I saw sunlight peek through the cracks between the blankets, signaling to me it was early morning. I didn't hear anyone moving around in the cell block so I went to turn onto my other side so I could face away from the sunlight, but ended up hitting my head on the wall. I let out an agitated groan as I put my hand onto my forehead and waited for the throbbing to go away, it was definitely not going to help my hangover.

My groaning caused Daryl to immediately shot up and reach for his crossbow that was leaning on the bed. "Geeze, do I really sound that much like a walker?" I joked as I watched him try to figure out what was going on. I sat up on the bed with my legs pulled against my chest and watched as Daryl groggily looked over at me. "T'hell ya doin?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes, his voice hoarse from sleep.

"Hit my head on the stupid wall." I mumbled, causing Daryl to roll his eyes and pull one end of the blanket down that was hanging as a door for his hide out. We both got off the bed and I put my hands above my head, stretching out my back.

We quietly made our way down the stairs, trying not to wake anybody and went to the cafeteria. Rick, Michonne, and Carl were already in there, eating and getting their weapons ready. Rick nodded to us both as he saw us walk in and I sat down at the table next to them. "We are going back over by my old neighborhood and the police station to hopefully find some more guns. If it gets dark before we are finished, then we will stay in one of the nearby houses for the night." Rick said to us as Daryl slid me a bowl of food and sat down next to me.

I started to eat whatever random food was in my bowl and watched as Rick walked over and set a map down in front of us. "This is the neighborhood we will check out." He said, pointing to a small area he circled. "And only a few miles away is the police station." He dragged his finger down to the other circled area. "I already cleared out most of the armory, but there has got to be some more lying around." He told everyone in the room.

Everyone just silently nodded as we looked over the map. "Maybe today we can get some people to take out the extra metal tables and put them outside for cover." I said between bites of my breakfast. Rick nodded and put a hand on my shoulder before he walked out of the cafeteria.

We all ate in silence until everyone started to slowly wake up and filter in for food. Rick came back in and ushered to Carl and Michonne that he was getting ready to leave. He told everyone they were heading out, gave them the plan, reminded them that Daryl and I were taking over, and then told Daryl once again to keep an eye on Merle.

I realized that I didn't have a gun on me, so I quickly went up to Daryl's cell and grabbed my machine and hand gun that I had left in here. I also quickly changed my pants into a new pair of jeans, but left my big army jacket on because it felt a little chilly today.

When I got back down into the cafeteria we decided to set up shifts for watch. Maggie and I were to take the first shift of watch while Carol and Merle walked the fences. Daryl and Glenn were going to bring out the metal tables to set along the look out fences, leaving Hershel and Beth to do whatever chores needed to be done inside.

I switched the machine gun I had been carrying around for a rifle to use for watch and headed over to the fenced walkway that was lined with wooden barriers.

The day went by slowly and pretty much consisted of everyone just taking watch and doing chores that needed to be done, waiting for the others to come back from the run. Everyone was desperately hoping that they were able to find some more fire power because if not, the next time the Governor attacked, it wouldn't be so pretty.

It was now evening time and I was walking the fences, looking out for any danger, but instead I saw a car speeding down to the prison. "They're back!" I called to Daryl who was walking the fences with me and he threw me the keys.

I unlocked the gate and Daryl helped me pull it open, letting Michonne drive inside. A few others had wandered out of the prison and watched as Rick got out of the car and went to the trunk, pulling out multiple duffle bags. He had forced a slight smile on his face as Carl came over to him.

Daryl and I went over and helped carry in all the bags and set them down on one of the tables inside the prison. Glenn and Maggie walked in as Rick opened up one of the backs, revealing multiple rifles, handguns, and shotguns, along with boxes and boxes of ammo. "We hit the jackpot." Carl announced as we all started unloading the bags.

"Everything good here?" Rick asked Daryl and I in a hushed voice. We both just nodded and reassured him, then watched as he walked off again. Carl and Michonne went to get something to eat while the rest of us unloaded and went through all the stuff they brought back.

By the time we finished, people were in a better mood from seeing all the guns and ammo that gave us a better fighting chance. I let out a yawn and leaned into Daryl side as everybody was hanging around together, Beth singing again. Her song was almost like a lullaby and I felt my eyelids start to get droopy. Luckily, neither Daryl or I had to take watch tonight, so he tugged on my arm and dragged me up the stairs of the cell block after we mumbled some good nights to everyone.

