Allison (rewritten)

Illness

The illness is getting worse and it's only been a day! Twenty four hours later. More and more people are being placed into quarantine. We had to move the kids to the library to keep them separated.

"It's been a while since we've had alone time." Daryl whispered clearly frustrated with that idea.

"No time." I shrugged. "Everyone is getting sick."

"Come with me." He grabbed my hand pulling me behind him back into the same room we always go to.

He lifted me onto the table and planted himself between my legs. His touch, his kisses, were all hungry. Almost starving. But he didn't miss a beat.

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Hershel called a council meeting to discuss the illness. Rick and I guessed it was the pigs making people sick. So we had to do something about them. Then do something to help the ill people.

"Sasha you ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine." She smiled a bit.

"You look pale." I inserted. "You don't look so good."

Hershel walked over to her and touched her forehead. "You're burning up."

"I said I'm fine." She growled.

"No you're not." I barked. "Take her to quarantine:"

"More and more are falling ill." Rick sighed. "We need medicine."

"I'll get a group together and go find some." Daryl said.

"I know of a college. It's about a two or three day drive from here." Bob spoke up. "I know what we might need."

"Ok, so I'll take bob." Daryl nodded.

"I'll go." Michonne volunteered.

"I will too." Tyrese said. "To save my sister."

"Me too!" I yelled. "Please?"

"We might need her." Bob said.

"Fine." Daryl growled. "You stay close to me the whole time."

"Seriously?" I chuckled. "I don't need a babysitter."

"You're pregnant." Michonne said laughing. "And with his kid. So I think he gets a say."

"Fine." I sighed frustrated.

"Let's get ready to go. Grab your bags and weapons." Daryl nodded.

Everyone went to where they were suppose to go to grab their things and meet Daryl outside. Even though I was already with him.

"Zeb." I knelt down beside Judith's crib. "Keep watch over everything while I'm gone, ok?"

He nodded his head and laid it back down on the floor.

"Hurry." Daryl chuckled. "You're difficult."

"I know." I smirked. "You don't complain."

"No. I don't." He laughed kissing my forehead. "You make me feel things."

"What things?" I asked raising my brow.