The early morning sun shined its light onto Glenn's skin. The October chill (Glenn was pretty sure it was October, but honestly he had lost track so many times that is was all supposition at this point) raised gooseflesh onto his arms. Glenn stared out of the glass barrier between him and the rest of the world. Next to him lay the sleeping form of his wife. Looking at her made Glenn think about what they had achieved here. Up in the watchtower Glenn had a good view of the prison waking up. People were venturing outside to start their day. The fences let them do that. The fences allowed them to live their lives without constant terror. The fences meant they didn't always have to be looking over their shoulders. Judith was a little over a year old now, and Glenn counted this as one of their greatest achievements. Glenn grinned as he watched Maggie slowly wake up. She grumbled something in her half-awake half-asleep state that Glenn couldn't make out. Glenn leaned over and gently pressed his lips against her own.

Maggie opened her eyes and smiled. "Good morning to you too."

Glenn stared at her. She was perfect. She was so kind, so smart, so brave and so very, very beautiful. "It is. It is a good morning." Glenn allowed himself one more second to soak in her presence before turning back to the glass. They did have a job to do after all.

Maggie casually slipped her hand into his. "What are you thinking about?"

Glenn shrugged. It was hard to explain. "A lot of things."

Glenn felt Maggie lean in and kiss his cheek. "Who's scheduled for the next watch?"

Glenn searched his brain, trying to remember. "Karen and Tyreese I think."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Does everybody just use watch duty as a chance to fool around where nobody can see you? We are supposed to actually be looking for danger you know."

Glenn snickered. "Well look at the pot calling the kettle black."

Maggie gave Glenn a playful shrug. "But we were doing it before everybody else was."

Glenn rolled his eyes. "That makes all the difference."

"I think so," Maggie said. "Anyway, you were supposed to wake me up two hours ago."

This was true. After the first few hours of their shift they alternated two hours off and two on so that they both got to sleep. Glenn had been up four hours now. "I couldn't do it," he said.

"Now I feel like such a slouch," Maggie said. "Especially because I need to leave early."

Glenn looked at her, questions in his eyes. "You okay?"

"I just need to go see my dad," Maggie said casually.

Glenn frowned. "Are you sick?"

"I have to be sick to want to see my dad?"

Glenn knew Maggie too well to fall for such a deflection. "Maggie,"

Maggie smiled at him. She kissed him once more, but this kiss was deeper. Her tongue explored his mouth with enthusiastic passion. When they broke apart both of them were panting and Glenn's face was red. Maggie brushed her fingers through Glenn's hair. "I promise you that I'm okay." Glenn knew that Maggie wouldn't lie to him outright about something like that.

Relieved, Glenn nodded. "Tell Hershel I said hi."

Maggie nodded. "I will."

Glenn watched Maggie make her way into the prison and didn't take his eyes off of her until she was behind its walls. Glenn picked up his binoculars and scanned the trees. There were more walkers at the fence than usual. Glenn saw a flash of light in the woods that might have been the sun reflecting off of a gun. Glenn searched the spot where the light had come from and sure enough saw two people standing there. Unfortunately they were being chased by a herd towards the fences, where even more walkers waited. Glenn scrambled down the ladder as fast as possible and ran for the gate, where Mr. Samuels was on duty. "Open it! Open the gate!"

Mr. Samuels knew better than to hesitate. He opened the inner gate and then ran forward to control the outer one. Glenn had to trust him to make sure no walkers got through after he was outside because he had to focus on his task. Glenn ran toward the woods, where the two women were just now emerging. When they saw the prison, and the walkers that surrounded it, they froze in horror. Glenn pulled out his machete and dispatched a few walkers. Seeing him get to work sprung the two women into action. Glenn gestured for them to follow him, and having no other choice, they did so. As Glenn approached the gate Mr. Samuels expertly timed it so that the gate opened no earlier than it absolutely had to in order to let them in. The second Glenn and his companions were through the gate was closed again. One of the women fell to her knees, breathing heavily. "Those things almost tore us apart," she said. "I've never seen that many."

The other woman put her hand on the first's shoulder. "It's okay baby. We're okay."

"Were either of you bit? Scratched?" Glenn held up his hand toward Mr. Samuels, gesturing for him not to open the inner gate yet. "I'm sorry, but if you were you can't come in."

