Later that day, Glenn, Andrea, Jacquie, Morales, T-Dog and Merle still hadn't come back from Atlanta and Amy was starting to get worried. Lori had gone off looking for mushrooms some time ago. The funny thing was, Shane was out checking the perimeter. Those two were out there doing God-knows-what. Clyde and Ed were sitting on top of the RV on watch, or so they wanted people to think. Rachel, Amy, Morale's wife and Carol were looking after the kids. After some time Lori and Shane came back Lori and some of the other women in the camp did the washing.

Suddenly the CV went off. It was T-Dog and he was trying to tell them that they were surrounded by walkers and stuck in a department store. Dale tried to respond, but they lost contact. Lori suggested that they go looking for them, but Shane refused and said that there was nothing they could do.

"She's my sister, you son of a bitch!" Amy spat and ran off. Shane and Lori exchanged glances before she ran after Amy.

A few hours later, a pounding alarm rang though everybody's ears. Dale grabbed his binoculars and surveyed the road. It appeared that there was a red sports car heading towards them. The car finally reached them and a rather excited Glenn emerged. The car alarm was still going off. Shan demanded Glenn to 'pop the hood' so he could turn it off, then he scolded him for making such a noise. Amy questioned Glenn over and over about Andrea's whereabouts, until they saw a truck coming down the road. The first person to come out was Andrea, and Amy instantly ran up to her and hugged her. Morales greeted his family and T and Jacquie greeted everybody else.

Rachel stood aside and just observed while holding her belly. Just as everybody was about to go back to their business, a stranger wearing a police uniform made his way to them. Everyone watched as his face dropped when seeing Shane, Carl and Lori.

"D-DAD?!" Carl hollered and sprinted towards his apparent father. Lori followed her son and the three of them shared an overdue embrace. The man looked at Shane and the two of them shared a warm hug, too. That's when something hit Rachel – where the hell was Merle?

Her smile faded quickly and she waddled forward. "Where's Merle?" she inquired. The man and T exchanged looks. Rachel got the message. She thought about Daryl and how he would react. She backed up with her hand covering her mouth in shock. "How could you?" she breathed. "He's Daryl's brother."

"I know, Rachel, but it was complicated. You know Merle," Glenn stepped in. Rachel bit her lip and processed everything. "You're gonna have to tell 'im," she warned them. The man nodded.

The next morning after breakfast, everybody heard two ear-piercing screams. The men immediately grabbed weapons and ran towards the screams while everyone else just followed. The screams were coming from Sophia and Carl. Apparently, there was a walker nearby. The stranger – Rick, Shane, Glenn, Morales, Jim and Dale confronted the walker, who was feasting on a deer, by beating it up several times before Dale decapitated it with his axe. Rachel, Amy and Andrea watched from a distance in disgust. Then there was a rattling sound coming from the woods. A few branches snapped and Shane pointed his shotgun at the area. To everyone's relief, it was only Daryl coming back from his hunt. Shane lowered his gun. Daryl looked down at the deer and sighed irritably.

"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. "Tha's my deer! Look at it all gnawed on by this filthy, disease -bearin', motherless poxy bastard!" he yelled as he kicked the walker repeatedly.

Dale shook his head. "Calm down, son. That's not helping," he told Daryl. Bad idea.

Daryl walked up to Dale and jabbed his finger at him. "Wha' do you know 'bout it, old man? You take that stupid hat an' go back to 'On Golden Pond'," he barked and turned back to the deer. "Been trackin' this deer for miles!" He retrieved his arrows, "gonna drag it back to camp – cook us up some venison," he looked at Shane while pointing at the eaten part, "you think we can cut 'round this chewed up part right 'ere?"

Shane shook his head. "I would risk that."

Daryl sighed. "Damn shame. Well I got us some squirrel – 'bout a dozen or so. It'll have to do." He looked around and spotted Rachel. She gave him a small comical smile. He shook his head slightly, trying to refrain from smiling back at her. He stepped forward without looking and walked into the walker's head. "C'mon, people, what the hell?" Daryl said and shot it with his crossbow. He took his arrow out of the geek's head and put it back in his crossbow, "It's gotta be the brain; don't ya'll know nothin'?" And with that he made his way back to the camp with everyone following.

"Merle! Merle!" Daryl yelled. "Getcha ugly ass out 'ere! Got us some squirrel! Le's stew 'em up!"

Rachel started feeling sick. He didn't know yet. She called his name and he looked back at her. "There's somethin' you gotta know…" she told him, afraid of what his reaction would be.

He put his crossbow down and looked at her confusedly. "'Bout what?" he asked her. She couldn't bring herself to tell him and Shane noticed. He quickly took over. Clyde and Ed watched the show unfold from on top of the RV.

Shane took a deep breath. "Merle. There was a, uh…problem in Atlanta."

Daryl's face dropped. He looked around and everybody was standing around him, looking at him. He looked at Rachel and her facial expression said it all. He turned back to Shane and frowned. "He dead?"

"We're not sure."

"He either is or he ain't!" Daryl argued.

That's when Rick stepped forward. "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

Daryl narrowed his eyes as he inspected the strange man. "Who are you?"

"Rick Grimes."

Daryl snorted. "Well – Rick Grimes ," he mocked, "you got somethin' you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was danger to us all, so I handcuffed on a roof, hooked to a piece of metal. He's still there," Rick got the point.

