Author's Note: It's incredibly difficult to write for a show when it's still going on because plot lines continue to change. As of right now I want to try to keep my story along the lines of the show. I'm going to be tweaking the way I'm doing this. Hopefully the outcome is similar, if it's not, I'll make my story go the way I want. After E5 I really wanted to add things from that episode. Here is the new chapter nonetheless, I really, really, really hope you like it!

Daryl shook his head, and quickly came out of the daydream he was having staring at the barred door when Glenn called out for his attention. He was quickly grounded back into reality, realizing he had made up the whole scenario in his mind. Damn he could have sworn he felt her lips softly graze his cheek. All he wanted to do was go find her, rescue her, feel her close again.

"Daryl we need to go get supplies for the baby, while its still daylight."

"I'll take my bike, I can take one other person. Quick trip, we'll get in, get what we need, and get out." Daryl stated, coming back to reality, ignoring his daydream his mind had just conjured up.

"I'll go." Maggie spoke up.

"No you can't, it's too dangerous. I'll go with him." Glenn protested.

"Glenn you stay, if something happens we need a man to defend the place. Plus Maggie knows what we need to get."

"Alright that works." Glenn said, and then bid an emotional goodbye to Maggie.

"Maybe get those prisoners digging some graves if they need somethin' to do." Daryl suggested trying not to intrude on the moment they were having. Honestly he was a little afraid that he might start daydreaming about Carol again. As much as he wanted, no needed, to look for Carol, he knew it might be a lost cause and the baby needed to eat soon. "Alright let's get a move on, ain't got much time to spare." He exited the building, Maggie following.

The two drove a ways down to a small community they had passed through once during the winter. Their journey was a quiet one, no words spoken, each of them trying to take in the events of the day. It was like that until they came to a tree that had fallen across the road, most likely in the storm that had passed by a week or so ago.

"Damn tree." Daryl said as the two got off of the bike as they moved to get the tree of the road enough to pass through. "…So was she bit?" He asked, making conversation and because he was just flat out curious.

"N-no. Had to cut the baby out of her, botched C-section essentially." Maggie said, trying to come to terms with it as the words exited her mouth.

"Down right shame. Poor kid too, hada shoot his own mother." Maggie nodded in silence, imagining how Carl was going to deal with today.

"Something no one's prepared for."

"Questioned her judgment sometimes, with Shane an all. But she was a good woman, she'll be missed. They were all good people we lost today. We're closer than family was to me. I've known them since the second day of all this mess, right outside Atlanta. Lori, T-Dog and…Carol." He forced himself to say her name, not wanting to give up and believe that she actually was really gone.

"Oh my God, Carol. I'm so sorry." She had almost totally forgotten in her selfish sadness about T-Dog and Carol. But mostly because she was with Daryl currently and she had seen how close they had gotten over the past few months. Maybe she was the only one to notice the closeness because she was a woman and could just tell with those things, but nonetheless she knew. She knew underneath his rough exterior things couldn't be going well for him. Yes Lori was her friend but her sadness was nowhere near what it would be like if it had happened to Glenn. But maybe they weren't as close as she thought, assuming things was never the best thing to be doing.

His face dropped unintentionally just the sound of someone else's voice implying that she was gone made it all the more heart wrenching for him, it made it more real. He didn't fight it though; it would take too much effort. As much as he didn't want to show he cared, it was almost thrust upon him. He always wanted to be the badass so that no one could play his emotions against him but he let himself break and be sensitive for a moment. After all it was just Maggie; he doubted if he did let his guard down, she would use it against him. They had all become close over the winter, and it was a small, close knit group, he wasn't as worried about it as he would have been months ago.

"Thanks, ain't nothin' really." He paused and looked down at his feet, face contorting with emotion. "She was just real excited to see that baby. Had a lot of hope for it." He'd spent enough time with her to know that she was really looking forward to there being another young kid around to take care of. Probably to fill some sort of void she had when she lost Sophia. She had confided her excitement to him, many times among the many things they talked about.

Maggie nodded. "She would have been so good with it."

