"Oh shit!" I mutter and back away from the walkers.

Those that didn't splatter into pieces clamber to their feet and start coming after us. Backing away doesn't help. Walkers just keep falling through the roof, almost landing on top of us. The group has scattered, I can't see Zack, Glenn or Michonne anymore. Daryl's grip is tight on my shirt as he pulls me further and further away from Bob.

I pull from his grip and rush back to Bob and kneel down in front of him and take down the walkers that get to close. Daryl's at my side in seconds. The ceiling groans loudly and I look up curiously and my eyes widen

"Daryl!" I shout looking at the crashed helicopter that is caving in the ceiling.

Everyone regroups and Zack rushes over and lifts the shelf. I turn and pull Bob out from under the shelf. "Come on!" Daryl helps me.

"You okay?" I ask Bob.

He nods looking relieved. My heart drops when I hear Zack scream. I turn to see a walker taking a chunk out of Zack's leg. My eyes widen and I unconsciously dive for him.

"Zack!" I scream gripping his arms and pulling at him.

He digs his fingers into my arms as he screams in pain. Arms wrap around my waist and pulls me hard out of Zack's grip.

"Wait!" I scream.

The scream dies as Zack falls to the ground and the walker tears into his neck. Daryl turns me roughly and throws me over his shoulder. I gasp as my stomach bangs into his shoulder. I close my eyes as the helicopter crashes through the ceiling. Daylight stings my eyes as Daryl and the rest of the group continue to run across the parking lot to the gap in the fence. They finally stop when it's clear we're not being followed by any walkers. Daryl puts me down.

I punch him hard in the chest angrily and he staggers back slightly "Why did you do that? I can walk"

Daryl glares at me "You were playin' hero!"

My mouth drops open "Are you crazy! I thought if I could get him out of there we could have amputated like we did with Hershel! Don't ever treat me like a sack of flour again!"

Daryl grips my upper arm and turns to the rest of the group "Let's get out of here" He snaps and drags me to his bike.

I pull away from him and head to the car instead. I swear, steam is coming out of my ears. I thought for just a moment I could save someone, just once. I am not in the wrong. I didn't risk anyone else's life with my actions, I didn't even risk mine. Daryl is just too over protective! The ride back to the prison was tense, no one even dared to try and speak to me. We drive through the gates and the moment the car stops I'm out and storming back to the cell block.

A hand grabs my elbow and forces me to stop. "Get off me Daryl!" I shout and fight against him.

"Stop, Gwen!" Daryl snaps.

"I said let go!" I scream at him.

Daryl pulls the sack of flour routine and before I know it I'm staring at the angel wings on his back as he power walks through the cell blocks and towards the administration offices. I spend the entire time slamming my fists on his back, kicking my legs and screaming. Anyone we come across knows to dive out of the oncoming storm that is Daryl and Guinevere Dixon. Daryl kicks open the door of the old Warden's office, storms in, then kicks the door closed before dropping me on the couch.

"What did I say, Dixon! Stop throwing me over you're damn shoulder!" I snap at him.

Daryl's hands slam down on the couch at either side of my head. I involuntarily flinch, oh shit…. He's pissed!

"Gwen" He says quietly, his voice strained

"Daryl" I retort sharply

His mouth crashes onto mine in an angry kiss, I respond immediately. God I hate this man! His hands grip my shirt and literally rips the material from top to bottom. My jacket is still on but that doesn't stop him at all. I grip a handful of his hair while my other hand pushes his jacket off his shoulder. His vest hit the floor with a soft thump. I feel the coldness of metal touch my skin just under my bra. I hear a rip and I feel the knife graze my skin. I gasp and his tongue dives into my mouth. His hand grips my breast in a rough grip. He ripped my damn bra! As I retort I grip his shirt and pull. It rips and buttons bounce on the ground. Daryl pulls away from my mouth with a growl. He lets go of my breasts and grabs my hips and pulls me violently to the edge couch. My jeans and underwear are off before I can blink. I gasp loudly that morphs into a moan as his fingers press onto my clit and brushes his fingers down my vagina.

He groans and leans down to me ear "You're wet"

I moan again "Daryl"

My hands shoot to his belt and unbuckle it. My breath is coming out in pants and Daryl is the same. I unbutton his jeans and push them and his underwear down his hips. Daryl's hands tighten on hips and he flips me onto my knees. I can feel his penis press against my vagina. He enters me harder than usual but I like it. He thrusts his hips in long hard strikes. His fingers press into my hips in a bruising grip as his tempo increases. My pants of breaths have turned into loud, animalistic moans. Daryl is just as loud as I am. One of his hands glides up my spine then tangles into my hair and tugs hard. My body follows my hair until my head makes contact with his shoulder. His free hand moves from my hips to my breasts. His lips move against my neck surprisingly softly compared to the battering my lower area is getting. He lets go of my hair and his hand presses against my clit. I all but scream as he stimulates my clit as well as hitting my G-spot over and over again. My stomach feels tight as I feel my climax building. Daryl kisses me as we both cum at the same time. I collapse forward onto the couch as my body relaxes. Daryl collapses on top of me. His finger intertwine with mine and his breath feels hot against my neck. He rolls over to sit on the couch properly and pulls me with him.

"Daryl" I say breathlessly "We still have to talk about what happened today"

Daryl sighs and brushes his sweat slicked hair off his forehead "Gwen, I can't lose you and that's all that went through my head today"

"Daryl, sweetie, we can't live like that. Remember what I said?" I ask him

"Live each day as it comes" He mutters

I nod "Precisely" I sigh "We have to talk to Beth"

Daryl sighs "I know, I'll do it."

"You were close to Zack, weren't you?" I ask, I've been so preoccupied keeping the prison running, I barely know what goes on in it.

Daryl shrugs "I'm tired of losing people"

I lean up and kiss him "I know, baby. Me too"

I climb off him and pull on my underwear and jeans, I need to shower. I sigh strip off my hoodie and the ripped shirt and bra then put my hoodie back on.

"Thanks Daryl." I mutter as I zip up the hoodie.

I hear Daryl snort "Says you"

I turn as he lifts his shirt and I grin. He slides it on anyway along with his jacket and vest.

I grip his arm "Let's change then talk to Beth."

"Gwen, I'd like to do it alone" Daryl says

I look up at him shocked but nod all the same.