When we got to his cell, I plopped down on the bed with my face into the pillow. I was so exhausted from playing leader today that I have no idea how Rick can to it all the time, props to him. I watched through droopy eyes as Daryl took off his boots and shirt, enjoying the sigh of him shirtless. "Scoot over, Fi, ya taken up the whole damn bed." Daryl said and then when I let out a grunt he pushed me over so I was touching the wall.

I let out a sigh and sat up, quickly taking off my boots and throwing them off the bed along with my guns that were on me. I hung the blanket back up to our hide out and felt shivers run up my spine, so I wrapped my big army jacket around me tighter before I laid back again, immediately curling up into Daryl's side. His skin was warm as he wrapped his arms around me in a protective way. I let my hands rest on his chest as I breathed in his warmth and sent, feeling completely at ease as I let sleep take over me.

"Daryl! Fiona!" Someone shouting at us made us both shoot up from our sleep and stumble out of the bed. "Get down here!" It was Glenn's voice.

I slid on my boots while Daryl threw on his shirt and grabbed his crossbow right after he handed me my gun. We made our way down stairs to see that the early morning light was just starting to show. Glenn and Maggie ushered us outside along with Rick, Michonne, Carl, V, and Merle and we quickly ran out to the fences to see a car driving up.

We all took cover and aimed our weapons, ready for whatever was going to come out of that car. "It's Andrea!" Carl shouted from behind the truck. We all peeked out from our covers and saw Andrea hopping out of a car, killing the walkers closest to her with an axe. Rick and V quickly ran over and unlocked the fence, sliding it open and letting her inside.

Rick wasn't as rough with her this time, but still pressed about if she was alone. She said she wasn't and from what I could tell, no other surprises were going to emerge anytime soon. "Can I come inside?" Andrea asked.

We all exchanged glances, but everyone led her inside, besides V and Carl who were staying on watch. Everyone was now up and sitting in the cafeteria again like we did the first time Andrea came here. "It's the Governor, I talked to him and he's willing to negotiate." She breathed out.

"Did he say that?" Hershel asked.

"Yes. He wants to meet Rick tomorrow at dawn at some Feed and Seed warehouse." Andrea said while she pulled out a small map and handed it to Rick.

"What? Now he wants to negotiate? After he shot us up? Killed Axel?" Glenn hissed in a hard voice.

"He wants this to be over with just as much as you guys do and he's willing to make a truce with you." She argued.

"What's to say we go and he wont put a bullet in our heads? What's to say we wont put one in his?" I snapped at her, venom sneaking through my voice.

"Look we both have innocent people on the line here and all he is doing is trying to protect them, just like you." Andrea said to Rick, not looking over at me.

No one said anything, just exchanged glances at each other and then looking to Rick. "So you'll go?" Andrea pressed on. Rick shifted on his feet, looking at everyone, but then back at Andrea. "If he tries anything-"

"He wont." Andrea cut him off and Rick simply nodded. All I could think about was putting bullets in the Governor's men and then taking him hostage and making him suffer. Oh the things I could do to make him feel pain...

"I have to get back to Woodbury, but be there tomorrow at dawn." Andrea said, pointing to a spot on the map and then walked out along with Rick and Glenn. I started tapping my foot on the ground while I thought about all the possibilities of things that can go wrong with this.

As soon as Rick walked back into the cell block, I shot up and ran over to him. "Rick, what are you thinkin?" I asked.

"I'm thinking that if he'll leave the prison be, then I can talk about a deal." He said, facing me while he put his hands on his hips.

"Why not just go there with guns abasing and kill the son of a bitch? If you want this over with, that's your best bet." I said, getting a little riled up from the idea of causing the Governor pain.

"His men will just come after him, after us. And there are innocent people leaving in Woodbury. If he's willing to talk, I'll talk." He argued and then turned to walk away, leaving me standing there in anger.

The rumble of Daryl's motorcycle filled my ears as we drove down the quiet roads with Rick and Hershel following behind us in a car. It took me basically all last night and this morning to convince Daryl and Rick to let me come with them, but eventually I did. They mostly didn't trust me about not running inside and sending a bullet into the Governor's skull, but I had promised Rick I would let him figure this out. But, I had to be here, this was my fight, too.

As I clung onto Daryl shirt I felt that every muscle in his body was tense from anger as we got closer and closer to the Governor's meeting spot. He had agreed with me for a while to go in and kill everyone, but Rick had that convincing effect over him and Daryl was left fuming.

