Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or show, I'm just having a lot of fun with them.

Warnings: Violence, Blood and Gore, Mpreg.

Triggerfinger

POV: Glenn

The sun had gone down as the dust settled after Rick put the final shot right between Tony's eyes, I walked from behind the bar up to him with shot gun in hand, and Hershel joined him as well to look at Tony's dead body. Rick uncocked his gun and put it back in his holster as I said. "Holy shit." I was in shock at what had just happened.

"You all right?" Rick asked concerned. Was I, I wasn't quite sure at the time, it had just happened so fast, killing both Dave and Tony, but he had to do it or they would've killed us. I knew this, didn't make it better, walkers was one thing but this was really the first time Rick had intentionally killed a living person, at least in front of me. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the last.

"Yeah." I told him, it was a lie, 'cause I wanted Daryl. I was hoping we could go home now, it was dark and we needed to get out of here and back to the farm where it was safe.

"Hershel?" Rick asked looking at him. Hershel nodded, then he looked back at me, I nodded it was time to go.

"Let's head back." Hershel said voicing what we were all thinking. I moved back to the bar as Rick bent down and picked up Tony's shotgun, and checked his pockets, he found a couple of shells. He placed them in his shirt pocket as him and Hershel walked away from Tony to the front door.

I had gone back behind the bar and walked slowly and careful around Dave as I bent to pick up his pistol on the ground next to his dead body. The dead have never made him comfortable, it's even worse now that they can come back, luckily Rick had gone for headshots, though at this point I was pretty sure unless you were bit you weren't coming back.

As we made our way to the door headlights flashed through the windows. "Car. Car." Rick said as we ran for the door. "Get down." Rick said quietly, Hershel hid between the front windows, I was between the window and the door and Rick hid behind the left side of the double doors. We all had her backs against the walls and crouched. Rick had his gun back out ready to use. I pulled my shotgun to my chest. I gasped in pain though as it brushed my chest, I knew why my chest and nipples were so sore, though it was embarrassing to say the least as I moved the gun away from my chest.

Hershel looked at me but didn't comment as the car got closer and stopped as the engines were shut off and doors opened and closed as people got out. A man's voice spoke up from outside. "Dave? Tony? They said over here?" He asked another man who answered.

"Yeah."

A third man spoke then. "I'm telling you, man, I heard shots."

The second replied. "I saw roamers two streets over, might be more around here." He had to be talking about walkers.

"It's hot." First guy commented. "We gotta get out of here."

"Dave! Tony!" Third guy called as we heard foots steps on the wooden planks that was along the bar and whatever shops were next to it.

"Shut up, you idiot! You wanna attract 'em?" First guy asked. "Just stick close we're gonna find 'em."

One shadow passed the window that had red and white checkered shades drawn so they couldn't see us. Another stopped right in front of the door on the right side of it, his shadow over the pane glass windows in the top of them.

"Dude he said to stay close." Second guy said. "Tony." The guy called as he followed third guy down the wooden walkway, whoever they were, we had just killed their friends. We were so screwed and I was starting to get terrified again, only this time, I didn't think they'd ignore me like the walkers had been doing.

Rick turned to look out the window next to him, moving the shade to see as we had been sitting here for the last several minutes and there wasn't a sound. I followed his lead and looked out the window I was next to trying to stay calm, I didn't see anyone.

I heard more footsteps as the boards creaked as they walked. Rick stood up against the door staying out of sight. He leaned again to see outside the window better, a few seconds later he crouched back down and silently moved over to us.

"Why won't they leave?" I asked in a frightened whisper not wanting them to hear us, I hoped they didn't have Daryl's hearing though I think that if they did they'd know we were here already.

"Would you?" Hershel whispered back.

"We can't sit here any longer." Rick whispered urgently to us, we needed to get out of here before walkers showed up. "Let's head out the back and make a run to the car." Hershel and I agreed, as we started to move, we heard a gunshots coming from outside, we ducked back down where we had been hiding moments ago.

Rick looked out the top of the window that didn't have a shade across it watching two guys talking.

The first guy from earlier asked. "What happened?"

Third guy answered. "Roamers, I nailed 'em." Idiot, those shots were leading more walkers right to us.

Second guy spoke up then. "They disappeared but their car's still there." Rick put his back against the door again as we continued to listen to him talk. "I cleared those buildings, you guys get this one?" Rick looked at us as we heard them getting closer.

