Tell me what you guys are thinking! What's going on in those beautiful heads of yours!

lot's of love xoxo-kate

"Sit down," He said guiding me to a green leather couch. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder and so was a blanket patched with different colors of quilt. He helped me ease my tender body into the chair.

"Thank you." I told him not because I was trying to be polite but he scared me into responding with respect. I had fainted in the room I was once imprisoned. Philip, who he now told me was his name, blamed it on my refusal to eat and the fact I had always given my portions to Lori when really I should have been eating them. I was eating for two. I was looking out for two. I was caring for two. Me…and the baby. I refused to actually believe I was with child, but I wasn't about to punch myself in the gut to prove it. I would wait until I got symptoms until my assumptions were true. He believes I am. That's why he was so quick to take care of me when I passed out. Why he was so keen to keep me close to him. My mind wandered to Daryl. What would he think of the situation? My stomach churned as my misses for him increased. I just wanted to be back in the prison cell with him and his strong arms holding me as we laughed to something Hershel said or Carol did. Instead I'm being held captive by an obsessive, freighting, powerful man.

He sat down on the arm of the chair handing me a glass of water. "How are you feeling?" he smiled brushing away the hair on my forehead with the back of his hand.

I tentatively took the glass bringing the water to my lips and sipping lightly. "Better. It's nice to not be sitting in that chair hours on end." I tried not to sound totally disgusted by the whole turn of events.

"I'm sorry," He frowned tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Things are going to be good from now on. I'll take care of you and the baby."

I gulped looking down. The way he said that made me awfully uncomfortable. A gunshot went off close down below on the street and he jumped up rushing to the window. "What is it?" I asked trying to stand up.

He took long strides back towards me pushing my shoulders down so I was restrained in the chair. "It's nothing. Just stay here, don't leave this room. I'll be right back." He commanded then leaned forwards pressing his lips to my forehead.

I waited until he left to shiver.

I don't know what made me stay seated in the chair. Philip perhaps had scared me into obeying…or maybe I was scared to get shot at in the streets below…or I knew even if Daryl was the one causing the chaos down there how would I ever find him. An hour had passed as I sat here thinking of a plan but nothing seemed logical. Staying here didn't seem that bad. I was itching just to get back to the prison but all my attempts to leave fell through. Then the door opened. A dark woman had walked into the room, looked around, and grabbed a chair taking a seat in front of the door. "Who are you?" I asked standing up taking steps towards her gingerly. "Why are you here?" I asked edging closer to her. "What do you want?" then I saw the sword in her hand. "Are you here to kill Philip?" That made her look at me and she nodded curtly. "Did you shoot that gun?" She just shrugged it was really angering me how she would never use words. "Did you see a Korean man and a girl?"

She jumped to her feet grabbing my arm. "You're Daryl's girl. That one he was shouting about on the way here." She sighed. "I didn't recognize you from when I saw Merle drive away with you guys. I don't think I saw your face."

"Daryl was shouting about me?" I my voice was failing on me at the mention of him.

"Going on and on about how much he's going to make whoever took you suffer," she smiled at me; something that seemed like it was hard to do. "Don't worry I'll get you out of here."

"Thank you," I told her and this wasn't forced as the one I told Philip. This was real. "He's obsessed with me," I told her in a hushed whisper trying to stop from trembling. "He scares me." She didn't say anything but instead we sat there in silence waiting for Philip to return so she could seek revenge. I tuned on my heels feeling the rumbling sensation building in my stomach. The quick movement made the room begin to spin, my vision was blotchy, and my feet where struggling to hold my body. "I need to eat. I haven't…I haven't had anything." I slurred trying to keep a thought. I made my way for the kitchen everything seeming to be in slow motion. The dark woman footsteps faded as she began to explore his things looking for a sign of when he would return. The kitchen seemed awfully bright as I wandered into looking over at the food available on the counter tops. It was mostly fruit and bread products. My fingers grasped onto an apple as I could already feel the feint coming on as to ground was crumbling beneath my feet.

Someone took the apple from my hands and set it on the table. "Not now sweetheart." He said wrapping his arms around me guiding me to the floor. "Just sleep." He told me quietly setting me on the ground.

"I have to-have to…two." Was all I could muster out before my vision spotted out and became all black.

It was like being held down; being held down by such a superior force that never slipped up and loosened its grip. Even when you thought it was okay to try and wiggle your way from its grasp it's just pushed down harder on you. That's how I felt. That's how he made me feel. I was close to being free, close to being back with my Daryl, but I had awoken to a dim lighten room with his face smiling down at me. "Hello beautiful," he greeted as though it was the most casual thing in the world. I tried to sit up and get away from him, but his hand was on my leg pushing me down. "I brought you some food to eat." He said handing over a bowl or what seemed to be soup. I did not want to feint again so I took it without question. It was barley warm and the carrots in it were soggy but I ate it wishing I could force all the nutrition in it to the child in my stomach…even if there wasn't one there.

"What happened to your eye?" I asked him reaching up and touching the side where a white bandaged covered his eye.

He glared as he focused downward. "I was attacked by the terrorist who tried to overtake Woodbury."

"Oh…" I trailed off recoiling my hand and continued to eat. "What happened to that woman that was in here?" I tried to keep as less as hope as possible.

"She was the one who attacked me." He grumbled. I looked down to try and contain the smirk forming on my face then the thought struck me. I was stranded here. She was my only way out of the weird imprisonment of mine and now she was gone possibly dead by the hands of my captor. Were Glenn and Maggie alright? Did Daryl make it out alive? Would he ever come back to get me? Would I have to spend the rest of my days here? I knew it was safer here than the prison. I knew how much I wouldn't have to worry here. I knew how smart it would be to have the baby here if there was one growing inside me, but I needed my family and they were all back in that prison. Philip took the empty bowl from me and placed it to the side. He brought his hand back setting it on my midriff pushing my shirt up. He looked at me an almost playful smile on his face as he beamed at my stomach. "Hey there little guy." He cooed rubbing circles on the skin.