The standing woman gave Glenn a furious look. "No, we weren't," she said caustically.

"I really am sorry," Glenn said. "We just can't be too careful."

The kneeling woman got to her feet with her companion's help. "It's okay."

"I have to ask you some questions," Glenn said.

"What kind of questions," the more confrontational of the two asked.

"Just three. Three for each of you. How many walkers have you killed?"

The less confrontational woman answered first. "I don't really know. At first I didn't know you had to shoot them in the head. I would blow a dozen holes in one and it would just get right back up. Since I've found out how to kill them I think I've gotten maybe twenty."

Glenn nodded. "And you?"

"A hundred at the very least," the other woman said boastfully.

"How many people have you killed?"

Again the less confrontational woman spoke first. "I've never killed anybody."

Glenn looked at the other woman. She stared him down. "Three."

Glenn didn't react to that. "Why?"

This time the confrontational woman spoke first. "I put my buddy down after one of those freaks took a bite out of him. He was bleeding out and suffering. Later I was with a group and a couple of guys tried to mess with us, so I put them in the ground. They would have taken our supplies and done God knows what to us if I hadn't ended them. I did what I had to."

Glenn looked at the other woman. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?" She seemed confused.

"Why haven't you killed anybody?"

The woman stared at Glenn. "I never had to."

Glenn looked at both of the women. The woman who had just answered was staring at Glenn with wide fearful eyes. The other woman had her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes following his every movement. "I'm Glenn." Glenn stuck out his hand for either of them to take.

The fearful woman took it. "I'm Tara, and this is my girlfriend Alisha."

Glenn nodded at Alisha after he shook Tara's hand. "Do you want to come in?"

Alisha and Tara looked at each other. "What do we have to do," Alisha asked.

"Everybody here is expected to contribute as best they can," Glenn said. "Whatever job you're most compatible with you'll be asked to do. And everybody here has to get along."

"What do you mean get along," Tara asked.

Glenn looked into her eyes. "We know what it's like out there. You either have to fight or you die. Things are different here. People have to respect each other and if there's a conflict it needs to be brought before the council, not settled with fists. Not everybody here is particularly sociable, and that's fine so long as you don't hurt anybody or infringe on anybody's rights."

"What's this council," Alisha asked.

"Five members of the community here make the rules and decide disputes."

"Who's on this council," Alisha asked.

"I'm a member actually. My father-in-law, Hershel, is also on-"

"So this is just one great big happy patriarchy huh?"

Glenn stared at Alisha for a moment. "As I was saying, the other members are Carol, Sasha and Daryl. Carol is the closest thing we have to an HR person, so if you need anything you can always go to her. You can come to me too of course, or anybody on the council. Carol is in charge of delegating jobs, so you'll definitely be meeting her regardless. Hershel is one of our doctors and he's in charge of nutrition and medical supplies. He makes sure the food we eat isn't deficient in any important vitamins or anything and that we don't run out of medicine. Daryl is in charge of food procurement. Sasha is in charge of defenses. I'm in charge of run teams."

"You guys sound really organized," Tara said.

"We have to be," Glenn said. "We have a lot of people depending on us."

"And you're just going to let us in?" Alisha sounded suspicious.

"We need people," Glenn said. "Without people we couldn't maintain the fences, go on runs, grow crops or protect this place. People are the only way to defend against the dead."

"What about the living," Alisha asked.

Glenn sighed. He had no idea what this woman had been through, but he knew what he had been through on the outside and if what she had suffered was anything like that then Glenn completely understood her suspicion, respected it actually. "Sometimes we have to defend against them too. I know you don't trust me. You shouldn't. You don't know me. If you want to leave we'll draw as many walkers as we can away from this part of the fence and try to help you make a run for it. I hope you decide to stay though. If you come inside and don't like us, you can always leave at a later date. There will probably be less walkers at the fence then, I hope."

"You call them walkers," Tara asked.

Glenn nodded. "What about you?"

"Biters," Tara said. "We call them biters."

Glenn looked at Alisha. "What do you say?"

Alisha looked over her shoulder at the corpses crowded against the gate. "I don't want to go back out there," she said. "I'm willing to give this place a chance." Glenn saw that beneath her aggression and anger Alisha was hiding a very real fear. He understood that. She had someone she needed to protect. Glenn would be afraid too if he was in her shoes.