"No." Frist guy said.

"Me neither." Third replied.

"We're looking for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?" The second guy asked as they stepped on the walkway again. Rick crouched back down; I looked at him freaking out. Rick cocked his gun again as they approached the door, just as the door started to open I reacted, I left my shotgun leaning against the wall as I shuffled in front of the opening door staying low and pushing my back against it shutting it on them.

"What?" Third guy asked.

"Someone pushed it shut. There's someone in there." Second informed them. I bit my lip as tears were forming in my eyes, my emotions were not in my control at that moment and even worse since I got pregnant.

I looked at Rick as he shook his head at my actions. "Yo, is someone in there?" Second guy asked loudly. "Yo, if someone's in there we don't want no trouble." I looked at Hershel he was just as scared as I was. He continued to speak to us. "We're just looking for our friends."

"What do we do?" First guy asked.

"Bum rush the door?" Third guy suggested.

"No, we don't know how many are there, just relax." Second guy tells them, sounds like the leader. He spoke to us again. "We don't want any trouble. We're just looking for our friends." We were dead, 'cause we killed their friends. "If something happened tell us. This place is crawling with corpses." He informed us. "If you can help us not get killed, I'd appreciate it."

There were more footsteps across the wooden planks as first guy spoke up again. "You're bugging, I'm telling you nobody's in there."

"Someone guard the door, if they're in there, they might know where Dave and Tony are." Second guy said. Rick wiped his forehead as sweat was gathering from the heat and the situation we were in. I felt sick, and hungry I hadn't eaten since lunch and that had been very little after the events of earlier today. This has to be the longest day, and it still wasn't over.

Their footsteps started to get softer as it traveled some distance but it only sounded like one set. Rick finally spoke up I don't know if it had been the smart thing to do, but we were trapped and so he spoke up loudly. "They drew on us!" I glanced at Hershel as he sighed and put his head in his hands, I felt that had been the wrong move to, but what else was he supposed to do.

The footsteps came back. I tensed up against the door trying to keep it closed should they try to enter again. "Dave and Tony in there? They alive?" Second guy asked.

Rick looked at the ground, bit his lip, shook his head and for a minute said nothing then answered his question. "No."

"They killed Dave and Tony." Second informed the other two.

"Come on man let's go." First asked.

"No, I'm not leaving, I'm not telling Jane. I'm not gonna go back and tell them that Dave and Tony got shot by some assholes in a bar." Second told 'em.

"Your friend drew on us!" Rick shouted at them. Rick never would have shot Dave and Tony if they had just had their drink and left. "They gave us no choice!" There was silence Rick continued, trying to reason with them. "I'm sure we've all lost enough people, done things we wish we didn't have to, but—but it's like that now, you know that!" No answer. "So let's just chalk this up to what it was—wrong place, wrong—" A shotgun blast destroyed the window above me, I curled up as the glass shards fell on me one arm on my belly trying to protect my baby.

When no other bullets came after the first Rick stood up and fired back through the window they had just shot through, Rick looked at me and Hershel and shouted as he fired. "Get outta here! Go!" Hershel and I got to our feet and still partially crouched headed for the back door as more shots were fired and glass shattered in the bullets wake.

Rick crouched back down at the door, I slid under one of the tables and Hershel hid behind a wall panel. I whimpered and yelped as a bullet nearly hit me. Hershel who had grabbed my shotgun from the wall where I had left it peaked out and slid it to me. I took a hold of it knowing what I had to do, for myself, for Daryl, for this baby growing inside me. I needed to make the hard choices now so it could live.

I scooted my back against the piano next to the table I had slid under, I used it for cover as I grasped my shotgun in both hands, the gunfire stopped, I looked to Rick, then Hershel who had his own gun out and ready to use. "Daryl." I whispered softly as I was thinking on what he'd have done, if he was here instead of me. But I knew exactly what he would have done, he would've told them how he helped kill Dave and Tony, how he had danced on their corpses and pissed in their faces, he would fire back at these assholes, 'cause Dave and Tony were killed protecting his own. That's what Rick had done, killed them protecting his own, these guys were trying to kill us out of revenge and all this noise was going to bring unwanted attention from the walkers.