My hair slowly started to stop whipping in my face as Daryl slowed down and put his bike into park a little away from the meeting spot. My face was tingling from the cold early morning wind blowing on it, causing shivers to go down my spine.

I had changed into a long sleeve shirt and yoga pants before we came and still kept my big army jacket on, but I still felt chilled. Daryl walked over to me, noticing my shivers and zipped up my jacket like I was a child and then gave me a look that told me to not do anything stupid. I simply rolled my eyes at him and pulled out my machete as Rick motioned for Hershel to stay in the car and then joined up with Daryl and I.

Daryl let the way, since he had the quietest weapon, in a fast walk as we silently made our way behind the wall of a brick building. Once we got to the end of the wall, Daryl motioned us to stop and pointed at the building that the Governor was supposed to meet Rick in, but we had came a little early to scope it out. It was a blue-ish, gray colored building that looked old a rickety and was apparently used for cattle feed and seeds.

We all took off in a light and quiet run towards the back of the building. The land around us was most likely used as a ranch from the looks of it. We ran past another rickety building that was held up by wooden planks right next to the feed and seed warehouse the Governor was supposed to be in. We slowed down as we noticed a walker lying dead with a bullet hole in it's head. Daryl knelt down and showed us that the blood was fresh, meaning that someone was already here.

Rick walked to the back door of the building and pointed for us to go around the sides, to the front and scope it out while he went into see the Governor. We quietly went to the front of the store in a light jog while we checked our surroundings, but found nothing, which was quiet odd.

We met up with Hershel at the front of the building who had pulled the car around and rolled down his windows so he could hear us talk. "He's already in there. Just sat down with Rick." Daryl told Hershel.

"I don't see any other cars." Hershel said while we all looked around us. Something didn't make sense here.

"Yeah, it don't feel right.. Keep it runnin." Daryl said to Hershel right before we heard tires rolling to us in the distance. "Heads up!" Daryl tapped the truck of the car and aimed his crossbow at the car driving up to us. I pulled out my gun from the waistband of my pants and aimed it at them while Hershel got out of the car.

The car was reinforced with lights on the top and metal bars on the front of it, making it look like almost a cop car, but bigger. A Hispanic man got out of the drivers seat, along with Andrea in the passenger side and a man that looked too high class for the shitty world, coming out of the back. Both of the men eyed us as they got out and leaned against their car while Andrea walked over. "T'hell? Why's ya boy already in there?" Daryl snapped at them, keeping his weaponed aimed at the two men.

Andrea looked back to the Hispanic man and they both had confused looks on their faces. "He's here?" She asked. What the hell was he trying to pull?

"Yep." Was all Daryl responded, his focus was on the Hispanic man that looked much more threatening than the weird guy with glasses as Andrea walked into the building. Daryl kept his crossbow aimed at them and his muscles tense for a while, obviously wanting to kill them and leave, but he slowly pointed it down when he decided against it.

The sun started to come out higher and warmer in the sky as we all waited for their meeting to be over. I felt the sun start to beat down on me so I unzipped my jacket and threw it into the car. None of us broke eye contact besides the weird guy who was taking notes on some small notepad. It had seemed to be a while and I was starting to get antsy. "Maybe I should go inside?" I asked, wanting to go in, but not knowing if I could control myself once seeing the Governor. "No." Daryl stated as he gave me a hard look, not wanting for me to be in the same room as him.

"The Governor thought it best if they spoke privately." The high class looking guy said, making me snort a laugh. Who did this guy think he was? "Who the hell are you?" I asked him, cocking my head to the side.

"Milton Mamet. And that is Martinez." He stated pointing to the Hispanic man and then looked down to his notepad again.

"Great, he brought his butler." Daryl said as he walked over to me.

I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh at the perfect description Daryl came up with. "I'm his advisor." Milton stated.

"Geeze, you'd forget the world went to shit with this guy hanging around." I stated, feeling that this guy probably hadn't really experienced much with the shitty things in this new world. I caught Martinez's eye and scoffed as I saw him give me a once over, eyes lingering at my ass.

"What kind of advice?" Daryl asked in a mocking tone.

Milton took a deep breath like it was the most normal thing in a world to have an advisor right now. "Planning. Biters... Uh, sorry, I don't really feel like I need to explain myself to the henchman."

