A/N Here's another update, I think my writers block is finally gone!

Daryl POV

A week had passed since the groups accidental run in with the walkers. Things had been normal since then—no injuries, no deaths, no walkers attacking—but Daryl could feel tension rising. He couldn't give a specific reason why, but he felt like this was the calm before yet another storm.

He was outside doing some minor tweaking to the breaks on one of the vehicles—they had recently become somewhat faulty—when he heard footsteps come up behind him. "Fixin' up that car, baby brother? Last time I checked you weren't no mechanic." Merle Dixon never passed up an opportunity to tease his younger sibling.

"What, you expect one of the girls to do it?" Daryl responded. He still had mixed feelings about his brother returning and living at the prison.

Merle wandered closer to his brother, taking slow, small steps until he was right beside him. "I been hearin' some of those Woodbury folk talkin'. They been thinkin' about takin this prison for themselves, getting' rid of all of us. Goin' out and findin' the governor, bringing him back here once we're all gone. Makin' this place their own new Woodbury."

Daryl scoffed at the thought. "They ain't gonna do nothin'. They're grateful for us getting' them out of there, why'd they be talkin' like that?"

"Because they ain't what they seem, baby brother. We gotta do somethin' before they cause trouble."

"Like what?"

"We need to get rid of 'em Daryl, before all of us end up dead."

"You think somethin' needs to be done? Tell it to Rick, and Hershel, and the rest of the council. This ain't my problem."

"You think they're gunna just give 'em the boot? Come on Daryl, we need to do somethin'."

Daryl faced his brother. "No, Merle, we don't. Those Woodbury folk aren't gunna stage some rebellion or somethin, we're fine."

"Fine. You don't wanna help; I'll be takin' care of this myself." Merle turned and walked away, leaving Daryl to finish working on the breaks.

Beth POV

Later in the day, Beth found herself in the cell, feeding Judith and watching her bounce around. "Mind if I come in?" she looked up at the sound of Daryl's voice.

"Sure, take a seat," she said, patting the bed. "What's on your mind?"

"Ya know how a few weeks ago I was tellin' you Merle an' the rest of the Woodbury folk being here was makin' me uneasy?" he asked her. She could tell he was having a hard time talking to her; he still wasn't the greatest with words.

"Yeah I remember that. Why do you ask?" Beth responded.

"Merle came up to me while I was fixin' the breaks on that car today. Started talkin' crazy, thinkin' the Woodbury people are gunna get rid of all of us and make this place a new Woodbury. He wanted me to help get rid of 'em before they start anything."

"Getting rid of—like, killing them?"

"Exactly. I told him he was crazy, that I wouldn't help him but he said he's just gonna take care of it himself," Daryl finished his sentence with a sigh.

"Don't worry about it," Beth said. "He'll come around. We'll get the council to talk to him about it."

Daryl nodded in agreement, though he knew nothing would stop Merle if he had his mind set on getting rid of the people from Woodbury.