Rick opened the chamber in his gun and dumped the empty shells then reached in his pocket to reload it while it was still quit outside. "Hey!" He called as he worked on getting the ammo out of his shirt pocket. "We all know this is not gonna end well! There's nothing in it for any of us!" They didn't answer, they didn't shoot either, Rick continued trying to reason with them. "You guy, just—just back off, no one else gets hurt!" He clicked the chamber back into place after reloading.

We heard a bottle rattle in the back, we all looked at the exit. I looked at Rick; he made a motion with his head for me to check it out. He had to stay there in case they shot through the front again. I stood up and jogged to the exit door I was not going to tell Daryl I did this or Rick was so dead.

I took a deep breath trying to calm the fear racing through me as I slowly opened the back door, I aimed my shotgun as I looked outside, I really wished we had Daryl's hearing and eye sight right about now. It was a basement area there were bottles and cans and an old woodstove set in the middle of the room. Chairs and tables on one side, windows letting in moonlight on the other. I slowly headed down the stairs with my gun ready to fire the moment someone or something posed a threat to me and my baby. Now I understood that whole protective instinct thing, being pregnant does give you a different perspective on women and their young.

I paused when one of the stairs creaked loudly, I moved again when nothing happened and kept going till I got to the bottom. I looked around the crates and old junk down here as I went further into the room, praying the whole time that no one was down there, that no walkers were down there either.

I paused as I heard a bottle clatter and first guy cuss. "Shit!" I saw the exit door leading out of the basement and there were shadows behind the pane glass windows, a heard a shotgun cock. One of the guys tried the white knob as it started to turn, I froze I couldn't seem to move my feet. So I aimed my gun instead and fired at the glass shattering it all over them.

"Glenn! Glenn!" Rick shouted from inside, concerned.

"I—I'm all right, I'm all right!" I called back as I looked at the door I'd come from. Then I moved getting up against the wall near the double doors I'd just shot at. I cocked the shotgun listening as the empty shell fell to the floor while the chamber reloaded a second round ready to fire should the need arise.

I waited there for a minute, I moved to face the door making it easier to see and shoot should one of them make an appearance. I turned as I heard footsteps behind me and jumped when I saw Hershel standing there. He raised his hands before moving his free hand to the barrel of my shotgun and lowering it, he held his gun in the other.

I took another calming breath. "Sorry, sorry." Once I lowered the shotgun Hershel spoke up.

"Rick wants you to try for the car."

"Try?" I asked; I unconsciously put my hand on my belly in reflex at hearing this, if Hershel noticed he made no comment about it.

"You'll try and succeed. I'll cover you." Hershel promised.

"That's a great plan." Okay I may have sounded a little sarcastic at that, but what did they expect I was risking my life and my child's life, (granted Hershel didn't know that last part) after I promised Daryl I wouldn't do that ever again, since the well incident.

I took a breath then moved from my spot against the wall and walked gun aimed to the door I had shot out a few minutes ago. I slowly opened the double doors hearing their hinges squeak as they swung open, I glanced at Hershel who was standing there with his gun in both hands ready to use.

I slowly peaked out checking both sides looking for anyone living or dead that may be walking around before inching my way outside the safety of the bar. Hershel followed behind as I slipped down the step to the ground and looked at him as I headed towards where the car was parked.

Suddenly there was a gun shot behind me, I ducked as Hershel fired back. Unlike the guy, Hershel hit his mark as he grunted in pain when he fell to the ground. It hadn't been a kill shot as I heard him groaning and moaning where he landed. I hid behind one of those big dumpsters there. Behind some trashcans mostly hidden from Hershel with my back to the exit of the ally I was in.

I heard Rick run up to Hershel, I didn't move, I just listened. "What happened?" Rick asked.

"It's alright, he fired. He must've hit Glenn." Hershel said. I was fine, I was just too scared to move, I had felt the heat of the bullet as it had passed me it had been that close.

"Shit, Daryl's gonna kill me." Rick whispered.

"He's behind the dumpster." Hershel informed him. "Doesn't look like he's moving." The guy was still groaning and moaning up a storm as I heard the door bang against the wall then I heard footsteps which was Rick.

"You hit?" Rick whispered to me. I didn't answer as I gripped the shotgun, thinking of all the things I wanted to tell Daryl, the fear that I'd never make it up to him for kissing Maggie. My other hand was pressed to my belly as a tear slipped down my cheek. "Are you hit?" Rick asked again as he got closer to me.

