We ended up burying Andrea next to Axel and Lori. It was a solemn and emotional service, and Hershel said a few prayers I remembered hearing at Lori's burial. After it was over, some in our group decided to take watch while the others helped the prison's newest residents settle into D Block. I was told by Hershel to rest, so I went to my cell and picked up a book from my desk.

It had been three weeks later when I woke up screaming from a nightmare. I cried into my dad's shoulder as I thought about how I thought I was over this by now. Feeling vomit make it's way up through my throat, I pushed him away and threw up into the metal toilet by my bed. It seemed like almost everyday, I was vomiting up my food that I hadn't even gotten to digest. I took my water bottle from my desk and rinsed my mouth out, spitting into the toilet and then flushing it.

"Chey," My dad said, trailing off as if lost in thought. I turned to see him looking worriedly at me. I wiped my mouth and almost dried tears and sat down on my bed. He shook his head and stood up, abandoning the rest of his sentence. "Never mind. I have to go take watch. Holler of anything happens," He said, kissing the top of my head on his way out. I laid down, covering myself with the thick blanket that had been salvaged off of a run recently. I looked up at the bottom of the top bunk. Why the hell did I just have another nightmare? I mean, I've had them every night since I came back from Woodbury, but I haven't had such an awful one in a while. And why was I throwing up so much lately? Hershel said that I had almost all of the signs of PTSD, so maybe that would be one answer. But that didn't explain the now frequent urination and the mood swings. All those signs pointed to something that I couldn't put my finger on, like I had forgotten the word. But then I realized those were most of the symptoms Lori had when she was pregnant with Judith.

I stood up so fast I got lightheaded and dizzy, but that didn't stop me from making a beeline to Beth's cell. When I got there, she was laying on her back, staring at a book. I knocked on the metal of the bars, my heart still racing. Beth looked up.

"Beth, can I ask you an awkward question?" She nodded, motioning for me to some take a seat. I did and took a deep breath in.

"When was your last period?" She looked a bit taken back by my question, but answered anyway.

"About two weeks ago. Did you not get yours?" About four months into knowing Beth, we discovered that our cycles had synced, along with Maggie's. And I was never irregular a day in my life. I shook my head to her question.

"No," I said, my voice barley above a whisper. I felt sick again and felt a horrible headache coming on. "Shit." Beth must have put two and two together, because she then tried to reassure me that it couldn't be that.

"It's okay if you're irregular, it doesn't necessarily mean you're pregnant," I swallowed hard and stood up.

"I need to go talk to your dad," I said, my throat feeling scratchy, like I was about to cry. I walked to Hershel's cell to find him trying to fit his stump into the prosthetic leg Glenn had found when they brought back my blanket. He looked up, saw how I was on the verge of crying, and motioned for me to come in quickly. I did and I couldn't hold the tears in. I cried as I told him what I suspected, and he tried to tell me that maybe it was still just symptoms of PTSD. He asked some personal questions, to which I found myself saying yes to, and he looked almost troubled.

"I'll send someone on a run right now, you just calm down and maybe go lie down. Here, this is a sleep aid." He handed me three small white pills. I quickly dry swallowed them, getting up and walking with Hershel out of his cell. He went to find Glenn and I went to my cell. I sat down and chugged the whole bottle of water that was on my desk. Even though I had been awake for no more than forty minutes, I laid down and waited for the pills to kick in. When I did fall asleep, I didn't know if it was the crying or the sleeping pills that put me to bed.

I woke up to Maggie gently shaking my shoulder. She handed me three boxes.

"Two are pregnancy test, and there's a box of Plan B pills. They probably won't work, but there's still the slightest chance they will." I had already started crying again, and she saw, and hugged me. "Everything will be alright, Cheyenne. You're alright." I nodded, pulled myself away from her and grabbed the boxes. She left me alone, pulling the bed sheet closed with her so I could have privacy. I looked down at the tests. The expiration dates read 8/15, so they were good and would be reliable. But what if I didn't like the results?

"I have to do it," I said to myself as I opened the package and pulled my jeans down over the metal toilet. I took one test and saved the other one for a little later. I waited the five minutes mandatory, and then I looked at the little test. I was shocked to see the word pregnant staring back at me. I set down the Clearblue test, and I couldn't take the next one fast enough. Once again, I saw the two tale tell lines that told me I was pregnant. I dropped both of the tests and ripped open the morning after pills, knowing deep down that I knew they'd never work. It had been five weeks, not five days, and I knew nothing but an abortion or a miscarriage could get rid of this thing inside of me. I took most of the pills in box, thinking they'd somehow get rid of it.

I laid back down, sobbing by now. That bastard had gotten me pregnant. He had ruined my already ruined life. I didn't hear anyone, but I felt someone gently grab me and pull me into a hug.

"It's okay, Cheyenne. It's okay." It was my father. Maybe Maggie or Hershel had told him. But I knew that he saw the positive pregnancy tests on my desk.

