I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Alison had told Daryl about Jacob. There was a small part of me that thought maybe she'd assumed I'd told him; but she was never the person to say something to someone unless she ran it past me first.

I was the main one to blame here though. Yes, what Alison did was something shitty and I probably wasn't going to forgive it any time soon, but I should have been the one to tell Daryl.

I had the chance. I had the chance when he asked me if there was anything else I was hiding; back when he found out about my pills. I had every opportunity to tell him but I never did, I never got the words out. How on earth are you meant to tell someone whom you love, that you were once engaged to be married; oh but wait it doesn't matter because he's dead.

I hadn't been back to the cell since then. I'd sat outside all night with a jacket on and my arms wrapped around myself, staring out into the sky. I was thinking over all the ways I could have told him, but I never did.

"Baby?" I finally heard my mom's voice break through the silence of the courtyard.

"Hey mom." I half smiled and turned my attention back to the sky.

"You need to take these, you've been out here all night." She sat next to me on top of the table and handed me over two small pills and a glass of water. I'd completely forgotten about my medication, and if it weren't for the fact mom was here, I probably wouldn't have even cared.

"Thanks. I've just been thinking." I shrugged and chugged back the pills, swallowing them quick and finishing the glass of water off.

"I know that Alison told Daryl about Jacob." I doubt Alison would have let that little detail slip out to my mother, so I'm going to just have to assume it was Daryl who informed her. "That was an awful thing for her to do, baby." Mom pulled me into her side and rested her head on top of mine.

Yeah, it was shitty of her, but maybe this whole 'new world' thing changed her. Maybe there was just something that made her snap. I saw it happen with Shane, maybe it could happen to the once sweet girl who was my best friend.

The silence of the morning was broken by the sound of Glenn yelling through the cell block.

"Walkers in D!" I threw my jacket off and went to run with the others as they made their way across the yard towards D. I didn't know how much use I was going to be with the walkers but at least I could help people get out of there.

"Mom, stay here, make sure everyone in C is okay, I'll be back." I ran after the others and came to a stop inside the gates of D, seeing walkers everywhere trying to get to the people on the other end of the cell block.

I quickly weaved in and out of the walkers that were fixing themselves onto other people in the block and I went straight for the kids, picking them up and forcing them into the far wall cell block, keeping them away from the fighting.

"Annora!" I looked up to see Rick standing at the bottom of the stair case, the walkers and chaos had finally died down. "Are you okay?" He asked as I made my way over to him, placing a hand on my shoulder, checking me over for bite marks.

"I'm good." I nodded and followed him up the stairs, just in time to catch Daryl pushing his knife into the head of a walker that had seconds ago attacked Glenn.

"Man, it's Patrick." I remembered the kid from yesterday, the guy that had helped out on the food stall. The kid practically worshipped the ground that Daryl walked on and now here he was, laying on the floor of a cell after Daryl had pushed a knife into his head.

"This isn't walkers," I spoke up from behind everyone. "There were no breaks here, I mean we had to unlock that door to be able to get in here; this was something else." I shook my head and turned back around to make my way down the steps, checking up on the kids I'd hidden away, bringing them out one by one and checking them over for any bite marks.

I may not have been very good at killing walkers, but I was damn good at making sure people were okay.

*

The walkers bodies from Cell Block D, had been moved out of the block for a while. There was no way in hell we were going to be able to keep them in C block or in B, they were all occupied; we'd elected to keep them in the tombs until further notice.

Rick, being the leader that he was, had gone to inform everyone else what had happened, not that we really knew ourselves, but the rest of us joined Herschel in our little 'council' meeting.

Ever since the people of Woodbury had joined us, we'd been forming a council of people to be a collective voice in decisions that were made throughout the prison. It needed to be unanimous if something was going to be done; it's what made it such a good system.

My mom, being someone who was 'wise with age' was on the council with us, thankfully Alison wasn't. I took a spare seat next to my mom and of course, Daryl elected to pick his seat the furthest from me and didn't even breathe in my direction. Not that I blamed him. I probably wouldn't be okay about him hiding something like that from me; especially when it was something that big.

"Do we know how Patrick got sick in the first place?" Mom asked from behind me, placing her hands in front of her on the table.

"It's like Dr S said," Daryl piped up, glancing over my head to get a look at my mom. "These things were around long before walkers."

"He was fine yesterday, two people died that quick?" I raised my eyebrows as I asked him. Just because he didn't want to talk to me, didn't mean I wasn't going to talk to him.

"We have to separate everyone who's been exposed." Carol spoke up from beside Daryl, earning a reaction. She was right, and although I didn't like to admit it, we were going to have to split everyone up.

"That's everyone in that cell block, that's all of us." Daryl brought up.

"We need somewhere to keep those that have been exposed," I suggested. I was thinking A. Yeah it was death row but it was way better than keeping them in a less secure block. "We can't risk going into D to clean up, we've all been exposed."

"Cell block A?" Mom suggested; clearly thinking on the same wave levels as I was.

"Death Row?" Glenn asked, raising an eyebrow at us. "Not sure that's much of an upgrade."

"It's clean, that's an upgrade." Daryl shrugged.

Now all we had to do was run it past Dr S and see if he could work his magic. We needed to keep the sick people separate, especially if we didn't want an epidemic.