"No. No." I told him, not getting up ad not releasing my hold on the shotgun. Rick moved passed the trashcans that was hiding most of my form and sat next to me.

"It's all right, the car's right there." He told me.

"Okay." I said.

"We're almost home." He promised. "I'm gonna get you to Daryl." I closed my eyes as I nodded; he gave me another second to recover. "You good?" He asked.

"I'm good." I told him. He looked passed the dumpster to the where the car was waiting for us. Then to Hershel who was still at the bar watching us and our backs as the guy on the ground was still groaning in pain. Thunder then rumbled above us.

Rick reasserted his hand on the shot gun and his other hand gripped the pistol. "Let's go." He said then got to his feet staying low as he started walking, I moved to follow.

More gunshots fired at the dumpster. "Get back." Rick said as he pushed at me to hide against the dumpster again, we were trapped, and toughly screwed.

We looked out; there was one guy on the roof of the pharmacy across the street. The car drove up tires squealing as it stopped the second guy from earlier yelled from inside the car. "Let's get out of here! Roamers all over the place! Hurry up! We gotta get out of here!"

The guy on the roof sounded like third dude, screamed down to him. "What about Sean?"

"They shot him, we gotta go. Roamers are everywhere."

"We're leaving?" Third asked second.

"Jump!" He ordered. And third did it, which turned out to be the biggest mistake and later a sure death sentence. Rick and I watched as he got to the edge of the roof and second called up again. "Hurry up, jump already."

He did it, he jumped on what was more of a metal hang over then a roof and lost his balance as we watched him fall back and heard an impaling of flesh and his scream of pain. I looked away, holding tight to my gun as I whispered to Rick. "Dude didn't make it."

"Help me! Help—Help me!" He screamed, it was the most heart wrenching sound I'd ever heard up to that point in my life and I had nightmares days, even weeks after with that agonizing scream stuck in my head.

Second called to him. "I've gotta go, I've gotta go." The saddest part of all this was, they wanted to leave once they knew Dave and Tony had been killed but second guy there, I never saw his face, never got his name, all that I knew of him was a voice, a man who didn't want to go back to their group and tell them Dave and Tony were dead. Instead he now has to tell them that not only were Dave and Tony dead, but they also lost Sean and third guy. They could've had two losses, instead because of his need for revenge on his two friends they lost four.

"I'm sorry!" He called the guy as he started to drive away.

"No, no, don't leave!" Third screamed out to him in desperation, fear and pain. "Help me! No! No!" He continued to scream.

"Get Hershel." Rick told me as the guy screamed once again for help. He ran off to the guy, as I stood I started to hear the growling of the walkers, the roamers as they called 'em headed our way. "Her—Hershel!" I called, he was still in the door way.

We both saw the walkers attack Sean on the ground where Hershel had dropped him a few minutes ago, a walker got down next to him. He screamed. Hershel shot one in the head a few feet from him, but one of the walkers grabbed his arm. I had my shot gun aimed but my hands weren't very steady at the moment. I was pretty sure he was lost.

I closed my eyes as they started biting into his face and arm as he screamed in agony. I turned back to Hershel and called again as he was watching the walkers eat that man he'd shot. "Hershel, come on!" He started to slowly head my way. "Hershel, Hershel." I tried again to get his attention off of the walkers feasting on their dinner, I think it was the first time he actually saw it in action what these walkers do to them, to us.

We started to head for the car, Hershel's vehicle he'd come to town in. Hershel spoke as he took hold of his gun in both hands. "The gunfire must've attracted the walkers. Where's Rick?" He asked.

"He—he ran across." I told him.

"Well, hell we can't go without him." Unlike that man, we weren't going to leave Rick behind, injured or not he was our team, our friend, our leader. "Rick!" Hershel called as we ran across to where Rick was standing with the guy there crying, he was lying on a dumpster that had its lids closed and his leg impaled on a sharp metal fence.

Hershel faced Rick as he stopped next to him. "We have to go now."

"No!" Guy begged as he continued to cry.

"Shh!" Rick hushed him.

"I'm sorry, son we have to go." Hershel told him gently as he patted his good leg.

"No, no, don't leave me please." He begged again as he sat up some.

"We have to go." Hershel told Rick again.

