I hope this chapter answers some questions for some people. I'm open to messages if there is questions about this but I think it is laid out pretty clear. Also I really hope you like this chapter since I was dying laughing writing it talking to you earlier S.T. :D

Walking along the wall even though he was safe he wanted out. He wasn't taught to set back and wait. It was the Dixon thing to do. He knew his dad was out there and he had no doubt that he was fighting to get here. No Brian had never doubt his father or his uncles for a second.

"Brian!"

Turning he seen Todd walking towards him. He had a smile on his face but Brian just looked off. He'd never liked Todd but bit back his words at his dad's own warning. That pissed him off even more. He wanted his parents together and Todd would never take that place.

"Your mother has looked for you." Todd was still smiling at him.

Brian huffed, "Not like I can go anywhere we live in a cage." His eyes were still looking away as he started walking towards where he knew his mother was.

"She just worries with the way things are." He started but at Brian's growl he stopped talking. "Listen Brian..."

"NO!" He snapped storming off even faster. "I don't need you all to set and worry over. MY dad and his brothers taught me to survive before this shit ever happened!"

Todd's face paled and he nodded along despite the anger in his eyes, "You're just a kid regardless and need to act that way. It isn't right to your mother."

"You need to stop acting like my father cause you sure as shit aint him." Brian snapped.

Setting in his room he could hear Todd and his mom arguing and he wanted to go out there and just tell the man to leave. He didn't get why his dad had told him to shut his mouth the times he'd argued with his mom over it. Todd didn't like him and he knew it. Hell he was sure even his dad knew it but he'd seen the look his dad shot him and shut his mouth. He'd only seen his dad mad a few times and one of those times had been at him. It wasn't something he wanted to revisit.

"YOU NEED TO STOP FEEDING THIS FANTASY THAT HIS DAD IS OUT THERE HANNAH!" Todd bellowed. "He probably died at the start of this like so many others!"

Brian stood up abruptly and ripped his door open. His mom was looking at him wide-eyed as Todd held her upper arms tightly.

"Brian sweetie just go back to your room." Hanna smiled but it was strained.

"Fuck that!" Brian snarled his blue eyes flashing, "and fuck him!"

Todd dropped his grip on Hannah and turned looking at Brian, "You need to learn a healthy dose of respect and I've tried being nice for Hannah's sake."

Brian tensed and looked to his mother her eyes were wide but he seen her face chance. She stepped around him, "Todd you need to go...NOW."

"Are you serious right now?" Todd questioned dumbly.

Brian moved forward grabbing his mother's wrist and pulling her more towards him and tucking her slightly behind him. He felt his heart racing but he'd be damned if he let this man close to his mother. He had told his mother and fought with her non stop about Todd telling her he didn't think he was safe. All he got for it was her going to his dad and telling him to talk to him. They thought he was just starting trouble cause she was with a different man.

"Hannah sweetie.." Todd took a step forward and Brian growled his hand going to the knife that stayed at his hip, "Honey I'm doing this for your own good...for his. Letting him believe that Mac is alive out there is just going to hurt him in the end."

Hannah's arm wrapped around his chest and she pulled him back into her, "Todd I know you think you know Mac but you don't." Hannah shook her head holding on to Brian tighter, "He would fight through hell and keep going to get to his son. Hell his brothers would do the same for their nephew."

Todd gave her a disgusted look, "When you come back down to reality you know where my house is."

Brian watched him go and stormed after him slamming the door. He turned looking at his mother and seen tears tracks on her face. He cringed and wasn't sure what to say to her. Todd was a piece of shit and he'd even heard Daryl say it before when he thought that Brian wasn't in the room or maybe he knew and just didn't care. That sounded more like his uncle anyways.

Hannah looked at him and gave him a sad smile, "Baby your dad is out there."

"I know." And he did. He knew his father and uncles were on their way.

Brian's finger's ran over the phone in his pocket. It didn't get signal anymore but he'd saved the voicemail before he'd lost signal, before things had gotten really bad. It was his dad talking to Daryl before he realized he was being recorded. He had a few he'd saved of his father and a few of his uncles. The one that he'd listened to the most was his dad telling him not to leave that they were on their way to get them. He'd demanded that they didn't try to go to the evacuation centers and wait for them to get there. Mac hadn't sounded worried or even a bit thrown off but was speaking like always to him and Brian smiled that even with the world falling apart his dad was still the same.

He'd listened to that call so many times that he'd even picked apart the sounds in the back ground. He was relieved to say he could hear his uncles and even Martinez. With those four coming he knew nothing was going to stop them. Dixon's didn't quit and they never gave up on blood.

Brian stood watching his mom as she moved around the house. She always cleaned when she was nervous and he was trying to figure her out. He figured she was mad at him for cussing at Todd's dumbass but honestly the man deserved more. He wasn't stupid and he'd seen the grip he'd had on her.

"Yell at me already." Brian sighed flopping down in the chair.

Hannah turned and frowned, "Why would I yell at you?"

"For acting like dad." He grinned.

Her face softened and she laughed, "Yeah...yeah you are your dad made over." Hannah made a face, "God help us you are a miniature version of Mac."

His grin broadened, "Do you think Todd is gonna be pissed when he gets here?"

Hannah made a face, "Todd has no reason to be mad about your father getting here."

"Yes he does."

"No he doesn't." Hannah warned.

"Yes he does."

"Stop doing that." She looked at him pointedly.

Brian shrugged, "Doing what?"

"That...that trying to add more to it then is there."

"I'm not the one thinking about more than what I said that's you apparently." Brian smiled holding his hands up.

Hannah slid him a plate of food and shook her head, "You're impossible."

"I'm right." He mumbled around a mouth full of food.

"Brian Cormac Dixon use your fork!" Hannah snapped, "You are not an animal!"

Picking up his piece of pork chop with his fingers he bit into it shaking his head and growling. Hannah just held her fork watching him and he was grinning chewing his food. "Is there pie?"

Hannah shook her head, "No I made a cake instead."

Brian made a face, "Cake isn't a replacement for pie."

"Well happy birthday regardless." Hannah smiled. "I didn't think there was a thing as birthday pie."

"There is pie everything." Brian shrugged.

Brian set up that night his fingers tracing the sheath to the knife his dad had given him the first time they'd went hunting. The leather was smooth from years of laying against his father's belt and then his. His dad had bought him one just like his right down the sheath but Brian didn't want that one, he wanted his fathers. Daryl had laughed at the time but never the less his father had undone his belt and slid it free.

He chuckled to himself remembering how mad his father got trying to adjust the sheath down to his belt. Daryl had stood and shoved him away laughing at him and kneeled there fixing it for him. That was four years ago and this was the first time he could remember his dad and Daryl not being there. Merle couldn't always make it cause he wasn't always on leave but he always made up for it.

Brian set the sheath on his bedside table and unlaced his boots. He didn't know where they were but he was praying they were safe. He just wanted them here. He wanted his family back together and all this shit to go away.