The superstore isn't too far away, 20 minutes tops. Daryl pulls up next to the fences. I hear that the music is still running. I jump off the bike and head to the truck and pull out my bag, slide it on my back then I grab a box of ammo and toss it over my shoulder.

"Thanks, babe" Daryl says and I hand a gun to Bob.

"You good with this or do you prefer a hand gun?" I ask

"No this is good" He says.

I nod "Okay"

He walks off with Daryl and Zack comes up to me "I'll take a rifle"

I scoff "No you won't" I hand him a hand gun "You'll take this"

"Aw, come on Gwen!" He wines.

I sigh and hand it to him "Don't make me regret that"

He grins "You won't"

"Hm" I say and hand one over to Glenn then take another for myself

I move over to Daryl as he says "Army came in and put these fences up. Made it a place for the people to go. Last week when we spotted this place, there was a bunch of walkers behind this chain-link keeping people out like a bunch of guard dogs."

"So they all just left?" Bob asks

"Give a listen." Sasha says

Everyone falls silent and listens to the music "You drew 'em out." Michonne says

"Put a boom box out there three days ago." Sasha says with a grin

"Hooked it up to two car batteries." Glenn continues.

Daryl walks through the gap in the fence with his crossbow half raised and ready "All right, let's make a sweep. Make sure it's safe. Grab what you can. We'll come back tomorrow with more people." He says.

We all split into different directions to check for any walkers. I lift my gun and look around and into large army tents. Some are empty some contain corpses that don't move. Supplies are long gone out here but it's the inside of the store that we are interested in.

I meet up with the others next to the shop window which Daryl bangs on hard and sits on the window ledge "Just give it a second"

I nod and look through the window, it's too dark to see much. Daryl's arm wraps around my waist and pulls me down onto his knee.

There is a few moments of silence until Zack says "Okay, I think I got it." I roll my eyes, here we go

"Got what?" Michonne asks

"I've been trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn." Zack says moving over to sit next to Daryl and me.

Daryl scoffs and moves his hand from my waist to my ass, I resist jumping out of his grasp "He's been tryin' to guess for, like, six weeks." Daryl says not even acknowledging my look

"Yeah, I'm pacing myself." Zack says "One shot a day."

"All right, shoot." Daryl says

Zack thinks for a moment "Well, the way you are at the prison, you being on the council, you're able to track, you're helping people, but you're still being kind of... surly. You're married to Gwen who was a Forensic Anthropologist"

"I am a Forensic Anthropologist, just because the world went to shit doesn't mean my brain did" I say with a smirk

Zack holds up his hands defensively "Sorry, you are married to a Forensic Anthropologist and she worked in the justice system. Big swing here." He searches Daryl's face for a hint then says triumphantly "Homicide cop."

I grin and Michonne starts laughing. "What's so funny?" Daryl asks

"Nothing. It makes perfect sense." Michonne says still grinning

"Actually, the man's right." Daryl says and discreetly pinches me at the same time. Zack's head snaps back around to him "Undercover." Daryl says

"Come on, really?" Zack asks sceptically

"Yep. I don't like to talk about it 'cause it was a lot of heavy shit, you know?" Daryl says seriously

"Dude, come on, really?" Zack says. I crack and start laughing at the serious look on Zack's face.

"Sorry, you've watched one too many detective dramas" I say to Zack with a grin

Zack grins and puts his head down "Okay. I'll just keep guessing, I guess."

"Yeah, you keep doin' that." Daryl says.

There is a bang on the window above our heads and I don't even flinch. I look up at the walker and step off of Daryl's lap. Daryl stands up after me and walks around to the entrance of the store

"We're gonna do this, Detective?" Michonne asks

"Let's do it." Daryl says

I stand at the door with Sasha, guns up as Daryl puts his hand on the door. He looks at me and I nod. He opens the door and jumps back. One shot each and the two walkers inside the store collapse to the ground. Tyreese and Bob drag them outside so we have no obstacles.

"All right, we go in, stay in formation for the sweep. After that, you all know what you're supposed to look for. Any questions?" Sasha says

"Was there ever a time that you weren't the boss of me?" Tyresse asks

"You had a few years before I was born." Sasha answers.

I laugh a little and enter the store. After the sweep the first thing I do is head to the baby aisle for Judy. I pick up the entire shelf of formula and the diapers in her size. She needs bigger bottles. I mutter a little when I see the bottles on a shelf I can't reach. I'll climb. I step onto one shelf and boost myself up.

Hands clamp around my waist "Woah, woah! Gwen" Daryl says and he pulls me off the shelf

"Daryl! What are you doing?" I ask surprised

"What do you need?" He asks

"The bottles on the top shelf" I tell him.

He barely needs to stretch to reach them and I had to do some crazy climbing. He drops them in the bag in my hand.

I smile and wrap my arms around his waist "Oh, my hero"

"You nearly hurt yourself for some bottles" Daryl says with a glare.

"Judy needs bigger bottles so we don't have to waste too much formula making her two bottles with every feed" I says quietly as I move along the shelf and grab some teething toys and baby shampoo. The stuff we use is too harsh for her skin.

Daryl's hands grab my hips and he pulls me back into his "You're attached to little ass kicker"

I nod "Yeah"

His mouth drops to my neck and his hand touches my stomach "We should practice to make our own"

I lean my head back into his shoulder "Here?"

He pulls away from my neck "Just keeping you on your toes, babe" He says and walks away from me with a grin.

I fume as he walks away. That bastard! He's too smart for his own good! I nearly have a heart attack when I hear a loud crashing noise followed by a scream and a bang. I throw my bag onto my shoulder and run towards the noise. Daryl, Tyreese and Zack are already there. They lift the first fallen shelf off the ground. I look down and see Bob surrounded by broken wine bottles.

"We're over in Wine and beers!" Zack shouts.

I kneel down next to Bob "Are you okay?" I ask

He nods "Yeah, I'm fine, just stuck. I was moving fast. I drove right into the drinks."

Tyresse kneels down next to me "Man, you lucked out. If this thing had come down on you the wrong way..."

I hear something above us and I look up as the ceiling collapses in and a walker falls through it but gets stuck in some wires. Daryl grabs my wrist and pulls me to my feet.

"Yeah, uh, we should probably go now." Glenn says looking up at the walker piñata

"Bob's still stuck. Get him out of there." Daryl shouts grabbing the shelf.

Walkers start falling out of the gap in the ceiling like rain. Raining walkers, nope! Other parts of the ceiling start collapsing in on itself and arms cover my head and pull me away from the collapsing ceiling.