"We can't." Rick told him.

"He was just shooting at us!" I chimed in. I didn't want to leave this guy to die, but I didn't want him going with us either, and I defiantly didn't want to die.

"He's a kid." Rick told me. I took a good look at him, he couldn't be older then fifteen, Rick was right, he was just a kid. A scared, hurting kid and the fact that I'm about to have a kid myself; if he or she ever got in a situation like this I'd want people like Rick to help them out of it.

But then I remembered that walkers were everywhere, we didn't have time to get him loose. "This place is crawling with walkers!" I informed Rick.

"We can't leave him!" Rick said.

"The fence went clean through." Hershel said as he examined the kid's leg. "There's no way we can get the leg off in one piece."

"Rick, use your strength to break the top off, then his leg can be removed safely." I suggested. Rick looked at me.

"That's too risky; I could end up doing more damage to his leg if I don't do it exactly right." Rick told us.

He screamed more as the fence was rattled. "Shut up or I will shoot you!" Rick threatened, all this noise was attracting walkers.

"That may be the answer." Hershel said as he grabbed Rick taking him a few feet from the boy so we formed a small circle to discuss the situation and our options. "We're not gonna get that leg off without tearing the muscle to shreds. He certainly can't run, he may bleed out." I moved as the guy was still moaning and groaning.

"Shut up." I told him as I moved his leg a little to see the give. He shrieked in pain again, at a time like this we could really use Beth to get this kid to be quite. "I'm sorry. Sh-sh-shut up." I ordered him, I hadn't meant to cause him pain I just needed to see what we were working with.

I turned back to Hershel as I heard him speak to Rick. "Maybe we should put him down." Rick looked at him shocked, Hershel continued. "I don't wanna see any more killing, but this is cruel."

"Can't we just take the leg off?" I suggested.

"That hatchet still in the car?" Rick asked.

"No, no, don't—don't—don't cut my leg off, please." He begged. "Please, not my leg."

Rick pulled out his knife, not as big or impressive as Daryl's hunting knife, but pretty sharp. "Will this cut through the bone?" Rick asked Hershel.

"I'll have to sever the ligaments below the kneecap, cut above the tibia. He's going to lose his lower leg." He was still whimper and crying no, don't, no repeatedly as Hershel continued telling us what he'd have to. "When we get clear of here, we're gonna have to find some tinder, cauterize the wound so he doesn't bleed out." Hershel started taking off his over shirt leaving him in his undershirt to work in.

"All right, no choice, hurry up." Rick told him. Rick opened the gate of the fence and walked to the kid as I kept look out for walkers while they worked.

"Oh God, oh God." I heard him whimper as Rick put his arm across the kid's chest to restrain him.

"Hand me that stick." Hershel told me as he started to wrap his over shirt around his leg tightening it as a tourniquet to help the bleeding. I grabbed the stick and handed it to Hershel before getting back to my post.

I saw a herd headed our way. "Guys, walkers." He screamed again but it got cut off as Rick put his hand over the dude's mouth to shut him up as the growling of the dead was getting closer. "Hurry up!" I called back as I fired a blast at them. The first shot hit one in the neck, the second got a guy in the head, they both fell.

I heard Rick. "Shut up." Then. "Oh God, they're everywhere." Walkers were headed from the other direction as well, starting to surround us. I heard two shots from Rick's gun as Hershel continued to work. "Hershel, how we doing over there?" Rick asked.

"I need more hands! Easy, easy." Hershel said. I fired again, and again, and again more just seemed to take the place of the ones that fell. I could still hear the guy begging Hershel not to cut his leg off, I didn't blame him but we had no other choice.

There were too many of them. "Come on, we gotta go!" I shouted as I turned back to Hershel and Rick. "I'm almost out of ammo!" I informed them. I heard Rick make another shot. "We don't have much time! Come on, we've gotta go!" I shouted again.

"Can't hold 'em off! Hershel, do it now!" Rick called as he started backing up to us. "Come on, Hershel!"

"There is no time!" He screamed at Rick.

"Hershel, come on!" Rick screamed back.

"Please don't leave me! Please! No!" He cried. I looked at the walkers headed for us.