I felt the soup preparing itself to come back up as I watched this disgusting scene in front of me. "I am not pregnant" saying the word aloud made me shiver. "Test can be wrong sometimes and if I'm right I'd only be two weeks along. That's not very far along." I sighed.

His face remained in a smug smile. "For the sake of the both of yours health let's just take the precautions." He pulled down my shirt with some plea of the child wanting to be warm even though I was smart enough to know this 'child' was barley the size of a pea. Then he grabbed my hands. "I have something to show you." He pulled me up from the bed wrapping and arm around my waist to keep me steady. "Everyone from the town will be there." He kept blabbering on and on about how great the town was, but I blocked his words out by the time we reached the door of his little flat. His infatuation with me was grinding my gears. Not just because I really just wanted to leave, but because it happened over the course of a few days at most. He had formed some sick idea I was somehow his wife and that I never passed away. I knew he knew that wasn't true but he liked to pretend it was. The scariest was his dreams he had with my unborn child. Philip had this idea we could be a family. It terrified me. He brought me behind the building where one of his men was waiting with a watchful eye for me. "Don't take your eyes off her." He demanded then walked away leaving me confused as he headed towards the shouting crowd just beyond the wall of this building.

It was quiet. And I was fine leaning against the wall of the building. Until I heard the Governor shout. "Merle's own brother!" Everything happened so quick. My heart began to pump as I went to run out to where they were, but one of his men grabbed me from behind holding me in place as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Daryl!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Daryl!" the crowd was too loud. My voice was too feeble.

Another one of his men came running around the corner panting. "Bring her out there." He pointed to where he had just came from. I was pushed forward stumbling on my own feet as his hand stayed twisted in my shirt. Then I turned the corner and the scene came into view. The town sat in bleachers as Philip stood in the middle between Daryl and Merle.

"Brother against brother, fight to the death." He spoke in that cold voice of his a smug look on his face. The same look he had as he ran his hand along my stomach, I cringed. Philip looked back at me and smirked. "A little incentive," he took long strides towards me grabbing me by the neckline of my shirt yanking me towards the middle of this man made arena. "Winner claims his prize and life." He bellowed throwing me to the ground near the Dixon's brother's feet.

I coughed dust clouds following me as I rolled to a stop. "Rose?" his voice question as he bent down to dust me off. I looked up at him, his beautiful eyes shining with sadness. I gave a mixture of a cry and shout as I jumped up to meet his awaiting arms. "I love you Rose," he whispered into my ear before I pulled away pressing my lips hard against his.

"Enough!" Philip shouted and grabbed me by my hair pulling me away. An elbow met my face as he hit me to knock me to the ground. I heard people shouting but my ears were ringing and I was trying to stop blood from pooling out of my nose. I tried to get them to stop egging him on but my voice was too small and all I could do was watch and know if Daryl went down I would go down with him. "Enough." He said through gridded teeth wrapping his hand around the back of my shirt pulling me to my feet. I was clinging to air trying to force it into my lungs and the blood spilling between my teeth out. Once more a cold gun was pressed to my temple. "Fight." He commanded them.

Merle was the one to throw the first punch.

"Lemmego!"I shouted wiggling in Philips grasp. Merle and Daryl were laying punches on each other forcibly and I couldn't deny my fright in one of them killing the other.

Philip pulled me back his jaw meeting my shoulder, his lips pressed to my ear. "You shut your mouth or no one lives."

"I'd rather die than be around you any longer." I spat blood at his feet trying to get as far away from him as possible. A look of hurt flashed over his eyes before he handed me off to another solider. Walkers were brought out and placed in this death pit. The soldier watching me was forced to restrain my body before I ran out to grab Daryl away from Merle's fist. I couldn't stop sobbing and screaming for them to stop. "Philip stop! Please stop!" I cried out trying to lift myself from this man's hold on me. Blood and tears streaked my face as I panicked.

Then a gunshot went off.

Smoke bombs filled the arena with thick white fog. I could just make out Philip's face rushing to find the source, but someone had already grabbed my hand pulling me away from the chaos. I didn't need to look. I knew it was him. The way his hand was perfectly fitted to hold mine, the way he didn't need to ask, or stop to check if I was alright. We were talking in our heads. Merle lead the way out of Woodberry all of us deciding in silence he knew the way out best. "Are you okay?" he asked me slightly panting as we took off into the woods.

"Yea…I think so." I told him not really sure myself.

"Did he hurt you at all?" Daryl looked at me sideways as if asking two questions in one.

I fought back the tears pricking in my eyes as I saw that smug smile on his face when he touched my stomach. My stomach where my baby was, our baby. How would I even begin to explain something I barely knew about myself? I didn't really know for sure if I was with child, but of course it was always best to be truthful from the start. "No," I shook my head. "Except for that elbow to the face back there." I wiped the blood drying beneath my nose. I spotted the road way up ahead already picturing the brewing conflict about to come. I turned off my hearing as we approached Glenn and the dark woman from before both pulled their weapon pointed at Merle. Of course they had the right to be totally pissed about the whole situation I didn't pay too much mind. I could feel my doom coming as the forest began to spin. My knees began to quiver and I could feel my throat vibrating as I spit out nonsense. The feint was coming quickly and unexpected as fresh, new blood oozed out of my nose. "I need…two…" I trailed off leaning myself against the tree watching them go back and forth, but then Merle went down. Watching him fall made my world flip and I came tumbling down right after him.