You guys can criticize all you like I really don't mind.

Just something-anything to see what you all think.

I am dying over here

I stepped into to cell block C and something felt immediately right. Not only did it feel right but it felt safe. The locked doors, the gates, the quiet, it all just fit so perfectly. Everyone was wearily walking in holding onto their things finding a cell that looked seemingly decent. I knew at once Daryl would oppose to sleeping in one of the cells, but I would do anything with him and if that meant giving up even safer measures than that's fine. I held my little bag in my hand as I walked up the steps slowly watching as Daryl made a makeshift bed. All around me the group was cozying themselves up in separate rooms. "So the floor it is?" I said quietly walking up one step at a time suddenly exhausted.

He looked up at me his eyes told me I had interrupted his moment of comfort. "Rose, you take one of those rooms. Go with Beth or Rick or someone I'm not having you on this floor."

"I want to be with you," I told him reaching the top of the steps dropping my belonging next to his. "No matter what the situation." I fell to my knees first to position myself next to his warm body.

"Just for tonight." He said sternly holding onto me almost too tight. "Then you go sleep in one of the cells."

I buried my face into his chest over whelming emotion flooding over me. "Not without you."

"I'll think about it," he grumbled chuckling lightly. I started to lightly laugh with him, but that turned into sobs and I was crying my eyes out into his shirt. For reasons I could not fathomed to try and figure out.

"I hate that you're going back in there." I sighed tucking away a piece of fly-away hair of his.

He gave me a reassuring smile. "Now you know how I feel half the time."

"Yeah but I have the right to worry." I smiled back resting my hand on his cheek.

Daryl pulled me into his arms. "Just because I am a man does not mean I should not worry."

I buried my face in his chest. "I love you."

"I love you more." I felt his lips on the top of my head.

I pulled away letting go of him. "I love you most." Then he was off into the tombs with Rick, Hershel, T-Dog, Glenn, and Maggie. Someone was tugging at my hand pulling me back.

"Come on," Beth instructed me. "You'll sit there all day." I furrowed my eyebrows at her as she guided me into her cell. "I know what happened that day back at the farm, with you head. I just want to make sure you don't hurt yourself again or waste your time in front of a iron gate." She sat down on her bed staring at me.

"Why?" I asked. I talked to Beth once at the farm and that was the last day we were all on it. I had told her I was going to the barn to get some air and think about what Daryl had said. Other than that we had both been quiet while on the road before we came across the prison. The blonde girl was only seventeen-five years my junior. I was surprised by my lack of trying to befriend her.

Beth shrugged. "I just thought maybe we could be friends."

I stared at her wanting to smile but I held back. "Why?"

She chuckled at my questioning. "We're in the middle of an apocalypse and someone asked to be your friend and you are so unwilling to accept." She sighed. "We'll be in this prison for a long time and up to this point I thought you hated me."

"I don't-why would I-what?" It was my turn to laugh.

"I don't know…" she trailed off. "I thought you hated me for telling Daryl you were in the barn."

"Beth," I crossed the room taking the Greene into my arms. "I never hated you and I never will."

"Honestly I was getting real tired of doing laundry with Carol and her telling me about her boring job before the walkers." She rolled her eyes after we had released each other.

I opened my mouth to say something back but the iron gate swung open and Hershel was rushed in on a metal tray. I felt Beth rush past me and of course I followed her into his cell a room over. "Oh my…" I gasped staring at his severed leg now furiously bleeding. "What happened?"

"He got bit." Rick said without looking at me "Here," He instructed taking my hands and pressing it to where his leg should have been. "Hold it there." I could already feel the blood seeping onto my hands as I pressed on the wound. He would bleed out if we did not stop this now, and where had Rick gone? Rick returned with a white cloth, which resembled a pillow case, and swapped our hands out so he was now pressing on the stump.

Beth pressed herself onto me. "Is he going to die?"

I wrapped my arm around her pulling her under my wing, not just in the physical meaning. "No. Your dad is a tough son of a bitch." She was trembling. I wanted to grab her hand but Hershel's blood covered my palms and fingers.

"It's you're lucky day fellas," Daryl's voice rang through my ears and my hold on Beth dropped as I left Hershel's room in a hurry to find him. "You've been pardon by the state of Georgia." He was talking to someone and maybe by the state of the still locked door I shouldn't go over there but I needed too. I needed to make sure he was okay something that would kill me one of these days. I walked up to the door sliding my hands around the cold, metal beams and looked out at him as he had his crossbow pointed in full defense mode at former prisoners.

"Don't be telling me what my concern is." One of the said pulling out a gun Daryl quick to take action lifted his weapon up further. I gripped the beams tighter.

"Daryl." I spoke quietly from the locked door. His grip faltered on his crossbow and he held now a scared expression on his face. "Daryl, come back in here."

"Why don't you listen to your little lady," the one said still holding a gun.

Daryl stepped towards him shaking with anger trying to keep his crossbow centered. "Rose. Get out of here."

My hands were shaking against the door as I tried to open it blood smearing on the metal. "Please Daryl, I don't have keys. Let me in there or come back in here."

"Rick!" Daryl shouted suddenly and hands wrapped around my middle pulling me away from to doors.

"Just stay put a minute please," Rick told me carefully carrying me to one of the cells and setting me on the bed inside it then he took off by Daryl. My heart was pounding in my chest as I listened to the two groups argue why or why not the other should say. The gun in the prisoner's hand kept flashing in my mind and I kept waiting to hear the sound of the bullet leaving it's hone. But when I strained my ears hard enough I caught nothing. They went silent.

I pushed off the bed shuffling over to where everyone was huddled around Hershel's inert body. I involuntarily grabbed Beth's hand in mine giving it a tight squeeze. She gave a choked cry and buried herself in my chest.

"You need to not do things like that Rose." He spoke picking up his bag from the ground.

Instead of moving he stared at me waiting for my response. "I was worried…I wanted to make sure you were okay."

He sighed stepping towards me. "I know darlin' but you could have gotten hurt." He reached down and grabbed my hand.

"I'm sorry Daryl. I just get a weird impulse when it comes to you." I told him quietly as he led me to one of the cells. "I didn't think it would have escalated any further."

Daryl placed his things on the small desk in the room finally relieved to have somewhere to put everything he once had to carry. He turned to the cell door closing it slowly. "They're still in the prison somewhere. I don't want you wandering around unless you're with someone." He commanded as he locked the door with his set of keys before placing them on the table and turning to me grabbing my hands in his. He always had to be touching a part of me, either my hands or shoulders and head. He need to know I would never stray far from him. Not because of fear of my death, but fear of me letting go of him. I hoped he knew that was never an option for me. "I know you can take care of yourself and you don't need to be watched over like a child and that's not my mind set. For the time being until we know more I would just feel better if you were with someone."

"As long as it's you," I smiled stepping towards him leaning up to press my lips to his. He whimpered into my mouth and for the first time he was weak in my arms. Warmth spread throughout my body as I had realized those walls he had once built so high for me and for everyone had come tumbling down. He didn't need to protect himself from people who cared about him. Of course he was still my strong, gallant Daryl, but this time he wouldn't ever have to doubt his feelings. He would never have to doubt my feelings. I took a step backwards towards the bed collapsing back onto it. My hands stayed locked around his neck as my legs involuntary wrapped themselves around his waist. His arms pushed us back so my head was resting on the pillow.

He pulled away from me his fingers trailing along my abdominal area pushing my shirt up. "I love you."

"I love you more," I told him my breathing uneven.

"I love you most." He gave me one last look of sincerity until we divulged into sinful acts.