Hershel let him go as he headed for the car, the guy continued to beg not to be left behind. Rick grabbed the fence that the kid was impaled on and using one hand placed it right above the kid's leg, used his other hand to grab the top and snapped it off, the kid cried out as it jarred his leg. Then he pulled it off, he screamed again, but at least this way it was a straight arrow without the barbs there to tear up his leg.

I got on one side of the kid while Rick took the other and we lifted him up and headed for the red van, it was bigger than Carol's Cherokee. I got in the back with the kid as Hershel took the passenger seat and Rick the driver's side as he started up the car and headed out. But as we were leaving I was starting to get a bad feeling, something that made my heart hurt. I turned back and saw something that made my blood run cold.

"Rick, stop the car!" I screamed. Rick pressed on the brake out of reaction to my fear laced shout.

"What?" Rick asked as he looked at me as I crawled over the back seat to the hatchback to open the trunk.

"Daryl! Run!" I screamed as I saw the love of my life, being surrounded by walkers. Rick got out of the car and shot a couple of them as Daryl put his hunting knife in one. I grabbed my shot gun and blasted one that was headed right for him. He made a fast sprint to the car and jumped into the hatchback with me as I slammed the doors shut as a walker reached us.

"Gogogogogo." Daryl said as Rick got in the driver's seat again and gunned it, only to have to put it reverse as lots of walkers were in our way blocking our first exit so we had to go around to get out of here.

"Are you okay?" Daryl asked as he started to check me out for any bites.

"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"That's a good question." Rick stated as we got out of the town and he pulled over. To get the kid settled and discuss with Hershel the best way back to the farm from here seeing as we had to drive out of the other side of town onto a different highway.

"Lori came to me an hour after you guys left wanting me to go looking for Rick, I told her I would if you didn't make it back by nightfall. She went herself and got in a crash, she's okay Shane took her back home while I continued on to find y'all. Now what happened here, and who's the kid?" Daryl asked as he noticed the crying kid in the backseat.

"Not sure yet. Him and his friends attacked us which is what attracted the herd." Rick told him, we'd fill him in on the details later, after we got home. Hershel and Rick got out and opened the backdoors to assess the kid and get him situated for the ride home. Though Daryl was not happy when he found out this kid was one of the reasons we were all nearly eaten.

"Daryl hand me one of those rags." Rick instructed as he reached passed the kid for the rag. Daryl grabbed one near him and handed it to Rick. Who then tied it around the kids eyes, Hershel tightened the tied shirt around his leg to help stop the bleeding, he groaned.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Randal." He informed us.

Once that was done Rick and Hershel got back in the front seats of the car, as Daryl and I started to talk. They were distracted with figuring the best way home from our current location to pay any attention to us. "Is the baby alright?" Daryl whispered.

"Yes. I thought you didn't want anything more to do with me?"

"I told you I would still be a part of this kid's life, and I realized when you didn't come home, that I may not trust you, but somewhere I still want to be with you. But we're not gonna be what we were."

"I know, I'm gonna have to start over, I'm gonna tell Maggie the truth, the reason why I chose you over her. Everything needs—everything needs to come out and we need to start being honest with these people." I told him.

"I don't like her, I don't trust her, but I'm willing to work on it, on this, on us." Daryl promised. "I just, can't say that I forgive you yet, I need time, and sleeping together just won't work right now."

I understood he needed his space, but this talk went well, it was a place to start and with that I had hope that we could make it. Rick got a little lost so it wasn't till mid-morning before we made it back to the house. Everyone came up to see us as we drove up and parked, looked like they'd been ready to go out and find us. I took the shot guns as Rick and Hershel stepped out of the car and Daryl followed me out the back as we came around to say hi to everyone.

"Dad." Carl called as he ran up and hugged him. Then he walked to Lori and hugged her too while still holding onto his son.

Maggie ran up to us and hugged her father, then looked at me and backed away seeing Daryl who was not looking happy. "You're okay." She said as she backed away from Hershel. He headed to the house and spoke to Patricia as he passed her and Jimmy on his way.

"Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery." He was gonna have to patch up Randal's leg.

I walked with Daryl headed to the house as well. "Are you hurt?" Lori asked as she moved away from the embrace with Rick.

"No, though sounds like I should be asking you that. Daryl told us about the accident what were you thinking?" Rick asked as he took a look at her head.

"I was thinking we needed you here." Lori told him.

"She snuck out on her own, Daryl and I went out together and I brought her back." Shane informed him.