"I'll give you the tour. Come on." Glenn nodded at Mr. Samuels to open the gate and then began to lead Tara and Alisha inside. He was relieved when he saw Tyreese and Karen coming toward them. He'd been worried about leaving the tower empty. He waved them over.

"Glenn, what's going on," Karen asked.

"Karen, Tyreese, this is Tara and Alisha. They got chased to our gates by a herd."

Karen glanced at the herd. "I'm glad you're both all right. Will you be joining us?"

"Maybe," Alisha said in a guarded tone.

Karen nodded in approval. "You want us to head on up," she asked Glenn.

"That would be great, thanks," Glenn said.

Karen bid the two new women farewell and then headed for the tower. "It's great to meet you," Tyreese said. "I love welcoming new people." He shook Tara's hand and then offered his to Alisha, who declined it. Tyreese smiled at her anyway and followed his girlfriend to the tower.

"Alisha," Tara admonished softly.

"We don't know anything about these people," Alisha said.

"Do you really think they're trying to kill us with handshakes?"

Glenn couldn't hold back a chuckle at that. "Well nobody is ever going to ask you to relinquish your weapons," Glenn said. "That should make you feel a little safer."

"It does actually," Alisha said. "But it doesn't make me trust you."

"Doesn't have to," Glenn assured her. "Let's get inside."

Glenn led the women to the inner yard. Carol was still setting the outdoor kitchen up for breakfast when Glenn approached. She frowned when she saw his companions. "There wasn't a run today," she said. Glenn knew that was meant as an inquiry into where they came from.

"Carol, this is Tara and Alisha. They ran into a herd in the woods. They got chased up to our gates and I helped them inside." Glenn caught her gaze and they shared a meaningful look.

"You asked the three questions?"

Glenn nodded. "I did."

Carol didn't look happy. She didn't like anomalies. They had a system for bringing in people they encountered on runs, but no one had ever just showed up at the gate before, not unless you counted Michonne. That was a very different situation though. Glenn didn't fault Carol for her suspicions. She had good instincts. However, Glenn had a good feeling about their two newcomers. Despite her reservations, Carol still had a smile for Tara and Alisha. That was just the kind of person she was. "Breakfast won't be ready out here for another hour, but I think Beth was cooking something outside C block. You must be hungry. Go inside and get something to eat, then Glenn can help you pick out a cell." Carol worked as she spoke, as was her way.

"A cell?" Tara sounded scared.

"This was a prison," Glenn said. "There aren't any rooms really, so we all sleep in cells."

"Like prisoners," Alisha asked.

"We don't lock the doors, unless somebody wants their door locked that is. We put curtains up for privacy. Some people feel a little claustrophobic, but a lot of us like knowing that if walkers ever got in for any reason we can just close the cell door and be safe," Glenn said.

"Has that ever happened," Tara asked. "Have walkers ever gotten in?"

Glenn looked at the ground. He thought about T-dog and Lori. "Not since the beginning."

"You should take them inside," Carol said. "You two look half-starved."

"It's hard to find food out there," Tara whispered.

"Well we have food here," Glenn said. "Come on." Glenn led Tara and Alisha into the prison and then headed for the common area outside C block. Beth had made breakfast for the occupants of C block. There was a plate with some remaining pancakes on the table next to a pot of coffee and a plate of bacon. Beth herself was playing with Judith on the floor. Daryl and Sasha were sitting a little ways away bent over a map whispering intently. The only other person in the area was Carl, curled up in a chair reading comics. "All right Beth, you made a nice spread."

Beth looked up at her brother-in-law and gave him a bright smile. "I saved plenty for you and Maggie. Is she coming back soon?" Judith looked up to see who Beth was talking to.

"She's with your dad."

Judith used Beth's arm to pull herself to her feet. She made a grasping motion at Glenn and giggled. "Glee, Glee. Beh, Glee, Glee." Judith tugged at Beth's sleeve to get her attention.

"Yeah Judy, it's Glee."

Glenn groaned. "Don't call me that Beth. She'll never learn my name if you keep at that."

Glenn saw Daryl look up from the map and frown before walking over. "Who's this?"

