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Shortly after the sun had rose, the prison started bustling around. Beth with baby in hand went to wake Clara up but Hershel stopped her. He told his youngest that Clara needed rest from what Rick had told him. She nodded and decided she would save a bowl of oats for her anyways.

Few hours went by and when Clara did wake, she let out a god awful groan. Her leg was crying out treason against her as she tried to get up, only to slump back down and roll onto her side. Her hazel eyes shut as she sighed and slung her arm over her face. It was fairly dark in her cell. As if she'd called out, there was a tap on the iron bars behind the sheets.

"Clara?"

She lazily let out a muffled "yeah?" She mover her head to where she was peeking out from beneath her arm. Hershel came in and slid the sheets over to where light lit her up. He gave her a friendly smile and sat down in the chair across from her.

"I heard a noise and figured it was either a walker or you had just woken up." The amusement in his voice was contagious. Clara had to chuckle.

"Yeah, I feel horrible. My leg seems to have left me worse for wear today Doc." Her voice was serious as he leaned forward and motioned for her to sit up.

Clara pushed the cover off of her and winced as she quickly realized it wasn't just her leg that was sore. Her shoulders and sides were too.

"My guess is you must have put your body through the ringer yesterday. Bethy came to wake you this morning but I told her to let you sleep." His hand gently motioned to her leg and she grunted as he pressed and moved it around. "Yep. Muscles are taught."

He took out a canteen of water and a few pills. "A pain killer and one of the anti inflammatories I have in my arsenal. Stay inside today please. Move around but don't exert yourself." He watched as she took the pills and even stuck out her tongue to show him. Hershel smiled at her and patted her hand.

"You remind me of my girls. Tough as nails but sweet as sugar." The compliment took Clara by surprise as she felt her chest tighten.

"You remind me of my Dad." Her eyes averted from his momentarily and she felt him squeeze her hand. "He was a good man. Served in the Army for a few years. Got out, met mom and settled down. They had me. Opened up a construction business with his brother." She took a breath and Hershel nodded for her to continue.

"His name was Sebastian. When I got old enough he would take me hunting and fishing. Made sure I had piano lessons. When I diverted to the guitar he supported me. He always made time for me, even when Mom..Leslie, went bat shit crazy."

The old man gave her a look and Clara smiled ruefully. "Mom was manic depressive since he'd been diagnosed with Cancer. She kinda just self imploded. Dad had Prostate Cancer. She would take too many pills and cry all the time. She would just forget about me."

Clara's eyes weren't really focused on anything but it felt good opening up to someone. "I had gotten home from school one day and Dad was waiting for me on the front steps. He said we were going to a cabin we had close to the shore. I had raced upstairs and packed a bag for the weekend.

We had a blast. We got ice cream and fished off the shore. At night we'd build a fire and Id sing and he'd pitch in…."

It was quiet for a moment as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. She blinked and smiled at Hershel. Her cheeks flushed and her voice broke.

"Dad was kind. Even at the end he made sure he was the best Dad he could be. I have never had anyone love me the way he did. His eyes were always knowing and his hugs reassured me." She awkwardly laughed and wiped some more. "You have the same look in your eyes sometimes. You love Beth and Maggie so much. Just hits home. Makes me miss him so much."

Hershel felt his eyes slightly water but he pulled the girl in for a hug. "Well, he did a good job. You're a wonderful young woman and that's all we ever pray for being fathers. Daughters who are smart and strong. I'm sure he's proud. I would be." He squeezed her and let her go, feeling her tension ease.

"Thanks Hershel." Clara mumbled out and straightened herself out. He rose after giving her a pat on the cheek and hobbled out. Her mind thought over their conversation and she sighed. Yes, she dearly missed her Daddy. But she was grateful he didn't have to suffer this world as they did.

Clara hadn't bothered changing out of her shorts. She just slipped on a bra and a tight teeshirt. Her bare feet brought her slowly to the laundry room as Carol and Beth greeted her happily. Beth pulled a chair up and handed her a bar of soap.

"Morning." She said as she plunged her arms into the water and began scrubbing the jeans in her hands. Beth nodded and motioned to her leg.

"You okay? Was gonna bring you breakfast but Dad intercepted me."

Clara shrugged and plunged again. "Been better but been a hell of a lot worse too." She gave Beth a genuine smile and began ringing out the jeans.

"Your Dads a great guy. Easy to talk to."

Beth nodded and gleamed with that Daddies girl pride.

Hours slipped by and after everyones clothes, including her own, were washed and dry. She carefully handled the clothes Carol loaded her down with. Clara began dropping them off by cell. First it was Tyreese's, Hershel's, then Daryl's. Like the others she neatly placed them on his bed.

