Really short chapter I know guys I am sorry. I just added this one in as a filler just so you can see what sort of things are going on post-shot.
Hope you still like the story and stuff.
Forgive me xoxo-kate

My hands were moving in and out of my focus like red blurs of dust. It smelled like blood, but it smelled like her blood making sitting there excruciatingly painful. How much could I do to help her? Could I take away her pain like she wished to do to me? Why must I be locked away from her? These questions, my questions were angering me, and at the same time dipping my being in deep sadness. The clicking of metal was not helping setting my teeth in a mode to grind them together, blood like iron was drenching the room with its smell; so much blood. How could that much blood come out of such a small body? Rick would not allow me in the cell she was in while they operated on her. He was afraid I would lose it and mess things up. I tried to stay calm, for the most part. How could you stay calm not knowing is she would be alive in the next hour? My mind was slipping away from me and I tried to keep a hold of it with anger. Anger was all I felt truly. Not at myself for making her doubt my safety, not at her for running out in the open, no, not any of these things. I was angry at her brother. A man I had never met yet this anger flowed out of me like thick smoke from a chimney ready to blow. He knew something was wrong catching my glare occasionally when I was not aimlessly gathering my sanity thinking about absolutely nothing in particular. Glenn had watch over him sense I suddenly was 'in no shape to defend.' My mind was plagued with her death whispering me secrets of her doomed time. Shaking the feelings was not possible always being reminded she was on death row with that constant clinking of utensils. "Can I help you?" his voice; so similar, yet so different.

I looked up meeting his gaze just across the cell block. My face was wrinkled with dried blood; I had not bothered to wash up. "With?"

"Well," he stood up despite Glenn's weariness. "You've been staring at me with an evil glare for the last hour and you look like you might puke."

I pushed up to my feet feeling vulnerable on the ground. "If you did not notice the smell is infecting this room and it doesn't make it better it's her blood."

"Why does her blood make a difference?" Keegan crossed his arms.

"Because…" Why did it matter? It was Rose's blood, didn't that make the difference in the world? She should never be bleeding, she should never be in pain, but how could I describe that to her older brother. He would never understand.

He smiled something similar to Rose. "Loss of words huh?"

"I do not really like smelling my girlfriend's blood to be honest." I snapped back.

Keegan's composer fell as he clenched his fist trembling with anger. His sister's men attention would always set him into a frenzy "Your what?" he stomped towards me but Glenn clicked his gun pointing it at him. Keegan eyed Glenn quickly then halted his movements not wanting to die, at least until his sister was awake.

"My girlfriend." I replied. "Or do I have to spell it out for you." This time I crossed my arms. "Why does it matter to you anyways who she is with? It did not matter to you when you left her in that car."

"Oh so this is what this is about…" he trailed off. I thought it would take a lighter note seeing Keegan as a man who did not seem one to truly start a brawl about trivial matters but his face was red with aggravation. "I did what I did to protect her! I did what I did to save her! She would have died without my help! I did my duty as her older brother!"

"Duty!? Help!? You left her alone in a car by herself. That is not how you help someone! She could have died there for all you cared." Glenn backed away. I think he realized his input on this fight would not matter."She cried countless amounts of times to me feeling abandoned by you, feeling betrayed, feeling like you never loved her. Who does that to a poor girl?"

Keegan threw his hands in the air. "I wanted her to become independent without me so she would not be such a poor, innocent girl. All she ever was was scared of everything especially with me around to make everything she hated go away. I was right to do what I did."

"You did not help her! She helped herself become independent. Her will power led her to internal strength not your forced solitude!" I was trembling with anger. "She could have chosen to remain a coward, I was always there for her protection and she knew that, yet her she is braver than ever before because of her own choices on what course her life takes."

Keegan raised an eyebrow. "Does she cower?" I shook my head. "Does she have nightmares about Martin?"

"Barley speaks of him." I replied

"Then it worked."

