Clear from walkers we stop by a creek to catch our breaths for a moment. Daryl shoves a bottle of water under my nose. "Here, drink"

I take it and drink the water "I used to hate the taste of water in this country. Now it's the best tasting thing in the world" I say to Michonne with a grin.

She laughs "Water tastes different in Scotland?"

I nod and take another drink "Yeah, natural, fresh, clean water from the hills. The best tasting thing in the world. I'd give anything for just one taste of anything Scottish"

Michonne laughs again but I can see Daryl looking at me out the corner of my eye. He doesn't look happy at my comment.

"Where are we anyway?" I ask

"This is Turner Creek, so Barnesville must be a few miles downstream." Michonne replies

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob says

"Yo, Ty. Come on, let's go. Vámonos." Daryl calls down to Tyreese who is washing out his shirt. Tyreese looks up then back to his shirt.

Daryl, Michonne and I head off first. I fall in to step with Daryl "Even if we do get another car how on earth are we gonna get past all those walkers?"

Daryl takes my hand in his "We'll work it out"

After a while of walking Daryl stops suddenly and bends down. I stop and watch him curiously as he picks up a stone. He licks his fingers and cleans some dirt off it.

"What are you doing?" I ask him

Michonne appears at my shoulder and looks at the stone "Is that jasper?" She asks

"Mm-hmm." Daryl replies

"It's a good colour. Brings out your eyes." Michonne says with a grin

"When Miss Richards went into A block, we were leaving. Asked me to keep a lookout. I'm gonna use it for her old man's marker." Daryl says

"You know all them back there?" Michonne asks

"You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you'd be surprised what you pick up" Daryl says and keeps walking.

I shake my head and look at an annoyed Michonne "He always been like this?" She asks me as we keep walking

I shrug "For as long as I've known him, he's keeps a grudge for a while but he gets over it eventually."

"You didn't know him before the outbreak?" She asks

I shake my head "No, well, kind of. We met very briefly in a courthouse a couple of weeks before"

"I don' hold a grudge" Daryl says

I look at him "What was that?"

"I don' hold a grudge" He repeats.

I scoff "Yeah and I'm not Scottish"

We get onto a main road and I spot a garage up ahead. "Look, we might get a car from there."

As we approach I see the garage has been taken over by ivy. I notice a lump of ivy covering something.

"You see something?" Bob asks

"I don' know. Maybe" Daryl says and moves some of the ivy out of the way

"Yeah! A car" I exclaim and fight my way through the ivy to the driver's door and open it. I search the visor for keys then the glove box. "No keys"

Daryl is already pulling the panel at my leg open with his knife "One of these days you'll just go straight to hotwiring" He mutters.

I flick his ear "why? When there could be a set of perfectly usable keys?"

He hits my knee with his elbow "But there's not"

I frown at him as he tries to hotwire the car but there's no spark, no engine noise. Nothing. I sigh "Not that it would matter considering the battery's dead"

Daryl sighs and drops the wires and climbs out the car. "We gotta find us a new battery" He says to the others.

I climb out to see him spit on his fingers and rub the window of the garage. I wrinkle my nose. I let those fingers go inside me. A walker pounds against the window, growling.

"Got some friends inside. Come on. Let's clear a path, see how many we got." Daryl says and moves around to the front of the garage.

We pick away at the ivy carefully. Well, all of us except Tyreese who chops the crap out of it like it had just offended his mother.

"Hey, man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealing with." Daryl tells him calmly.

A walker's arm shoots out the ivy and grabs onto Daryl's vest. He jumps back instinctively but the walker's got a good grip. Two more pop out. Michonne take the arm off the walker grabbing at Daryl and I impale my knife into its skull. Michonne runs around to Bob and lobs the walker's head off that's grabbing at him. Tyreese is also fighting with one and is not letting go of it.

"Tyreese, let it go" I tell him, he ignores me

"Ty!" Daryl yells

Tyreese pulls and pulls at it until it falls out of the ivy and lands on top of Tyreese. Daryl moves quickly and pulls the walker off of him and Bob shoots it in the head. I flinch as the gunshot goes off and turn to Tyreese angrily.

"What the hell was that? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I snap.

"Gwen, stop" Daryl says and touches my arm gently.

I shrug him off "Don't tell me what to do!"

Daryl looks surprised for a moment then his face relaxes. He knows there's no malice behind my words, I'm just annoyed and Daryl knows it. Arsehole! I just want him to yell at me so I can yell back! I hate having a husband who knows me so well sometimes! I huff and head back to the ivy and move it aside carefully and make a hole big enough for us all to get in and out without much trouble.

"Michonne, Tyreese. Could you two clear the ivy from the car while we go get the battery?" I ask looking between them. They nod and head off.