The group had successfully made it inside of the prison. The cleaned out cell block C and were ready to make it home. Charlotte and Daryl walked up to the second floor where the balcony was and Charlotte led the way into the guard booth where there was clear glass for the top half of the walls.

"We should clean this out and make it ours," Charlotte suggested. Neither of them was comfortable with sleeping inside of a cell.

"'S got glass fer walls," Daryl replied.

"Only the top half. We can put up some dark sheets...and at least this had four walls. The cells only have three."

"A'right. It prolly won't be easy."

Charlotte shrugged. "This stuff if fun to me," she replied. When she and Shane first moved into their first house together, her favorite part was decorating each room. She could kind of do that now, she could at least position stuff where she wanted it.

"What 'bout that desk?" he asked, pointed to the wooden board that went all across the front of the room.

"I'll figure it out."

"A bed?"

"Drag in a mattress from an empty cell or something. Don't worry about it. Are you going with Rick to clean out another section of the prison?" she asked.

"Mm hmm. 'Re ya?"

"No, I'm gonna stay here with Carl, Grace, and Aidan. Plus, Shane's going...my kids need one of their parents around, I think." They realized it was dangerous for Grace and Aidan to be left completely alone.

"A'right."

"And, I've got a room to get set up," she grinned. He broke a soft smile. His features returned to their default as footsteps approached them.

"Mom," Aidan said.

"Yeah?"

"I want to go with dad and Daryl," the little boy said, his crossbow over his shoulder, just like Daryl.

"No," Charlotte said right away. "You and Carl both are staying here with Naomi, Suri, Grace, Beth, Patrick, Joey, Lori, and Nora."

"Why? I'm a good shot, they need me," he always wanted to help, Charlotte thought that his bravery was admirable, but it could also be stupid. If he rushed into a situation that was something far beyond his experience, it could get him hurt or worse. Aidan was smart when he was allowed into rough situations, but she worried about if he lost focus or something.

"They don't need you. We need you. You are a good shot, you're a great one, but who's going to protect the kids of you and Carl go? I know he wants to too. But, Naomi, Suri, and Joey can't shoot. Grace is pregnant and can't exactly run."

"There's Patrick and Beth," Aidan pointed out.

"You're a better shot than both of them, Patrick is just getting the hang of it. Aidan, I'm done arguing with you, we need you here," Charlotte said, using her motherly tone with him.

"Ugh!" Aidan exclaimed and stormed off. Charlotte just shook her head. He would cool off later. Maybe letting him work things out on his own wasn't the best parenting technique, but he needed to for him to grow up into a self sufficient adult. Charlotte and Daryl stepped outside of what would be their room and saw Rick and the others gathering by the door leading out of the cell block.

"Be careful," Charlotte said, getting on her tip toes and kissing his cheek. He nodded and kissed her quickly. He walked over to the group by the door and he gave her one last lingering glance.

"Shane, I want you to be careful," Nora said, looking at the much taller man carefully. The two were alone, standing by their neighboring cells.

"I will be," he replied. Their accents had drastic contrast, his was Southern and hers was British.

"I don't want you to die, Shane," she looked at him with her dark blue eyes, trying to tell him what she couldn't speak. He gave her a soft smile and pulled her into a quick embrace. He knew that they didn't have much time.

"I'll be a'right, Nor. Ya be careful here too, okay?"

"I will be. I have got my kids to take care of."

"I know," before he pulled out of their embrace, he pressed a soft to her dark hair. He wasn't quite sure how the two of them had gotten so much closer to quickly. They had been in the same car for most of the last few weeks so they had talked and kind of bonded. "I'll see ya, Nora."

She nodded and smiled as he walked away. She hoped that he and the rest of the group would be okay.

"What are you doing, mom?" Grace asked, standing at the doorway of the guard booth. Charlotte was on top of the table with a hammer in her hand, nails partially out of her mouth, and holding up a sheet.

"I'm makin' it so you can't see though the walls," Charlotte replied. Grace had to strain to hear her mom, on account of the nails in her mouth.

"Why?"

Charlotte turned around and looked over her shoulder at her daughter with a "Really?" type expression before returning to what she was doing.

"When you were pregnant with me, did you worry that you would mess up and screw up your baby's life?" Grace asked, walking into the room a little more. Charlotte finished the sheet that she was working on and pulled the nails out of her mouth before taking a seat on the desk.

"C'mere," she patted the space next to her. "Grace, when I found out I was having you, I was worried about that more than anything. You have taken all of this so much better than I did. You can ask your dad, I was a nervous wreck most of the time...You don't have a thing to worry about. You're going to be just fine. You've got me, you've got your dad, and Daryl, and a whole group of people to help you if you need it," Charlotte promised.

"It's just scary...does having a baby...hurt?"

"I won't lie, it's probably the most painful thing you'll ever experience...but it'll be worth it..." Charlotte left out the fact that she had the epidural on both pregnancies and Grace would have to give birth naturally.

Time went by rather quickly. Charlotte worked on the room she and Daryl would be sharing, the kids played, Grace, Beth, and Patrick talked, and the made the most of it. Everything was quiet...and rather peaceful even. It was the first time in a long time any of them had a moment to themselves to just think and do something normal.

But, of course, nothing good could ever last. They were lucky they got as long as they did. Rick ran though the gate to the cell block like a madman. He had his gun gripped tightly in his hand and the distress was evident on his face.

"Charlotte! I need you, now!" he shouted. Charlotte literally dropped what she was doing and hurriedly exited the room she was fixing up.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Hershel...he's been bit. I-I had to do something...I-"

Maggie, Glenn, and Carol came in, pushing Hershel on the cart. He had blood all over him and the lower portion of his leg had been hacked off. Charlotte looked at Rick in shock, but she knew what she had to to...she had to shut down and get into nurse mode. She had to save him. Maggie and Beth needed their father and she would need help when Lori and Grace went into labor. Hershel was too important to the group to loose.

AN: Sorry, it was short. I'm trying to hurry up. I've got homework to get done...I like posting on mondays...I think I'll try to make it a weekly thing :)