. Everyone had fancied up their own private cells. Some had placed their "cells" in the same Cell blocks as others, while some went to their own private Cell Block. Daryl being one.
Lunch was just about to be done in the Cafeteria, made by the woman, when Carl came running in for his mother. "There're people outside!"
The group of females stopped what they were doing to look at the boy, slightly alarmed by this news. For all they knew it could have been those bastards that had shot at Rick and Daryl the day before. Without delaying, the Sheriff and his right hand man grabbed their weapons and headed out fo the Cafeteria to go out into the Yard. The group of females quickly followed behind, Carl too...
Rick climbed up the ladder that led to the high watch tower and Daryl quickly copied him. Once at the top the two climbed inside and stared out at the property outside the secure gates of the prison. "There." Daryl pointed almost instantly, his sharp hunter eyes having quickly picked up the location of the group. His eyes squinted, the figures being so far off in the distance all that could be seen was that they were more than likely female, one being a black while the other were white.
The Sheriff picked up the microphone that was set up on the console, where a few giant speakers were stationed around the corners and outsides of the Yard. It would be heard easily by the females from where they were. Though it would probably be hard to make out at first. "Don't know if ya'll can hear me, but if you're a part'a that group from yesterday, ya ain't gettin' access t' this prison. We don't wish to resolve t' violence, but if ya test me, ya might end up with a pretty little accessory like your friend Nelson." A small smirk tugged at Daryl's lips at Rick's words, though it was barely visible.