Glenn turned to the newcomers. "Tara, Alisha, this is Daryl. That's Sasha. This is my sister-in-law Beth. That's Judy, and way over there being an angsty teenager is Carl."

Carl lowered his comic book for long enough to stick his tongue out at Glenn and then delved right back into it. Tara stuck out her hand. "It's nice to meet you Daryl," she said.

Daryl shook her hand. "Welcome," he said.

Sasha came over. "It's always good to see fresh faces."

Tara shook Sasha's hand, and after a moment of hesitation so did Alisha. Glenn couldn't help but grin at the progress. He was distracted when Judith demanded that attention be immediately returned to her. "Ayl! Ayl!" Judith screamed for Daryl to pay attention to her, and as always he could deny her nothing. Daryl grinned as he picked up the girl. "Udy up!"

"Yeah Judy, you're up. Can you say Judy? Ju-Dee." Daryl was constantly trying to teach Judith her own name, and Carl's. So far he'd accomplished Udy and Caul. He was pretty proud.

Glenn grinned. "Try to teach her mine. I don't want to be Glee anymore."

"Glee, Glee," Beth corrected.

"You're not helpful," Glenn said.

"At least you're not Roll," Sasha pointed out.

"Yeah, poor Carol," Daryl said. "Judy, say Care-ol."

"Roll," Judith said proudly.

"She'll get it," Daryl said. "She's smart, this kid is."

"So you'll teach her Carol's name but not mine? Why the favoritism," Glenn asked.

"Do you hear this guy," Daryl asked Judy. "Such a complainer. Say Glenn. You can do it Judy, I know you can. Say Gl-en. Glenn." Daryl had a big sappy grin on his face as he held her.

"Glenn." The G was particularly gooey, but she had definitely said his name.

"Oh my God! She did it! She said my name!" Glenn wasn't quite sure why he was so excited, but he was overjoyed to be one of the first people whose name Judith got right.

Detecting his excitement Judith looked over at him. "Glee, Glee!"

"She just doesn't realize it's your name." Beth sounded smug.

Glenn sighed. "Oh well, it's something." Glenn remembered that he was actually supposed to be doing something right now. He turned back to Tara and Alisha, who looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Sorry guys, Judy can be distracting sometimes. You can have as much of the food from the table as you want. If you're still hungry after we'll make some lunch for you after the tour. We'll get you a cell as soon as possible so you can get some sleep too."

"Remember," Sasha said. "D is full now."

"Oh yeah." As Tara and Alisha nervously made their way over to the food Glenn thought about the housing situation. D block had filled up a little while ago. Besides the latest newcomers there had only been two new arrivals since then. They had both said they had no problem taking cells in A block. They actually seemed relieved to be apart from the hustle and bustle of the crowded cell blocks. Both had been alone for a while. Cooperative living was an adjustment.

Glenn was distracted again by Judith. She was squealing with delight as Daryl lightly tossed her into the air and then caught her. "Ohhh, you're making me nervous," Beth fretted.

"Chill Beh, she loves it."

"What if you drop her?"

"I'm not gonna drop- oh no!" Daryl pretended to almost lose his grip on Judith by lowering her close to the ground before hauling her back up. Judith laughed. "Close one."

"Daryl Dixon, you are such a jerk!" Beth stomped her foot. "That's not funny!"

"Oh come on Beh, it's a little funny."

"Not in the slightest! And quit calling me that!" Beth stormed off.

Sasha snickered. "You're so mean," she said.

"Me?" Daryl pretended to be shocked and affronted. "I'm not mean."

"You give that poor kid such a hard time."

Daryl held Judith up in the air over his face. "Do I give Beth a hard time Judy?"

"Beh!"

"That means no," Daryl explained to Sasha as he lowered the little girl to his chest.

Sasha rolled her eyes. "I'm going to check on the fence team."

"I'll join you," Daryl said. "Just let me get Judy settled."

"No, no," Sasha said. "You stay here and be adorable. I can handle it."

Glenn couldn't keep the grin off his face. He watched Daryl fuss over the little girl for a few more moments before returning his attention to his charges. They looked awkward as they picked at the food, like they weren't sure if they were really supposed to. Glenn walked over and urged them to eat more. "We don't let people go hungry here," he promised. "Eat your fill and then some. I promise it'll be alright." Tara looked up and gave him a hesitant smile.