"I don't know, I just don't get it. Why isn't he moving?"
"Stress Lori?" Trixie glanced between the two women before daring to walk over and leaned against the cell door.
"Might be stress, or maybe even not enough water. Could be anything but I doubt it's something serious. Hershel did say we needed to rest, maybe that's just what he's doing. Resting." Lori smiled to Trixie as she helped to calm her nerves but Carol had to open her mouth.
"You don't know a thing. As far as we know, him not moving means he's dead." Trixie rolled her eyes before shaking her head no to Lori and walking away. She didn't like how Carol was starting to act all high and mighty still. It made her think Carol didn't appreciate what she had and was being given every day, to treat others as if they were stupid or lower than her. Grumbling to herself, Trixie walked into the front room where there was an inside guard tower, something to overlook the lunchroom and to safely observe the prisoners eating, and noticed the guys at one of the tables with a few things around them. T-Dog was holding up a mask, or it looked like a mask, it had something dripping off of it when she got to the table. About to ask what the things were, she was suddenly hit with a strong smell of death and gagged. Daryl, Rick and Hershel all glanced up to her, Daryl putting his arm around her shoulders as she waved them off.
"We could boil them." T-Dog, not seeing Trixie yet, made it worse though and as she gagged yet again, Glenn hit T-Dogs shoulders and pointed to her. "Oh shit…sorry!"
"It's fine. I don't even want to know."
"No, you don't. And there ain't enough firewood in a whole forest. Besides, we've made it this far without them, let's just keep the flash bangs and shit and get rid of this. Stinking up the place anyway."
"I agree with that a hundred percent. Oh god, how can yall even stand to be in here right now!" Gasping for air, Trixie went to move further away from the rotting flesh infested armor when Carol walked into the front room.
"Hershel?" Everyone glanced up to her, Trixie scowling a bit, as Hershel started to walk over to Carol.
"Everything alright?" Trixie glanced back to Rick, wondering what he would do if he found out Lori was freaking out over the baby but Carol didn't tell him a thing.
"Yeah, nothing to worry about." Nodding to Hershel, they both headed back into the cell Trixie had saw Lori in and left the others to wonder what was going on. Trixie rolled her eyes before glancing to Rick and smiling as much as she could.
"Loris fine, just getting a bit over worried for nothing. I seen her, its all good." Rick hesitated for a moment before nodding and looking back over the items they had on the table. T-Dog was still arguing with them that using the armor would be a good thing, and by the time he won out on at least cleaning it all, Glenn had started to go and gather things for a fire outside. Rick was helping to move some of the less rotten items out there, but was taking Daryl's suggestion and scrapping the ones with the most flesh inside. Trixie sat down at one of the other tables while they guys moved the things outside, making the air inside start to stink less, and when Beth and Carl came through they smiled to her and stopped by her side.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Had to get up for a bit but the smell in here knocked me right back down."
"Smell? What smell?" Trixie glanced to Beth and smiled, pointing to the table where Rick and the guys had been. She noticed the grenades and flash bangs over there but nothing else and tried to figure out what Trixie as talking about but Carl beat her to it.
"Oh dad got the armor in here huh! I thought he was going to clean it." Nodding to Carl as Beth stuck her tongue out, Trixie chuckled.
"I think they are, outside, but don't get to close!" Trixie had to holler the last part as Carl took off outside. Once he made it through the door Beth and Trixie heard someone grumbling about him watching where he was going and they smiled as Daryl walked over to them. "He's just excited babe, wants to help his dad out."
"Yeah but the kid can still watch where he's going. Going to knock someone down one day. Then what?" Grumbling a bit more, Daryl sat down on the table top beside Trixie and started to fiddle with his arrows. Smiling up to him, Trixie patted his knee before glancing over to Beth.
"So what were you doing before carl left you?"
"Oh we were going to go and play some cards or something. It's boring in the cell but daddy doesn't want us traveling anywhere right now since they still got to check out the prison." Trixie nodded as Daryl gave Beth a pointed look, he understood where Hershel was coming from.
"Its fine, if you got the cards, we can play here." Beth shook her head, glancing out the door.
"Nope, Carl has them. But oh well. Hey can I ask you something?" Trixie smiled at Beth and nodded.
"Sure thing. What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering. Have you thought of any names for the baby?" Trixie and Daryl both glanced up to Beth now, looking to each other for a moment before shrugging.
"Not really, why?" Beth frowned at Daryl's tone before shrugging.
"Was just thinking, maybe I could give some suggestions. If you want that is." Trixie smiled, nodding and gave Daryl's knee a squeeze.
"Sure, what were you thinking?" Beth smiled bright as she fumbled with her words, not wanting to be embarrassed too much.
"Well I liked Dahlia for a girl. Or Summer. And then there's Tyler for a boy. Or even….Jimmy." Beth blushed a bit, making Trixie chuckle as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Summer actually sounds nice. It might be closer to that time when the baby decides to come out anyways the way it's looking."
"I done told you it's going to be a boy. Ain't naming my son Summer." Trixie laughed, shaking her head at Daryl while Beth tried to come up with some names for a boy that he liked. And that's what they did for a bit too, sat there, making up names with each other as Daryl cleaned his bows and they all waited for Rick.
