Dead or alive, I love you

4.2 infected

Daryl looks at Genny who is sleeping. Her hair is dried up and the curls are messy. He's still in just his boxers while she has one of his shirts on.

"You're staring, mr. Dixon," she whispers rolling from her back to her side.

"Sorry," he smiles kissing her head before getting up.

He puts on his jeans and she holds out his shirt. "Smells like me," she smiles at him.

He smiles putting his hands on her cheeks and kisses her softly. "You're adorable in the mornings," he whispers.

She rolls her eyes as he walks off. A few minutes later there's shooting in cell block D. Genny jumps off the bed and puts on her jeans and a shirt.

She grabs her bow and quiver before running out with Daryl. "What about C?" Rick yells.

"It's clear, we locked the gates to the tombs. Hershel's on guard," Sasha yells.

"It ain't a breach!" Daryl yells.

"We follow the plan," Genny says by the steps.

"Genny, go back to block C! Stay outside by the tombs, shoot anything that's not breathing!" Rick yells before running after Tyreese.

Genny nods knowing she'd be of no use without her brace on. She goes back inside and holds her knife ready. Eventually Daryl walks over but he keeps his distance, pushing her off as she hugs him.

"We need to keep distance, it's an illness, some sort of flu," he explains.

She sighs as he takes a few steps back. "Where will you sleep?" She asks.

"I can sleep outside on a tower," he shrugs.

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep without you," she smiles leaning against the wall.

He shakes his head, "you'll be fine." He smiles.

She rolls her eyes as he digs in his pocket. "Here," he smiles throwing her something.

She catches it and looks at the knife. "Found it in the store," he says before walking off.

Genny spends her day alone in her cell listening to Judith crying again. Around midnight she's had enough and gets up. She goes to the guard tower and looks at the sleeping Daryl.

She lays down in his arms making him sigh as he puts his arms around her. "You're as stubborn as a horse," he mumbles kissing her neck.

"You wouldn't be alive if I wasn't," she smiles as he puts a blanket over her.