Based on my fanfiction "Ad Infinitum". Since Beth was keeping a journal one season, I decided she might as well journal this.

Entry one:

Dear Baby,

I know I should probably come up with a nickname for you. I think most mothers do that, but I'm not sure. Today the clinic confirmed that I am indeed, in fact pregnant. Funny though, I don't feel really pregnant. Well, minus the nausea and the occasion vomiting. But as I think about it, I find it hard to believe that you're growing inside of me. You're not really big right now, nor am I, but you're there. You're thriving.

It's funny, even though this all happened so fast, I'm excited. I really, really am. And though I haven't met you yet, and won't for quite some time, I already feel as if I know you. Love you. It's the strangest feeling in the world, but it's there.

Your daddy's name is Daryl, Daryl Dixon. We got married a few weeks back, didn't really know him at the time. You'll learn, baby, that the world is different than it once was. But we're safe here in Hurndon, and that's what is important. The outside world is different, but I have hope that one day it'll change to what it once was.

Anyway, I'm getting off track, I tend to do that, forgive me. But from the time I've known him, I've realized that he is a good man. He cares a lot about me and I'm sure you. He may not show it yet, but I know he'll grow to love you as much as I do. And I know he'll be a great father. He's brave, strong, and caring. As much as he may like to deny it, he is. And I know he'll treat us both right. In a way, he reminds me of your Granddaddy Hershel. I think you would've liked him. I know he would've loved you.

Well, baby, it's getting late and I know that your daddy needs his rest. I'll write again soon, I promise. As you get bigger, I'll keep track of it. Of everything. So that one day, when you're old enough, you can go back and read through this. If you want to, that is.

The night is warm tonight, I can even see fireflies flashing through the little window in our room. When you get old enough, I'll take you outside to catch them. We'll put them in a jar and keep them for a bit. But not too long, everything deserves freedom. Maybe one day everyone will realize that.

With much love,

Your mama, Beth