I shoved my shirt into my small bag. It used to be a white color but countless washes with blood mixed into had turned it a soft pink. I sighed remembering I had worn this the first day I met Daryl. I was wearing a jacket over it and another shirt but it was still on me. How far we have come sense then; thinking back I may have lost that jacket along the way. There were more clothes and canned apples along with a small photo I found under my pillow when I removed the sheets to pack away. It was of Keegan and I way back into our teen years. I was thirteen and he had just turned nineteen and getting ready to go back off to college. That was the day Martin was arrested. He took me out to a cheesy, immature restaurant to tell me where he was going and how long he would be gone, a year; a whole year without my brother all from his ambition on becoming a lawyer. I wished for the day I would not need him so much to protect me but the world was so much scarier back then. That day has come though, I do not need him to protect me. The world was scarier back when I was littler but much more frightening now and I grew out of my habit of relying on him. It did not stop the tear from plopping down onto the picture and flinging down onto the floor. I did not need him that did not mean I did not miss him. He was my brother; my love for him was unconditional. Something was draped over my shoulders and when I looked around Daryl was behind me smiling. "I don't have much." I sniffed wiping my nose with the back of my sweater.

"Do you miss him?" he asked a sad gleam in his eyes.

I looked back at him. "Missing him is not a priority."

"You talk about him when you sleep. I stay up, and I watch you toss and turn crying out for him. I don't want to be mad at him but I don't understand how he could do that to you..." he trailed off realizing this was not something I wanted to talk about at the moment. "You sure you want to do this?" he grabbed my bag for me and leading me out of our cell. "They're still here if you want to go."

I shook my head giving the empty cell block one last glance before walking outside. "No, I want to stay here."

"Please don't!" Beth cried out running into my arms. "What if you get hurt? Please come with us!"

Daryl had walked to the car pushing my bag into the pile with the others. "I will be okay Beth." I pulled the girl's forehead to my lips, "And so will you. We'll see each other sooner than you think. You can go with Carl, we need to hold the front out there too." She buried her face into my chest. I wanted to comfort her but Hershel pulled her away from me.

"Come on. We best be getting out of here." He lead her towards the cars.

I watched them drive away. The only sure chance of safety had left me here. I tried to be okay with it. Daryl's hand was in mine in an instant dragging me back into prison so we could set our plan in action. Rick had given the idea of leading The Governor's army into the tombs before basically unleashing an army of walkers onto them. It could totally work if they did not fine us. Daryl and I had to spilt up in order for this to work and I hated that, but we had to win. Rick, Daryl and I would go into different sections of the tomb where we knew walkers lied just beyond that door. All along our way there we had to give off noise to lead Philip's army deeper into their doom. My fingers were crossed the whole way into the death chamber. "Listen to me," Daryl said quickly grabbing my face in his hands. Rick kept moving forward when we paused. "If you get into a situation you run do you understand me? You run as fast as you can and you try to get out of here to safety. Don't let him get you; don't let those walkers get you. Be smart and careful and just be ready to run as fast as you can. Don't you worry about coming to find me." His lips crashed onto mine and I could feel moisture from his skin as it fell from his eyes. I have only seen him cry once before. "I love you so much, and not a day goes by I am grateful for letting you into my life. You are the best thing that has-" he paused to sniff, "-ever happened to me. No other person comes even close to my heart as you do. I am sorry for pushing you away when Merle died, I am sorry for not allowing you freedom, I am sorry for ever being a jerk to you, and I am sorry for always caring way too much about you. You'll be the death of me you know that. If I die today I want you to know that you are my entire world. You have taken over every piece of me possible that could be occupied. I need you to get out of this okay even if I am dead and gone you need to keep breathing. As long as you keep breath I will always be happy."

I was sobbing as I banged on his chest. "Stop! You are going to be fine! I am going to be fine! Stop talking like we're goi-!" he shut me up by kissing me again. I wanted to stop crying but his words were hitting my heart like burning cannonballs of fire. He cared so much about me he would force me to go on without him. I wonder if he knew I would do the same. If my death had ever come early I would always want him to continue on despite our attachment to each other. I wonder if he knew I could never leave him in here if trouble came upon us. He thinks it would be easy to run away from him, but it never was. That's why I was in this mess with him today. "I love you too Daryl." I sighed squeezing him tighter. Rick has disappeared off to his station or otherwise I would not have broken down. Not in front of him, not now. "We're going to make it out of this in one piece. Both of us, or not at all. Honestly you think I would just leave you in here."

"I wanted to make sure you would come back to me." He swiped his thumb across my cheeks riding my face of my tears.

"Why do you think we are in this situation?" I smiled though the tears kept coming, "Because I can't stop coming back to you."

"Once this is over with we're getting married." He smirked before taking off leaving me standing there alone confused as hell. I walked off though trying to regain focus avoiding thinking about what could possibly go wrong. I sat on the floor in the tombs, in semi-darkness, listening; listening for walkers, for the army, for any sign of danger or even life for that matter for an hour mostly. Then the prison shook and I knew shit was getting real. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to listen but everything was so hazed. I could make out the gun fire from above as they made their way into the prison and then everything went silent. I could guess they were searching through C-Block for traces of us remaining there. That was Daryl's cue and I could hear the soft tap on metal. I could picture him running now closer to where Rick was. I waited; my turn coming sooner, as we foreshadowed the army was bound to split up entering the tombs. I waited one more minute before giving of my taps then taking off. I ran as fast I could towards where Rick made the checkpoint running as quiet as humanly possible. Then I stopped meeting my end zone. The smoke bomb exploded a little ways away from and I could hear my breaths becoming shallower as adrenaline pumped through my veins. Rick must have been long gone by now heading back to Glenn and Maggie outside in case they needed back-up. Daryl cue was set and the sirens sounded, it pleased me he was at least safe inside somewhere. My grip on the door tighten as I swung it open unleashing the walkers within. They, of course, went immediately to where all the commotion was going on leaving me totally unnoticed behind the door. I took off in the other direction heading to where Daryl ought to be in the control room. I knew The Governor's army would not come close to venturing down here but that didn't allow me to put my gun away.

