Arielle's P.O.V
                              Dad runs T, Glenn, Maggie, Daryl and I through the plan again.
                              "Ready?" Hershel asks, approaching us.
                              Dad nods then opens the gate. T stabs the first rotter, then I back him up and kill two that were heading for him. 
                              "Arielle stay close!" Dad growls.
                              I drop back and fall inbetween dad and T as we head towards the far gate. 
                              We continue to pick of the rotters. 
                              "Almost there," Dad says.
                              As we turn the corner we spot another courtyard FULL of rotters. Daryl pulls me behind him as we hide back behind the wall. 
                              Next, two rotters come out from behind a car dressed in the prison guard riot gear.
                              "Fucking hell," I mutter.
                              Two more pop out from the door infront of us.
                              Daryl steps foward and shoots it with his crossbow but the bolt just rebounds of it's helmet. 
                              T, Maggie and Glenn rush the riot gear rotters well dad runs for the fence and I cover him.
                              "Daryl!" Dad yells for help.
                              Daryl takes over for me and I run to help Mags. I run up behind the rotter and pull it's helmet back then stab it in the throat with my knife. 
                              "See that!" Maggie wildly grins.
                              Daryl, Glenn, Maggie and T follow suit and kill the rest off the rotters in the same way.
                              "Stop," Dad says, after I kill the last one.
                              "Looks secure," Glenn says.
                              "Nothing will lead to that courtyard over there," Daryl adds, "and that's a civilian," he adds pointing to a corpse he killed. 
                              "So the interior could be over run by walkers from outside the prison," T sighs.
                              "Well, if there's walls, then, what are we gonna do? We can't rebuild this whole place," Glenn stresses.
                              "We're not going anywhere but there," I point to the building, "we have to push in." 
                              "We can't risk a blind spot. Arielle's right, we have to push in," dad says.
                              Luther's P.O.V
                              The rest of us wait at the fence as we watch Arielle and them head in.
                              I go and take a seat on the hood of a police car. Carl heads towards me.
                              "Hi!" He cheerily greets.
                              "Hey there young Grimes," I reply as he jumps up beside me. 
                              "Thank you for saving my sister," he says.
                              "No problem Männchen. I'm glad I did," I smile.
                              "Are you two dating?" He questions.
                              "No we-"
                              "Why not?" He interjects. "You two like eachother don't you?" 
                              "It's uh... complicated Männchen," I sigh. 
                              "Why? Is it because Daryl likes her?" He asks.
                              "Daryl loves her I know that. But I just don't want a relationship right now," I lie.
                              "Why wo-"
                              "Dang it Carlson, I thought you ran off on me," Arielle chuckles, heading towards us.
                              Carl runs for her and hugs her.
                              "I'm never gonna leave you again Else," he chuckles, she lifts him up. "Hey put me down damn it!" He squeals.
                              "Gosh, you're getting big," she laughs, as she puts him back down.
                              "He is thirteen Serielle," I snicker.
                              "How'd y-"
                              "I spent eight months with your siter Carl. That was eight months and eight billion facts about you," I smirk. 
                              "Because you're my favourite," she grins, hugging him from behind and kissing his cheeks repeatedly.
                              "Ew gross!" He says, pushing away from her. "I'm leaving. Bye!" He sassily throws his hand up and turns on his heel, causing Arielle and I to laugh.
                              "He giving you grief?" She asks, as we slowly make our way back.
                              "Questioning me. Asking if we're dating and why we aren't," I laugh, causing her to burst out laughing.
                              "Oh sweet potato pie, if only he knew," she says.
                              "I was planning to mention it tonight," I tell her.
                              "You're ready? So soon," she stops, her eyebrows furrowed together.
                              "Well put it this way. They're gonna find out sooner or later and they're just gonna have to accept it," I confidently grin.
                              "That a boy Lootie," she grins, huggging me as I hug back.
                              We head inside.
                              "Cell Block C. Our new home," Ari smiles. 
                              "Are we sleeping in the cells?" I ask.
                              Rick nods, "I found the keys on some guards. Daryl has a set too."
                              "I ain't sleeping in no cage. I'll take the perch," Daryl says.
                              I head upstairs but Daryl stops me.
                              "Thanks," he mutters.
                              "For what?" I ask, confused.
                              "For taking care of my girl the past eight months. Glad you came back. I appreciate it," he nods.
                              "No problem man. I'm glad I came back too," I smile.
                              He nods again. 
                              Daryl's P.O.V
                              "Hola," Ari smiles, walking up the stairs with Louie.
                              "You're beautiful," I say as I pull her in for a hug. 
                              "I'll be back in a minute," she quickly says.
                              She walks to a Luther's cell and puts Louie in a makeshift bed next to Luther who's fast asleep. 
                              "You're seriously sleeping out here?" She asks, heading back towards me.
                              "You heard, I ain't sleeping in no cage," I retort, pulling her back into me.
                              "I love you. I've missed you and I just not wanna go without you again," she mumbles into my chest.
                              "I love you. I've missed you and I'm never going without you again. Ever," I firmly say. 
                              She pulls away from me and smiles. She kisses me.
                              "Why me though?" She shyly smiles.
                              "Yer badass, ye never looked down on me or Merle, Merle loved ya like a lil sister, yer beautiful, yer kind, yer caring and sweet, yer strong, yer mine," I reply, kissing her again and causing her to giggle.
                              "Wow you're so cheesy," she giggles, "but you're lovely and I'm yours and yer mine," she mocks.
                              "Oh I forgot one thing," I say.
                              "What's that?" 
                              "Yer a fuckin' smartass lil shit," I smirk.
                              "Hey!" She exclaims, playfully hitting me. 
                              "What?" I shrug.
                              "I'm yer smartass lil shit," she mocks again. 
                              "Yeah you are," I genuinely smile.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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