Daryl turned around and wiped his face. "Hold on," he mumbled, then turned around again and looked at Rick. "Let me process this: sayin' you handcuffed my brother to a roof…AND YOU LEFT HIM THERE?!" Daryl shouted angrily. Rachel had never seen him this distressed. Daryl Dixon was crying.

Rick nodded. Daryl took a deep breath and threw the squirrels aside, distracting Rick while he took out his hunting knife and tried to attack Rick. Shane intervened, however and held Daryl in a headlock.

"You best let me go!" Daryl yelled. Rachel bit her lip. She could stand to see Daryl like this any longer.

Shane sighed. "I think it's best I don't."

"Choke holdin's illegal!" Daryl complained.

"Yeah, you can file a complaint," Shane retorted sarcastically.

"Shane, let 'im go!" Rachel cried out and moved closer to them. Glenn stepped in front of her, preventing her from moving any closer. Daryl started panting while Rick spoke to him calmly. Eventually Shane let him go. Rick then announced that he was going back into the city to get Merle. Daryl snorted humorlessly and stormed off to his tent. Rachel shot both Rick and Shane a scowl and went after him. Clyde watched jealously. How come she ran after Daryl, but not him like that? Or tried to defend him? He shook his head and went back to watch-duty with Ed.

She'd pay for it later.

Meanwhile, Rachel waddled after Daryl, holding her belly. When she got to his tent, she could hear subtle sobs coming from inside. She bit her lip and hesitated. Finally she opened the tent and went inside. Daryl was on the floor in a crawling position, with his head bowing. He was crying. Rachel got down next to him and lightly rubbed his back.

"Hey. Daryl? It's gonna be okay. You know Merle – he's tough as shit," she comforted him. He took a deep breath and looked at her. He nodded his head. "Okay?" she asked. He nodded some more. She patted his back and smiled. "Well alright then."

The two shared a gaze and Daryl couldn't help but lean forward. His lips crashed against hers and their tongues played together. She taken by surprise at first, but settled down by wrapping her arms around his neck. He stopped and looked down at her belly, which was in the way. She looked down too and smiled. Daryl reached out and placed his hand on hit.

"Hope your eyes are shut tight in there. Ain't gotta see whacha your mama and dad are gettin' up to," he spoke to it. Then he realized what he said. Mama and dad. It sounded so wrong to refer to himself as 'dad', but it felt so right speaking to Rachel's stomach like that. He looked up at her and smiled. She caressed his face and kissed him once more.

They broke apart and she rested her forehead on his. "Rick's goin' back for 'im. You best get ready," she whispered. He sighed and stood up before helping her up, too. "Meetcha out there."

After Daryl, T, Rick and Glenn left, the day went relatively quickly; Rachel and the other women managed to quite a lot of washing done while Andrea and Amy managed to catch some fish for dinner. Before that, however, there was an incident. Andrea, Carol, Amy, Jacquie and Rachel were doing the washing when Ed decided to interfere because they were laughing. He told them to stop messing around and to stick doing the washing. Then Andrea told him that he could do his own washing for a change, but that just made Ed threaten her. After arguing with the women, he commanded Carol to go with him, but Andrea and Jacquie argued. One thing led to another and Carol ended up getting a slap across her face. Rachel and Amy comforted her while Andrea and Jacquie tried to push him away. That's when a hand grabbed Ed by the scruff of his shirt and threw him to the ground. It was Shane. They all watched in horror while Shane beat Ed into a puss-filled pulp. When Ed got back up, Shane kept a real close eye on him as everyone walked back to camp. Then Dale notified everyone about what Jim was doing – digging graves for some unknown reason. Ultimately, Shane was forced to tie him up underneath a tree to calm him down for a while. After some time, Shane let him go and allowed him to join everyone for dinner. Everybody besides Ed and Clyde, who were both sleeping already, even though Clyde should've been on watch.

The only problem was that Rick, Glenn, Daryl and T weren't back yet and Lori and Rachel started getting worried. Lori refused to eat until her husband came back, even though Shane tried his best to convince her. Dale had just finished his story about his watch when Amy stood up.

"Where you going?" Andrea asked her sister.

Amy sighed. "I need you pee," with that, she walked off, "try to be discreet around here." Everybody laughed. A few minutes later, she came out of the RV again and stood at the door. "We're out of toilet paper!" she announced. Nobody really paid attention, but as soon as the air filled up with her screams. Everyone watched in horror as a walker bit into her arm. Soon, there were walkers everywhere and the camp was chaos. Everyone was running around, looking for safety. Clyde soon came rushing out and spotted Rachel all by herself. He grabbed the baseball bat that was nearby and made his way towards her to protect her, a deed that surprised her greatly. He led her to the RV where Lori, Carol, Shane, Carl and Sophia were.

For Rachel, everything was in slow motion. It felt like everything was just a dream. She looked around and the only things she saw were bodies, blood and walkers. She looked at Andrea, who was cradling a dying Amy in her arms, then at Clyde, who actually looked scared. She grabbed his hand and her fingers intertwined with his. Now he knew how she felt all the time around him. Just as they were started bracing themselves for death, Daryl, Rick, Glenn and T emerged from the woods with loaded shotguns. They took down every single walker they possibly could and when they were done, Daryl looked at Rachel and Clyde and noticed them holding hands.

Anger and pain shot through his body. It felt as though someone unloaded a gun on him and each and every inch of his body ached. He could feel his face heat up and he dropped the shotgun he was holding.

Daryl Dixon was heartbroken for the first time in his life.