"Daryl!" I panted swinging the door open. He was nowhere near here. He must have turned them on and left the tombs to find Rick. I quickly walked over to the sirens and shut them off not wanting to attract more walkers like the day when Lori died. I groaned wondering where he could of went but no such idea came into my mind. I sprinted off making my way out of the tombs through the exit in the control rooms. This led out to the back area of the prison where we found a courtyard with basketball hoops and some weight lifting gear. If I took that exit through the cafeteria and into cell block-A I could make it back to cell block-C, so that's what I did. None of it made sense. Why would Daryl leave his post in the control room? I heard gunshots ringing about as C-block was approaching nearer. Maggie and Glenn must be firing at them to leave. I wonder if they were hitting us back…I was stupid. I was so stupid. I should have stayed in the tombs where I was supposed to be. Instead I wanted to find Daryl all because of his dumb speech about him not making it though this even though we both knew he was our toughest. Our plan was working so well until I freaked out and wanted to find him. I was so stupid. Walking out in the courtyard watching as The Governor's army was fleeing. They were fleeing. They were shooting at Maggie and Glenn, but we were winning. I was stupid. I was stupid leaving myself vulnerable out in that courtyard.

I screamed. I screamed load as excruciating pain shot up my leg, and then my side. I screamed out gargling on my own words. I just screamed. Not feeling anything except agony.

I was so stupid

Daryl's P.O.V.

"Rose!" I called out leaving the control room. "Rose!" I knew The Governor's men were long gone out of here. I had to fine her. I had to make sure she was okay. I could just hear the army fleeing the tombs into the open fire. We were in the clear. "Rose?" She was not in her spot where she was supposed to stay. Why did she never stay where she supposed to? The sirens I had just set off suddenly went silent and I knew, then, something was wrong. I sprinted all the way back to where I had just come from hoping she was still in there after shutting them off but she was not. She was looking for me; I knew that in a second. It's my entire fault. If I would have never said anything to her she would not have been worried something may happen. I got into her head.

I was so stupid.

I pushed out of the control room door into the basketball court and through A-block making my way towards C-block. Faint noises of gunshots rang through my ears as Maggie and Glenn shot at the army hoping to chase them out of here. "Rose." I sighed relief spreading throughout me as I exited the door leading into C-block. The smile spread across my face realizing we both were going to make it out of this alive as she came into my view

I was so stupid.

Her leg gave a jerk to the side and then her whole body trembled causing her to tumble to the ground. She was screaming. "No!" I cried out running to her. It was The Governor. His car was the last to pull out of the prison and no doubt he would want the last word, in this case, the last shot. She was bleeding heavily from her left leg just on her upper thigh and another wound was just under the right breast. I quickly removed my belt fastening it above the wound on her leg to stop the bleeding. I did not know what else to do. "Maggie!" I shouted. "Glenn!" They had to be here. I need their help. My hands were already drenched in her blood as I tried to stop her from shaking so much. I cannot lose her now, not after everything.

"Oh my god!" Maggie shrieked falling down beside me.

"Help me."

"We need to get those bullets out of there and stop the bleeding." She said tears falling down her face. She tried to straighten up as she applied pressure to the gun shot wound on Rose's side. Glenn refused to look at her keeping an eye out for any sign of The Governor's return.

"D-D-Dar-" Rose began to whimper staring at me as she shook. She gave a groan clutching onto her stomach.

I grabbed her hands to stop her from messing with the wound. "Come on Rose. Just hang on a little longer. Hershel is on his way back he is going to help you. Please Rose just keep breathing." I whispered dipping my face near here to kiss her on the forehead. Her blood coated my skin burning at the flesh each time she jerked with pain."Be strong for me sweet heart. Keep breathing. Keep fighting." She was hemorrhaging something that happened when amounts of blood were in the process of being lost. "You can't leave me now. I just lost my brother I can't lose you too."

She tried to speak but blood tricked from her mouth and she gargled on her own breaths. How long did she have? Could she survive? We had to get her inside. Where was Hershel? "I-I-I-" she sighed before closing her eyes rolling her head to the side.

"Maggie!" I sobbed looking to the girl for an answer. "Help her!"

Maggie looked scared as she check for a pulse. "She is alive Daryl, she just passed out. Help me get her inside."

It was easier to deal with everything once she had stopped shaking. Seeing her there lying in her own blood shaking made me anxious and freaked out. I had to keep her alive. I shoved my hands under her body ready to pick her up when I heard something. "Get away from her!" someone was running at us and I heard Glenn load his gun at his side. "Get away from her!' A man was running up the gravel path towards us. Glenn raised his gun at the young man since I did not have it in me to defend myself. He stopped immediately throwing his hands into the air. "Please," he pleaded looking back and forth to each of our faces. I had seen him before…

I gasped.

"That's my sister."

I am so excited for the next few chapters ! eep

Also, I will be introducing a character soon or two so look of for them

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