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine." Daryl snapped at him, not liking his stuck up attitude. I even found myself getting pissed at him calling Daryl names like he was better than everyone.

"Look, if you and I are going to be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favor... Shut your mouth." Martinez said with that same I'm-better-than-you voice. Daryl walked over to him and got in his face, not liking being challenged by him. They just looked at each other, neither of them going to back down and hell I loved the fact that it was my man challenging him.

"We don't need this! If things go south in there, we'll be at each others throats soon enough!" Hershel added, trying to get them to calm down. Martinez had a smirk on his face, but Daryl's was just hard set and rough as he sniffed and then turned away, walking towards me again. "Asshole." Daryl muttered under his breath as he stood next to me with his crossbow resting against his knee.

I was about to respond, but were cut off by the sound of the sliding door to the building being pulled open. Everyone turned to look at it, but only saw Andrea walk out with an exhausted look on her face and then go to sit down on a stump. Martinez walked over and slid the door shut behind her and went to sit down infront of his car.

I walked over and jumped up onto the hood of the car and sat down, holding my machete in my lap. I felt the Martinez's eyes on me and I turned my head and gave him a disgusted look, which he just smirked at. After a little while more of watching Daryl pace back and forth I could tell he was getting impatient as he let out multiple long breaths. "There's no reason for us while together to not explore the issue ourselves." Milton said, walking over to the middle of where we all were. I couldn't help but want to laugh at his outfit that made him look like he was getting ready to go to some tea party or somethin.

"Boss said to sit tight and shut up." Martinez snapped at him.

"Don'cha mean the Governor." Daryl mocked, earning a glare from Martinez.

"It's a good thing, them sitting down and talking about it.. They're gona work it out, nobody wants another battle." Milton ignored both of them.

"Wouldn't exactly call it a battle." Daryl shrugged.

"I would call it a battle, and I did." This Milton guy knew how to get on peoples nerves. "I recorded it." He held up his small little notebook.

"For what?"

"Somebody's got to keep a record of what we've gone through, it will be a part of our history." Milton said, making me snort a laugh and for everyone to look at me. He obviously hasn't had too much of the-end-of-the-world action if he thinks people are going to learn about this in a history class one year.

"That makes sense." Hershel added in.

"I've got dozens of interviews-" Milton walked foward to Hershel, excited to talk about his little notebook, but was cut off by the groans of walkers. I quickly jumped off the hood of the car, grabbing my machete and quickly running over to the walkers with Daryl and Martinez behind us.

Daryl and the man ran infront of me as I checked around the sides for walkers, but found none. "After you." Daryl said, signaling to the walker closest to them. Martinez just gave him a look. "Oh really? You first." He pointed to the walker with his baseball bat as I walked up to them and just pushed past them both, having the strong urge to kill something.

I slammed my machete right down the middle of the walkers head, sending blood squirting everywhere. "Pussy." Martinez said to Daryl, causing me to get angry at him.

"Hey jackass, watch behind you!" I snapped at him, causing him to turn around and notice the walker stumbling over to him. Daryl smirked as he stumbled backwards a little, but he quickly smashed his head in with a baseball bat.

He then looked back at me and took in my appearance, letting a smirk cross his lips as aparently being sweaty after killing a walker was attractive.. "Feisty little one aren't you, hun?" He teased before he swung his baseball bat around in his hands and walked by me, brushing his hand on my thigh. I jumped back at his touch, but before he could see my reaction he had walked past me and swung his baseball bat into the head of a walker, killing it in one swing.

He looked back at me with a smirk, obviously he was trying to impress me. I heard a growl come out of Daryl as he caught on to what this guy was doing and he quickly shoved past him, aiming his crossbow at the nearest walker and easily taking it out. Trying to prove he was better than Daryl, Martinez swung his bat playfully in his hands again and swung back handed, killing the walker in one swing.

He once again looked back at me before he moved forward to the other walkers. Daryl quickly sent and arrow through the side of the walkers head that he was just about to kill, causing it to take down that walker and the one behind it. I couldn't help but bite my lip as I watched Daryl then pull out his knife and throw it at the last walker that Martinez was just again about to take down. It was hot watching Daryl and even better how he was doing it to prove he was mine.

Martinez smirked playfully as he looked back and Daryl and I, but I quickly grew sick of him trying to hit on me and fuck with Daryl, so in one swift movement I moved and crashed my lips against Daryl's. It was obvious that Daryl hated showing affection in front of people, but wanting to prove a point to this guy he yanked me into him more and responded eagerly to the kiss. I felt a small fire ignite in the pit of my stomach as the kiss grew hungrier and hungrier, but we both broke away, knowing we were being watched.