"Are you crazy? You could've—" Rick started when T-Dog interrupted.

"Who the hell is that?" He asked pointing to Randall sitting in the back.

Everyone else looked as well. "That's Randall." I told 'em. Dale, Andrea, T-Dog and Carol walked up to get a better look at him. Daryl and I got him out of the car and to the shed while the rest headed back into the house.

We joined them after Hershel showed up to take care of him, a short time later we all convened in the dining area to have a discussion about the kid. Lori, Carl, Jimmy, Patricia, Carol, Dale and I sat at the table. Rick and T-Dog leaned on a couple of the empty chairs. Maggie and Daryl were leaning against walls on opposite ends, Andrea stood behind where Patricia sat and Shane was looking out the window.

Rick and I explained what had happened, all the details, which didn't make Daryl very happy to know I almost got killed. Then Rick said at the end of our tale. "We couldn't just leave him behind. He would've bled out, if he lived that long."

"It's gotten bad in town. We almost lost Daryl to 'em." Daryl moved to put his hands on my shoulders as he stood behind me. To reassure me that he was there and alive, I had been so scared I was going to lose him.

"What do we do with him?" Andrea asked, which was a good question.

Hershel came in then after taking care of him whipping the blood off his hands with a dark cup towel. "I repaired his calf muscle, but he'll probably have nerve damage, won't be on his feet for at least a week."

"When he is, we give him a canteen; take him out to the main road. Send him on his way." Rick said as he straightened up.

"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" Andrea asked.

"He'll have a fighting chance." Rick informed her.

"Just gonna let him go?" Shane asked. "He knows where we are."

"He was blindfolded the whole way here. He's not a threat." Rick said.

"Not a threat, how many of them were there?" Shane asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?" Shane had a valid point. Daryl tightened his hold on my shoulders, it didn't really hurt but he was worried too, for our baby.

"They left him for dead. No one is looking."

"We should still post a guard." T-Dog suggested.

"He's out cold right now, will be for hours." Hershel informed us.

"You know what? I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy." Shane said as he pushed off the wall, luckily in his anger he didn't leave a dent. He scoffed as he started to walk towards the door. "Look at this folks—we back in fantasy land."

Hershel spoke up then pointing at Shane as he followed. "You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet." Shane stopped and they faced each other as Hershel continued. "Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all—this is my farm." Shane took a few steps to him. "Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor—keep your mouth shut."

Shane didn't say anything, he sighed as he turned running his hands over his head as he left the farm house. Rick walked up to Hershel as the screen door slammed closed. "We're not gonna do anything about it today. Let's just cool off." Rick suggested. After that everyone started to leave.

Daryl bent down. "Tell Maggie and Hershel, I'll go move my tent back to camp." He whispered in my ear, I nodded as he squeezed my shoulders one last time then he sent a cold glare at Maggie before leaving the house to do as he said.

I stood up and started for the bathroom to cool off my overheated face and get a glass of water when Maggie got my attention. "Can I talk to you?" She asked. Then walked into the kitchen, I followed.

"What's going on with you and Daryl?" Maggie asked curious at the change since yesterday morning.

"We're back together, not like we were but we're going to give it another shot and work on rebuilding his trust." I informed her.

"Are you okay?" She asked worried about me, I understood that.

"Your dad saved my life today. And Rick saved us both. I nearly lost Daryl. And I—I froze."

"Well, you were being shot at."

"I know."

"You don't have anything to prove."

"All I've done, then this—okay. I have to tell you something, I froze because of this. Because of what I've been hiding, the reason why I chose Daryl over you."

"Okay what is it?" Maggie asked.

I looked down and took a deep breath then looking back at her I said. "I'm pregnant." Of all the reactions I expected Maggie bursting out in laughter was not really one of them. Though it shouldn't have surprised me.

She sobered a moment later as she saw that I was being serious. "You can't be serious, you're a man." She was in full denial.

"The throwing up, the over protected, the extra food portions, they all know, Daryl knows. I know. We found out a few days before everything on the highway happened, we kept it a secret because, we weren't sure how your group would react, and it's not natural. But neither is Beth being able to take pain away, or Shane and Rick being able to bend metal with such ease or Daryl, seeing in the dark, hearing so far away, his smell. All senses are above any humans ever recorded." She was now listening with rapt attention.