It had been made. Her brows slightly came together at the sight. Daryl didn't look the type to make his bed before he started his day. She found herself looking at the rest of the neat cell. Sure it wasn't spotless but she could see him here. Her eyes trailed over the makeshift weapons rack and his organized cleaning stuff.

Gun oil, rags, brushes, string wax and other essentials to keeping his weapons maintained. He had a few other odds and ends laying around. Clara closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled. Faintly the muskiness and the smell of leather tickled her nose. Daryl was much deeper than an accent and his crossbow.

Her eyes opened and she looked around one last time before she dropped her clothes off at her room. Her mind kept circling back to the older man. He had to be no more than maybe 33? Daryl could also just look older or he could be the opposite. She didn't know anything about him other than what was obvious.

And since when was that important? She huffed and cleared her head. Doesn't matter. It never did any good to think on these things. He was a man. He was older. And…he made her twitch. She'd been around the world and met men who were celebrities…sex dripping off them in rivers…but none of them were like him. He made her itch.

She remembered that octave in his voice when they had met. Clara's inner self had wanted to fight him, but something made her buckle. Even now her skin broke out in goose bumps. Alright, that's enough! She growled and got her shit together. She took a few minuets and grabbed her guitar. She slipped her boots on and went outside to join Beth and the baby.

When the younger blonde seen the guitar her eyes lit up and she made Judith clap. "Yay! Clara's gonna sing for us!" Beth's baby voice made Clara snort but she maneuvered herself onto the grass in front of them.

She decided on one of her favorite songs. It was soft and she figured the baby would take to the melody. Clara placed her fingers and slowly began strumming. Beth watched her intently and smiled when she recognized the tune. Clara nodded for her to start.

"I am outside…

and I've been waiting for the sun,

with my wide eyes..

I've seen worlds that don't belong…

my mouth is dry with words i cannot verbalize…

tell me why we live like this?

Keep me safe inside..your arms like towers tower over me.."

Beth kept her voice in tune with the guitar and Clara smiled, telling her she was doing good…then she took over.

"Cause we are broken!

What must we do to restore

Our innocence and all the promise we adored?

Give us life again…cause we just wanna be whole…

Lock the doors cause id like to capture this voice..

It came to me tonight, so everyone will have a choice…and under red lights..

Ill show myself it wasn't forged..we're at war…we live like this.."

When Clara opened her eyes to signal Beth to continue, the younger girl sputtered and her voice cracked. But after a second she picked up the chorus and Clara sang with her, enjoying the companionship of their voices sounding so lovely together. After they wrapped it up, Beth sat there open mouthed and snuggling Judith who was quiet too.

"Oh my god! You're THE Clara!" The blonde was blushing furiously and giddy. She palmed her forehead and then just started laughing as Clara giggled and let her have a moment. "I just sang with one of my favorite artists! Holy bejeezus!" Clara sighed and tapped her guitar.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. But please, I'm just Clara. I'm nobody these days so just treat me the same, please?" She was nervous because she truly enjoyed being a normal post apocalyptic gal. To her relief Beth nodded and calmed a little.

"Okay. But I hope you'll sing for everyone sometime." She had hope in her eyes and Clara groaned.

"Only if you sing with me." She gave the other blonde a sneaky look and she all too happily obliged. After the mood settled and they sang a few more, Clara realized how late it was getting.

"Think they'll be back soon?" Her question was something that Beth had also found herself wondering throughout the day. Usually on runs they were back by 5 or so, it was getting dark now.

Beth shuffled the baby in her arms and kissed the top of her head. "Hope so. Hard to tell. Always worry when they go out. Maggie always keeps herself busy while Glenn's gone…" Her voice trailed off and right on que, Judith began crying. "Time for her bottle. Dinner should be soon anyways.."

Clara picked her guitar up and followed them inside. People eyed her with the guitar in hand. She dropped it off to her room and returned down stairs. Dinner was shortly done and she was grateful to eat. When everyone was done she helped with dishes and made her way back outside.

She wrapped her arms around herself and was not surprised to see Rick looking towards the gate. Worry was etched all over his face. Clara stood beside him and nudged him with her shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts…"

He eased up a little and put his hands on his hips. "They should have been back by now."

Clara nodded and tried to be positive. "I'm worried too but, don't think the worst. Probably got held up. Daryl seems like a hard bastard to kill." Her mouth drew tight but the corner settled slightly into a smirk. Finally Rick nodded and exhaled.

"You're probably right. Need to relax. Those guys know what they are doin." Once his eyes met hers, she knew he would more than likely be up all night. He nudged her shoulder with his and walked towards the tower in front of the prison.

Clara was worried about them. But she focused on her feet as she went to her cell and settled in. Her leg was sore still, but a lot more tolerant. The short dirty blond pulled her sheets closed and reluctantly went to bed. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, she drifted off.

**Song is We Are Broken by Paramore***