I snuggled into his arms, breathless and feeling completely amazing, yet terrified and unsure at the same time. He wrapped his arm tighter around me and I could feel his body twitching with excitement. When our eyes met, it was like the first moment all over again. He rolled me onto my back, careful to avoid landing on his injured leg, his body pressing tightly against mine.

"We shouldn't do this," I hissed, burying my face into his neck as he slid into me, each movement careful and gentle, yet urgent at the exact same time.

"Eh," he muttered into my ear. "Ta hell with it."

I bit back a moan, my fingers laced in his hair. He groaned with pleasure, his stubble tickling my cheek. I blushed as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, my hips moving in sync with his. Our bodies fit together almost perfectly. Despite his injured leg, he had no problem keeping up with the movements.

Daryl surprised me when he dipped his head, his lips pressing firmly against mine, his teeth gently grazing my lips. I smiled in spite of myself, returning the kiss with an equal amount of passion and urgency. It felt so perfect.

We could have gone like that forever, but the real world soon came knocking. It was Molasses who caused us to pull apart, both equally aware of the other's naked body. The old bitch looked at us with a wary expression, before letting out a short bark. I glanced at the cell door, which was covered with a thin sheet. Early morning sunlight cast shadows across the cell, kindly reminding us that it was a new day and that there was a mission to complete.

I groaned and rolled over, pulling the sheet with me. Daryl grimaced, but allowed me to pull away his only form of cover, while I searched the cell for my clothes, which were thrown amuck along with his.

It took us a few minutes to gather our closing and dress ourselves, though Daryl struggled to pull his jeans on over the bandage that covered his thigh. Without hesitation, I helped him, earning a sweet, heart breaking smile from the man in front of me.

My heart melted. How could I possibly have gotten so lucky as to not only have slept with this beautiful, kind man, but to have made love to him during the zombie apocalypse?

Stop it, I scolded myself. Ya can't go 'round thinking thoughts like that. It was a onetime thing. It meant nothing. It was just a way to burn off steam. Get over it.

I pulled my jacket tight around myself before nodding at the dogs, gently nudging Vixon out of the way as I pushed through the sheet, entering the busy common room. Maggie and Beth shared a knowing look when they saw my disheveled look. I quickly pulled my hair back, a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"You don't think…?" Beth hissed.

"Nu-uh, no way," Maggie giggled. I blushed fiercely, rushing past the pair. Maggie let out another giggle before sighing almost blissfully.

"About time that man got some action! God knows he needed it!" she squealed to Beth, who giggled like a little school girl.

I wanted to smack the two of them, but instead, I led my small pack outside, eager for the warm arm to put an end to the feelings flooding through my body. I walked slowly, the slight ache of my body reminding me of the events the day before. It seemed surreal, how in one moment, everything was peaceful and the next, everything could go to hell in a hand basket.

As we cleared the final door leading outside, I noticed Blade tense up, his ears perked forward as he sniffed the air, almost as if searching for any trace of danger. It didn't surprise me when he raced ahead the moment the door was open, leaving the other dogs to watch on with disdain. It was Molasses who led the pack outside, her tail high as she sniffed the air, letting the warm spring breeze ruffle her fur.

Though my bow was ready, I felt little need for it. Maybe it was the hormones wearing off, or maybe it was a false sense of security, but in that moment, I felt completely safe, as if the world was still a decent enough place. I knew it was only my heart trying to convince me as such, but I allowed myself to be blinded by the ignorance, if only for a moment. I followed the dogs as they did their laps, not the least bit concerned that Blade refused to relax, despite Molasses' relaxed posture. The old bitch had no problem legging behind, letting the younger dogs run the fence. I followed after Chance and Vixon, overly aware at how eager the dogs were to jump up and bite the fingers off the walkers who reached too far. I smiled inwardly at how alert the little dog and her young friend were. Molasses seemed more interested in rolling in the grass, while Chance jumped at the fence with pride, his teeth racking the faces of the walkers who pressed tightly against the chain links. Vixon tried to dig under the fence, but was quickly pulled back by Blade, who guarded the new arrivals as if they were his own.

It made me think of how the group had been with Alana and me. When we first arrived, the group was hostile, not the least bit welcoming, but as time passed, Alana grew on the women and eventually, so did I in a sense. When I sided with the Dixons, it was clear that my alliances were not the same as their own, until we returned and saved their asses from the Governor's attack.

I shook my head, trying to clear the angry thoughts that flooded my mind. I picked up my pace, taking out a walker every now and then with my knife, not caring that the blood was sticking to my skin. I blew off the pent up frustration before slowly making my way back into the prison, in time to hear Rick go over the plan.

The plan was to get in and get out as quickly as possible. That was all Rick could offer us. It seemed absurd to be planning an ambush so soon after the Governor attacked the prison, kind of like how our parents used to say two wrongs don't make a right, but Rick was dead set on getting even with the man who caused us so much damage. I couldn't help but envy his determination.

Michonne and I agreed that we should stick together, since the two of us knew Woodbury's layout and knew a few of the survivors. Though I was seen as a trader by some, I was still the same woman I was when I first arrived at Woodbury and my only hope was to find some of the people who had become like family to me when I was there.

Michonne, on the other hand, wanted the Governor's head on a silver platter. I think we all did at that point.

"I'm comin' with," Daryl said sternly. Hershel was about to argue, but I quickly put an end to the debate.

"We need him," I said quickly. "If nothing else, he's another set of eyes. And even with his leg being fucked up, he'll be another set o' hands too."

"It's a huge risk, Harleigh," he muttered as he limped past me. I couldn't argue with that, but in the same breath, I felt safer knowing Daryl was coming with us.

We split up into teams shortly after the sun had fully risen. Daryl, Michonne, Merle, Martinez and I, along with the dogs, led the front of the attack. Maggie and Glenn, close behind, while Rick, Hershel, Beth and Carl hung back. We didn't want to risk everyone, but we had little choice. We were outnumbered greatly, but it was all we had.

Maggie and Glenn would cover the forest, ensuring that no one snuck up on the prison while we were away. Daryl and I would lead the front, scouting the area before moving forward. Michonne and Merle, though the two didn't see eye to eye on many things, agreed to follow us, taking a different route, but staying within range. Martinez, though his ankle was broken, managed to keep in touch with us via the car, which we were using as base. We'd move forward a mile or two before doubling back. It was a huge waste of time, but it was the best we could do with our numbers as limited as they were.

It wasn't until midday that we reached Woodbury. It had been a long, tedious trek, but we soon realized it was worth it. Before reaching Woodbury, as Martinez had said, we had stumbled upon the remaining Woodbury army. Or what was left of them. Dead and long since eaten by the small herd that surrounded them. It sickened me to see those people…those things, crawling around like broken, decaying creatures, but there was no time to waste. We carefully avoided the herd, entering Woodbury territory shortly after.

We were met by an unlikely pair the moment we reached the gate. I knew the woman, Sasha, from my last days in Woodbury. She and her brother, Tyreese were strong, dedicated people. I held up my hands as we approached, not daring to provoke the cautious pair. I knew they were people of words, not bullets. I had trusted Sasha with vital information before leaving Woodbury – I just hoped that was enough to assure her that we meant no wrong.

"Sasha!" Martinez called. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice. Neither Daryl nor I had been aware he had made it so close to us. He was leaning heavily on Merle, who looked at Sasha with pleading eyes.

"Martinez? That you?" she called, shielding her eyes from the blazing sunlight.

"Yeah," he called back. "Stand down. We need to talk."