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I had one arm around Rick's shoulder now whilst Glenn was supporting my waist so I keep hold of my baby. We stepped over the walkers, trying to not trip as I hid Genevieve's eyes from the blood. I knew she would never remember this but I still didn't want her to see anything like this so young. "Daryl, you okay huntin' alone?" Rick asked as we got outside. I didn't look up at him as he came closer to him, still holding a crossbow out towards the woods. "Sure, but why? Who's this?" He asked. "It's Kathryn, she's really weak so we have to get her back to Hershel." Rick answered before I could stop him. "Yeah, and her baby could probably do with some attention too." Glenn added. Oh great, I kept my eyes down kissing he top of my baby's head. "Kathryn?" Rick seemed to nod, still trying to support me.
I knew I had to look up eventually so I took a deep breath and came face to chest with Daryl. With another intake of breath I looked up into his eyes, they were still as blue as I remembered if not brighter. His eyebrows were furrowed, as they always seemed to be when I knew him. He looked down at the bold head in my arms then back up at me. "I'll carry her back." He muttered trying to move Glenn. "Daryl we need you ta hunt. Me and Glenn are more than capable of carrying her back." Daryl bit his lip and nodded moving away from Glenn. "No need to bite ma head off Rick." He stated heading in the opposite direction, crossbow in hand.
I held Genevieve closer, kissing her head as Rick and Glenn help support me as we walked. "Thanks for inviting me back." I whispered, really aware of how slow we were going. "Ain't a problem Kate. You're one of us." Rick said, giving me a reassuring rub on my shoulder. "Have you got enough supplies? You know? For me and her?" I whispered, rubbing my thumb over Gen's blanket. "We got enough, that's nothing you need to worry about right now." I bit my lip, almost crying. These people were treating me like family even when I abandoned them that day on the farm. "Does she have a name yet?" Glenn asked, looking down at my baby. I smiled. "Genevieve." I saw Glenn smile in my peripheral vision. "That's a pretty name." He commented. "Thanks." I returned, trying to make myself walk faster. "The camp is just up ahead alright? You okay to walk?" I bit my lip and nodded.
In all honesty, I felt like I was going to give out any second. "Rick she doesn't look so good, maybe we should carry her?" Rick lifted my head up with his fingers gently, observing my face. "Kathryn, you look really pale. You sure you can walk? It's no trouble to carry you." I shook my head. "I'm fine, please. Just." Then I felt my legs give way. Without their support I tumbled, thankfully being caught by Rick whilst Glenn was going to get the baby. "Right, we're carrying ya. Glenn, carry Genevieve." He nodded, holding his arms out for me. I kissed her head and put her gently into Glenn's arms. Rick lifted me, and then managed to get me into a bridal style position so he could carry me a lot easier. "Keep her sight Glenn." I whispered wrapping my arms around Rick's shoulders. He nodded, holding her gingerly making it obvious he's not held a baby before.
It took at least another 20 minutes before we reached the edge of 'camp'. I glanced around, seeing less people than there was when I left but they all stared as Glenn carried in a mass of blankets and Rick carrying me. "Hershel, we need your help over here." Rick shouted he reached one of the tents. The older man came over to us, unzipping the flap for all of us to file in. Rick laid me down as gently as he could on a sleeping bag as Glenn kept holding Gen. "Check her first, please." I begged as Hershel looked at me. He followed my eye line to Glenn who put the baby in his arms.
He accepted her willingly, unwrapping her from the blankets. She was getting fidgety as he laid her down on the floor. "How old is she?" He asked. "About a week, 8 days." He nodded feeling her chest and carrying out his examination. "Hush now sweetheart." I whispered to her, her hand grabbing my finger. I smiled lightly, hoping that it would stop her fidgeting. "She been crying and feeding?" Hershel asked gently, looking at me. I nodded. "She likes her milk, feeds around every 3, maybe 4 hours." He nodded approvingly. "That's good, well she seems healthy. Perhaps a little skinny but that can't be helped. You did really well." I smiled wider, kissing Genevieve's fingers. "Now, let me check you?" Hershal asked as I nodded. "Glenn will you move…"
"Genevieve." I finished for him. He smiled as Glenn picked her up and started playing with her next to us, always keeping her in my sight. He checked my abdomen as much as he could, finding a particular tender spot on my lower abdomen. "Shit." I hissed. Hershal stopped pressing and lightly felt around it. "It seems you're just sore, which is normal and with no medication it's just escalated and taking longer to heal. You bleeding at all?" He asked quietly so Glenn didn't hear. "A little to start with but not now." He smiled and nodded. "Again normal. You're lucky. I just recommend you take a few days to rest up, sleep and get some food in you." I smiled reaching for his hand. "Thanks Hershal, and I'm sorry for leaving." He smiled and covered my hand with his other one. "Not a problem, just glad to see you breathing." He left the tent as Glenn handed Genevieve back to me. "Hey fidget, stop it. You'll get fed in a minute, stop you're whining." Glenn smiled, ruffling my hair before he left the tent. I kissed her head before putting her back down on the floor. I turned onto my side so I was facing her, resting my hand on her stomach. I hummed softly and soon enough I felt myself drifting off to sleep.