People watch us wearily as we enter our cell block. The sun is setting… it was still light when we got back. I feel immensely guilty. I collide with Nessa who looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I look at Daryl and nod. He heads to our cell.

"Cold, Gwen?" She asks looking at my chest.

I look down at myself and my nipples are indeed tight against the thin material of my hoodie.

I shrug with a nervous grin "Well when one losses their bra and shirt"

I head back to my room and she falls in step with me "Did you have fun?" Nessa asks.

My smile drops, she doesn't know. I peek into mine and Daryl's cell first to see if he's in there, he would flip if Nessa saw his scars. He's there but he is buttoning his shirt. I take Nessa's hand and bring her in. Daryl looks up and nods briefly at Nessa and kisses me before leaving.

Nessa frowns "What happened?"

I sigh and sit on the bed, Nessa sits next to me "Zack… he's dead"

Nessa sighs sadly "Poor Zack, poor Beth."

I nod "I know, that's why me and Daryl were 'arguing'" I use my fingers to animate quotation marks

"What happened?" She asks again

"I tried to pull Zack out of there but the walker bit his ankle and there was a helicopter collapsing the ceiling and walkers were raining from the ceiling." I take a deep breath "Daryl pulled me away to save me. Zack collapsed to the ground and the walker bit into his neck. Daryl threw me over his shoulder and ran from there just before the helicopter collapsed into the shop. It all happened so fast"

I drop my head onto her shoulder. She strokes my hair softly like Lori used too. A tear wells up at the thought of her but I force it back.

"It's not your fault" Nessa says, she's getting perceptive.

"I had a nightmare last night" I tell her.

She sighs "That doesn't mean a thing, despite how prophetic your dreams can be. In this world, death is as common as a cold"

"Nice simile" I say with a smirk.

She giggles a little "I'm going to see Beth" I tell her. "Could you tell Andy, he liked Zack"

She nods and leaves. I hear an 'ooft' followed by "Sorry Beth"

I turn to the cell door as Beth walks in, her face forced in a fake smile. I beckon her over. She drops down next to me and her head makes contact with my knees, she does this a lot. She lifts her body onto the bed. I smile and stroke her hair. We don't speak for a good hour. I'm aware of Daryl hanging outside the door, listening.

"Gwen?" Beth says.

"Yes, Beth" I reply

"Thank you" She says

I look down at her surprised "For what?"

"Daryl told me you tried to save him, thank you, for trying" Beth says

Her innocence still astounds me. Despite putting on a tough front her innocence runs deep. I bend over and kiss her temple "Oh my dear Beth. You are a wonderful person"

She sits up suddenly and flings her arms around my neck "I'm going to miss him" She mutters into my neck.

I pull her away and hold her face in my hands "Crying isn't a sign of weakness, Beth. Its proof you are human. Emotions is what separates us from those who would cause us harm and it is the difference between us and the walkers. Let it out, baby. You don't have to show it in front of anyone, I don't"

I see moisture build up in her eyes and she nods. I pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. I stand and pull Beth with me. "Try to get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay, night" She says forcing on a smile.

She leaves and Daryl walks in and closes the cell door. He hates leaving it open with all these people around when he sleeps. He flops onto the bed and holds his arms open for me. I sigh and let myself fall into them.

"Leader, forensic anthropologist, teacher, therapist, wife and fighter. Am I forgettin' anything" Daryl mutters as he holds me against his chest.

I laugh breathlessly "No, I don't think so"

"The list is growin'" He mutter tiredly.

I nod against his chest "God, I'm tired" I sigh and close my eyes.

Daryl grunts in agreement. We pass out, it's been a long day.