I then pulled out the sonogram photo taken in the CDC and handed it to her. She looked at where it was circled, it hadn't been the best 'cause the machine was old and unused. But that was clearly a baby fetes. "Daryl's the father isn't he? Oh God, what have I done."

"It's okay, you didn't know." She looked at me with unshed tears.

"I'm so sorry Glenn, for coming on so strong, trying to steal you away, and-and I made dad think you and Daryl were just friends and you were with me." I was shocked; I couldn't believe she'd go to such lengths. I turned away from her.

"Come with me, we are straightening this out now." I told her, and then headed for Hershel who was checking on Beth now, she followed downcast at this revelation and guilt she was feeling.

He was checking her temperature when we walked in. Then he moved and sat down as he pulled out his pocket watch to check her pulse. He looked at us and Maggie as he asked. "Has she eaten?" Maggie shook her head. "I'll give her a sedative—stop her body from working too hard." Then he really saw how we were standing. "What's going on?" Maggie wouldn't speak so I stepped up.

"Sir, Maggie just informed me that she may have said something's that might have misled you to believe that Daryl and I are just friends and that we." I moved my hand between me and Maggie. "Are in a relationship. I'm here to tell you the truth, because you deserve to know. Maggie and I are just friends. Some things have happened to—" I was starting to ramble and Hershel spoke up.

"Son, why don't you start from the beginning." He suggested so I did, I told him everything, from meeting Daryl, getting in a relationship with him, getting knocked up, which he didn't seem to have a problem believing and then everything with Maggie the breakup yesterday and to right now. When I was finished Hershel looked at Maggie. "I'm very disappointed in you, Glenn why don't you head upstairs I'll give you an examine, just take your shirt and jeans off and lay down I'll be there in a second." I nodded and turned and started to leave but I stopped as I heard Maggie speak.

"You were drinking." I knew I should've kept going but I couldn't move as I listened.

"That was the least of my worries. Maggie how could you kiss him after he said no?"

"That's not the issue here right now. You left and I didn't know what to do!" Maggie screamed as she started to cry all her guilt and anger bubbled to the surface.

"Maggie, I was proud of you, and you let me think that he was dating you, when he was dating Daryl."

"I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry. I made a mistake, but how can you believe that he's pregnant?" Maggie asked, I wanted to know this myself.

"When he was shot at in the bar he curled in trying to protect his baby, he seemed to be sick all the time with no real 'cause, from sight or smell, he ate double portions then everyone else. And his emotions were hanging on a thread, I've only see that from one other person."

"Who?" Maggie asked when he didn't go on.

"You're mother when she was pregnant with you and Beth." Hershel told her.

"I'm really sorry daddy." Maggie said tears in her voice.

"I know you are, but it's not me you need to be apologizing to, it's Daryl and Glenn, you almost cost this boy a strong relationship with the father of his child. I suggest you concentrate on the problems that you have caused and let me worry about mine." With that said Hershel ended the conversation so I headed upstairs to wait for him.

I didn't have to wait very long as Hershel walked in with a stethoscope. He listened to my heart, belly, and lungs. "You're healthy, and the heart beat is very strong." He pressed around my belly and of course checked my breast and nipple discoloration. "Sensitive huh." He noticed.

"Yeah, um, Hershel I'm sorry about what happened down there."

"It's okay; I needed to know so I could look out for you and this baby. Besides, I'm proud of you. My kids have kept secrets from me for years, I knew back in collage that Maggie was having sex, they thought I didn't know. Maggie keeps secrets and has a hard time letting go of what she wants. So, what you said didn't surprise me, what did, was the fact that you came to me with the truth and I think you handled it very well." He told me as I got dressed.

Things got better from there, well except between Daryl and Maggie and I didn't blame him, he still needed time after what happened and he defiantly didn't like Maggie and everyone could feel it. It was pretty tense with the whole Randall issue, and then like Rick said after the week him and Shane blindfolded him and stuck him in the car before leaving to drop him off along the main highway. Unfortunately for all of us, that didn't happen, and Rick has forever regretted that day.

A/N: Three chapters left and then missing scenes for the months that got skipped, so you have those three chapters of season two and the missing scenes that follow to ask your questions on the coming months, and plans for season three. I will answer as best I can without giving to many secrets away. So please ask, please review, and thanks to all my fans for their favorites, following and reviews.