Martinez had an almost shocked look on his face, but I quickly brushed off his gaze and saw two more walkers appear. I ran over bringing my machete up and sending it through the side of one's head, slamming it against the nearest wall. I yanked it out and did that again to the next one, but on the opposite side of the head and wall.

I smiled at my handy work, happy that I could take my built up anger out on something. I turned around and caught both Daryl and Martinez staring at me. "Hot." Martinez said, licking his lips.

"Shut it before I smash your head in, and don't think I'll fuckin hesitate." I hissed. He obviously heard the venom in my voice and took a step back, seeing something bad in my eyes.

I heard Daryl scoff at how I scared him away and I rolled my eyes as I turned, walking over to the walkers I just killed. I looked over them for any weapons, but instead I saw a familiar bulge in one of their shirt pockets. I crouched down over him and pulled out a box of cigarettes. With a slight smile I turned around and faced Daryl. "Hey Daryl, you got a lighter?"

He raised an eyebrow at me as he walked over, but I saw a smirk appear on his face when I held up the box of cigarettes. He took the box from me as I stood up and put one in his mouth before he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a lighter. He held them out to Martinez, offering him one. "Na, prefer menthol's." Martinez said, leaning against a pole.

"Douchebag." Daryl muttered as he pulled out another cigarette and put it in my mouth before lighting it for me along with his own. I gave him a slight smile as we both blew out our first puff, and damn did it feel good. Daryl put the box of cigarettes along with his lighter back into his pocket before looking back at Martinez. "You army or somethin?"

"Na, I just hate these things.. After what they did." He looked down at his bat. "To my wife.. Kids."

"Sucks." Daryl said, actually feeling bad for this guy. Martinez mumbled thanks and it was quiet as I enjoyed every drag of my cigarette. I turned so I was facing Daryl and blew a smoke ring in the shape of an 'O' in his face. I smirked as I saw him raise his eyebrows, impressed. He let out a little chuckle and threw his arm around my shoulders, bringing me into his side.

I was surprised that he was showing affection like this, but then again it was in front of a guy that we were planning on killing. I was watching Daryl smoke, which was very attractive, but turned my attention to Martinez when he talked. "You know this is a joke right? They're not going to work anything out.. Sure, they'll do their little dance, but tomorrow, the next day.. They'll give the word."

"I know." Was all Daryl said. I started to get worked up again, if everyone knew this then why weren't we just killing him right now?! Daryl seemed to sense that I was getting worked up again because he looked down at me. "Fi.." He said, knowing what was going through my head and not wanting me to break all hell loose.

"Fiona?" Martinez asked, now standing up straight. "You're Fiona?"

"Yeah, that's my name... So what?" I asked, both Daryl and I looking over to him.

"Boss hasn't shut up about you. He wants you something bad and I don't think he's going to give up until he's got you.." He stated and I felt Daryl's arm tense around me. "Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing was about you."

"Lets head back over there." I said and threw my cigarette on the ground, putting it out with my boot before I quickly walked away from the topic. Was this all because of me?

I heard Daryl and Martinez's footsteps follow me, Daryl's sounding closer. When I got back to the front of the building I walked over and leaned on the wall next to the door, resting my head back with my eyes closed, trying to not freak out. I heard Daryl lean by me, somehow knowing his presence would comfort me.

We all stood around in silence for a while longer, but everyone jumped when suddenly the door was slid open and the Governor walk out.

The grip on my axe became deadly and if it weren't for Rick walking out after him and standing in front of Daryl and I, either one of us would have killed him by now. As the Governor got into his car along with Milton, Martinez, and Andrea, Daryl and I both stormed over to his motorcycle and hopped on. I tried to avoid the fact that the Governor's stare was burning holes in my back and waited patiently for Rick and Hershel to get in the car.

When they did we drove off in our separate ways from the Governor, everyone on edge from the meeting. I tried to let the wind clear my head as we drove on, but the same one thought was sticking to my mind, making my grip on Daryl's shirt grow stronger.

This was all about me... This was my fault.

Hey guys! So this chapter wasn't all that exciting, but I just wanted to get it up! I also just started my Norman Reedus story, called With Me Tonight, so check it out if you want and tell me if you like it!:)