"Damn right." He wondered how she would have helped out and interacted with it. He wished he could see. He kind of even hated to admit he was excited to see it too, not that he had really told anyone. He had always had a soft spot for kids, innocent and all. Remembering how he was treated as one and not wanting anyone else to get treated like him.

"We should probably go." Maggie said once the log was moved far enough off of the road for them to get by. The ride was silent until they reached a small daycare center on the outskirts of the nearby town. Maggie went in first through a back window, Daryl following behind. He looked around taking everything in.

Cribs, toys scattered on the floor, various artwork. The wall to the left of him had cut out handprints of kids who presumably attended the center. His eyes were automatically drawn to one with the name Sofie. Damn. What was that feeling in his chest? It hit him hard just seeing the name. Never would he have ever have thought he could feel so much for a little girl he hadn't really know that well. But he as he had gotten closer to Carol, looking for her, he felt closer to her, and he would have done just about anything to find her. Maybe that's why he cared so much about this new baby, to fill the void of never being able to truly find Sophia. He couldn't say for sure though. He knew though, he knew he cared for her. And he felt like he had let himself and Carol down by not finding her. In turn though it made them gravitate to each other though, that was one good outcome of Shane's conquest to destroy the barn walkers. He missed Carol currently, and he missed not having the chance to get to know her and Sophia better.

Walking around the building gave him pangs of regret. Regret for never settling down before the world went to hell. Hell he'd never even actually been with a woman. He regretted not fighting harder to find Sofia, not being back at the prison searching every inch of it looking for Carol. But he tried to be present. But the cribs and finger paintings made him wish he had more to fight for in this world. At least he could maybe help take care of the baby, maybe.

The two managed to gather up a small supply of formula, clothes, blankets, and diapers. Not much, but enough to make it through for a while. It was nightfall when they returned to the prison. The baby was wailing when they entered, Maggie went to get a bottle ready while Daryl went straight for the kid, wanting to see her. He took off his poncho and wrapped the now cleaned baby in it.

"Shhhh it's alright. It's okay." He did his best to soothe the newborn. Maggie handed him a bottle, the newborn took it willingly. "There we go. See it's alright, sweetheart." He held her close to him, doing his best to console her. The group looked at the two with almost amusement, they knew Daryl was a bit of a softy but seeing him hold a baby was a tad humorous. "She got a name yet?" He asked the new big brother, Carl.

"No not yet." He said looking up at Daryl. "Maybe Sophia." Damn that name just kept coming up today didn't it? "Or Carol, or Andrea, Amy, Jackie." He continued, Daryl didn't pay much attention after hearing the names Sophia and Carol, it made his face turn instantly displeased. The rest of the names just made the rest of the group feel somber and melancholy. "Or Lori? I don't know." The kid was doing well, considering. Beth put a hand on his shoulder.

"How 'bout ass-kicker?" He laughed, trying to lighten the mood. He felt like he had been appointed leader on technicality. He knew things needed to get done, and Glenn was a bit weak for it yet, so he'd do what he had to until Rick came out of his state. "That's a good name ain't it? Little ass-kicker?" The rest of the group laughed, even the prisoners. It felt good where he was at despite what had happened. It just made all of them a tad bit closer, and now with a baby to take care of, it was important they all rally around one another. Even if he wasn't the leader, he knew he would do a lot to protect this group. He just wished that Carol could be here too. But she was out there somewhere, she had to be.

He told himself he would go looking for her tomorrow. And Rick too, who had reportedly went AWOL. They would get some necessary sleep and search tomorrow. He did excuse himself for a few moments and went out to where there had been some graves dug. He saw the one with Carol's initial shaped with rocks. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Cherokee rose, it was kind of their…thing? But he didn't do it because he thought she was dead, but because he had hope.

So this episode did a really good job of showing Daryl's feeling for Carol I feel so since I love Caryl I wanted to incorporate that. I even did the scene they say got deleted on The Talking Dead. Oh and Norman Reedus with the baby? My ovaries exploded, pretty sure. So yes this was a good episode. Hot guys with babies who miss their woman who just went missing, good episode. I hope you still like the story, despite how I tweaked it.