"I-I-I have t-to get rid of i-it," I said, crying to him. He rubbed my back and gently shushed me, telling me that he knew. I cried for a while and he let me. It was like he hadn't gotten sick of my crying, or my nightmares, or the fact that I was about to make him a grand father. Disputes everything, he still loved me. Even when I felt I didn't deserve love, he still loved me. That fact was the only thing that comforted me right now. What the hell was I going to do with this thing inside me? I was only fifteen; I possibly couldn't raise a baby.

I cried and cried, longer and harder than I had before in the past month and a half. I cried so hard that I threw up. Along with the water, up came all of the Plan B pills. I quickly flushed the toilet so that my father couldn't see what was in it. I sat down in front of the toilet, pulling my legs to my chest.

"I have to go on a run with Michonne. I'll be back, okay?" My dad said after I tried to calm down for five minutes. I gave him a crude nod and I heard him leave. I wondered how long until the news was spread? I liked Beth, but she did have a big mouth. Soon the whole group would know I was pregnant.

Pregnant. What the hell would I do with a baby? I wasn't ready to become a mother. Maybe I could preform an abortion on myself... Or I could kill it when it was born. I sighed, knowing that I couldn't ever bring myself to do any of those things. I knew I would have this baby and it would have to be part of my life until I or it died. I had no idea what to expect; I didn't exactly drill Lori on how she felt carrying Judith. Prisons had libraries, right? Maybe they had some baby books.

I got up, picking up my gun, knife, and flashlight as I headed to the unexplored regions of the prison. I kept my knife in my hand as I walked down the now empty hallway. I couldn't see any walkers, dead or alive, nor could I hear any groans. That had to be a good sign, right? I didn't know where the hell I was going but I kept walking until I passed some doors that were old Correctional Officer's offices. A few more turns and walked a little longer before I came across two doors that read LIBRARY. The doors were unlocked and I walked into a dark room, the only light was dim and coming through the windows at the tops of the walls. I took out my flashlight and shone the light on everything in sight, making a quick sweep for walkers.

Luckily, the place looked untouched. I searched, picking up a few books here and there, but I didn't find any baby or pregnancy books. I sighed, feeling stupid. This was a male prison; why the fuck would a male's prison have any? I decided to sit and shine the flashlight on my new stack of books. The first book was just a collection of all of Edgar Allen Poe's works. I opened to the first page and tried to read. But I kept having to read the first paragraph over and over again because I hadn't focused on it. My mind had been focused on the fact that I was pregnant. With the Governor's child. As a result of my rape. At the age of fifteen. It made me nauseous just thinking about it.

I closed the book and turned the flashlight off, leaning my head against the book shelf. I closed my eyes and thought about my predicament. I didn't want to end up like Lori...

"Cheyenne?" I woke up in the now dark library. I looked up at the shadow that was standing in front of one of the windows. I didn't even have the energy to jump to defend myself.

"We've been looking all over for you," I heard Rick say. I relaxed as he offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me up. "Your father's worried about you." I sighed as I bent down to pick up my books and flashlight.

"Yeah, well he can worry all he wants. He knows that I'm not a child anymore." I said sourly.

"You're only fifteen. You're still a child in my book, and your father's." Rick said. I scoffed. He raised his eyebrows as if he was confused.

"Hah," I laughed drily. "Beth didn't tell everyone yet? I'm pregnant." Rick didn't talk for a few minutes.

"I'm.. I'm sorry to hear that," he said, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Yeah," I said, only contributing to the awkward silence.

"Are you keeping it?" Rick asked. He was only trying to keep the silence away.

"I don't really have a choice. Unless Hershel knows how to preform an abortion. But he was only a veterinarian, so I doubt it." I said, sighing. "Looks like I'm about to be a mom," We had made it to the cell block by the time I had finished talking. Rick stopped me from going to my cell by grabbing me gently by the shoulders.

"You know that this group is your family and we all love you?" He asked. I nodded. "Good. Because we won't let anything happen to you. As of right now, you, Carl, and Judith are our main priorities. You just need to know you're safe." I nodded, knowing that I was safe no matter what happened. I gave Rick a small smile and he kissed my forehead. Rick had always been like a second dad, so it wasn't too uncomfortable. He let me go and walked into the lunch room, and I could hear him telling everyone that I was alright. I walked up to my cell, still careful of the ankle that had about a week left to heal. I set the books down on my desk and laid back on my bed. Absentmindedly, I put my hands on my stomach. It was weird to know that there was a five week life inside of me...

No one bothered my for a few hours after that. My dad had told Michonne about my situation while on the run and she had picked out baby books that would tell me what to expect and how to be a mother. She also picked up things I would need in eight months, like baby clothes, but she also had to pick a few things out for Judith, who got the diapers and bottles. I took the items gratefully and began reading the first baby book.

Okay, like I warned, I'm going to rush pretty fast through the time skip between season three and four. So there will only be three or four more chapters before I begin going straight into season four. Sorry for the "twist", but it was the only thing I could really think of to make the story remotely shocking. I know, I'm a horrible writer, but sorry.

Also-I would like to thank everyone who has given me a review, especially the ones offering me some improvement. They're helping me decide what to do, and so on. I can't wait to write for *spoiler for anyone who hasn't seen season five yet* the Alexandra Safe Zone. So excited! Sorry, I'll shut up now. Feel free to review!