I lost it. Too much emotion built up inside me. Anger at him for putting Rose through so much, grief from Merle, shock for Rose being shot, fright from the baby; I could not contain it anymore. A Mento was just dropped into the Coke bottle I called my emotional barrier. I lunged at Keegan landed my first upon his cheek bone. He staggered backwards holding his face. "If I had never saved her from that car she would have died! It was me who helped her not you! She wanted to fight, her decision worked not your death sentence! You are selfish! You are cruel! She will never forgive you!" I punched him again catching his refusal to fight back. "Fight back you coward! Fight back!" He was on the ground blood oozing from his nose as he continued to take these hits from me. Why couldn't he just hit me and fight back? Why was he so content with no defending himself? I jerked backwards collapsing to the ground breathing heavily feeling moisture coming from my eyes. I wiped them away quickly. He would never see me cry.

"Because…" he spit to the side a puddle of blood. "I would not be able to stop." He pushed off the ground handling his bruising face with ease as if the pain was neutral. "I do not think Rose would want me killing her boyfriend." His hand wrapped around mine and pulled me up. "I know you must be feeling a lot because I am too, but we need to handle things calmly until she wakes up. I hope you can understand why I did what I did. I would not want us to not get along because Rose would not want that." His grip on my released. "Haven't you made a decision you regretted?"

Yes. The same one you did…

Her face was pale; white as a sheet resembling a ghost. Slender, moving with the wind carried by whispers of sorrow. She wobbled slightly sipping water with caution trying to stop shaking. It was almost as if she would blow like dust away with the catching breeze. "Daddy said she is going to be okay." Beth's mout quivered up at me dark circles under her eyes.

"Thank you Beth," I patted the blonde girl on the shoulder. "You have done so much."

"I am just happy Rose and I have to same blood type." She gulped down the rest of the water. "Takes a lot out of me though...I feel like I may pass out."

I frowned. "Go lie down, you've given a lot."

"No," Beth shook her head toying at the empty cup on its side. "I need to help my father clean her up and find more medical supplies." I found myself lowering my bottom onto the bench table's seat along side her. "Have you talked to her brother?"

"Well...sort of...but not about that." My fingers folded over each other as my eyes darted everywhere but her sad face. "I was hoping he would never have to find out but that can never be."

She chuckled coughing right after to sound caught in her throat. "Not even an idiot would not think she is with child. He is bound to have known. I heard you two fighting, that is why I asked."

"Yeah well him and I will probably have a rough start since his refusal to actually care about his sister is lacking." I shook my head looking back at Beth who was starting to cry. "What?"

"I am just so sad." Oh no.."I mean I know she is going to be okay but I am scared about what happens when she wakes up. How is she going to take everything? How is she going to get through it all? So much stuff is going to be handed to her when she is awake, how will she cope?" she jumped upon my body wrapping me in a hug. "I hope you know the two of you mean the world to me. You are my family now. Since Maggie is always busy with Glenn Rose has really become my big sister...you were just apart of the package. I do not know what I will be able to do if you two leave me."

I did not know what to do, so I just reached my hand up and patter her shoulder like Rose would do sometimes to the young blonde girl. "Rose cares about you a lot too Beth. She loves you like her own and so do I." I looked around awkwardly feeling her grasp on me leave as she retreated back to her seat. "Just don't cry, don't do that."

Beth laughed wiping her eyes. "I wonder if she'll kick Keegan out of here." her shirt collar was wet. "Those Woodbury residents seem to love him though."

My chin fell into my hands as I grumbled. "I don't see it."

"How do you do it?" she asked a serious blanket of a demeanor falling over our conversation. "How can you keep you feelings so locked away?"

"With tons of practice..." I looked away. "I am basically a veteran at it." I had only lost control of this hold on my emotions when Rose was with me, I did not plan on losing it in front of anyone else. I did not plan on losing it ever especially in front of her. I was her strong Daryl that never cried, but I knew she would not judge if it ever did happen again like Merle's death.

"Can you teach me?"

I turned my gaze to Beth. "It's not something you are taught. When you live a life full of nothing but emotional abuse, disappointment, abandonment, loneliness...death. Your walls get built pretty high."

"Did Rose help you get your down?" Always the romantics.

"I am still trying to figure that out myself Bethy..."