you're tied up in the governor's holding cell. bound and gagged, your face aches with the weight of the beatings you've taken, feeling the blood drip down your skin. your fingers brush against the ropes around your wrists. and you exhale. the door opens. wincing, you prepare for more pain, but you only hear the familiar click of a crossbow, and you open your eyes to see daryl.

his eyes scan over the scene in front of him furiously, and he cuts you free from your binds, exhaling shakily. as he takes off the gag, you cough. "daryl, what-"

he pulls you into him, holding you tight.

"m'onna fuckin' kill him." he whispers, holding you close,