Merle's pov:

It's been over two years since Morgan went missing and I would be lying if I said no one missed her at all. It was the opposite of that, the group didn't realise it before but she was what kept the group together. You see the winter she went missing we were always on the move trying to find shelter. Eight months of moving later caused a lot of stress on the group. Rick and Lori were on bad terms. We found a prison to stay at but the Grimes couple were still on bad terms, what made it worse was after the birth of Judith it didn't get better. No, Rick took the first ship into batshit crazy island. You know why? The day Lori gave birth to lil ass kicker, that's what my baby brother Daryl calls her, was the day this dick of a prisoner bombarded us with walkers. Now I'm not usually good with kids, or people, but what Carl had to go through was horrific. Lori died moments after Maggie drove that knife through her old cesarean scar. Judith was alive and healthy but Lori was turning cold and lifeless. Carl knew that his mother wouldn't turn after all Morgan had given her a shot of the cure yet he still shot her in her head after the birth. I think it's something to do with closure or some shit like that.

Daryl on the other hand seems to slipping back into his old ways and if I'm honest with you, so am I. I seem to find it harder and harder to cope with being around the group and the urge to get myself some crystal meth is growing stronger each day. I'm trying to hold it of as long as I can but without Morgan as a barrier it's hard.
Enough about me I was talking about my baby brother. The same day Lori died was the day Carol went missing. He didn't find out til after he returned from the nursery with baby formula, he said something about not letting anyone else die today. Whilst Daryl was on the run the group were clearing out the corridors of walkers when Glenn spotted Carols scarf next to a pool of blood which we knew belonged to Oscar. The group took a break after that leaving only a few rooms for Axel, Carl and Daryl to clear out. They had a funeral for those who had fallen in that time and Daryl put a chereoke rose on Carol's grave. Soon after that though the trio chosen to clear the rest out were travelling down to dark eering corridors. They finished clearing out the corridors when a lone walker appeared from no where with Carols knife entrapped in the rotted flesh on the things neck. Daryl had killed the walkers and told Carl and Axel to return to the rest of the group. Daryl had stayed pacing the corridors in frustration when he heard a bang come from inside a small boiler cupboard. Now all of this is what Daryl told me but the next part was confirmed by Carol. Daryl had moved the dead walker and opened the door to reveal Carol barely conscious but alive on the floor. Daryl picked her up princess bridal style and took her back to the cellblock.

Carol had awoke later to greet the rest of the group and the littlest member when she learnt of Lori's death, she was heartbroken to lose one of the only friends she had but I think she kept as strong as she could so that she could support Rick.

Anyway that's pretty much what happened the last two years. Judith is alive and healthy, she can walk and talk, I presume that Morgan's child can do that too. Yeah call me a softie but I still wonder how she and little baby bump are doing. Jude's, yeah I gave her a nickname, first word was Carl and her first steps were towards her big brother. It reminded m of when Daryl took his first steps and said his first word. "Merle." Carl had really took on the role of the big brother. He was her protecter, mother and friend all on one. Hopefully he will keep strong for Jude and she'll become as strong as he is someday.

Life wasn't that bad for the group at the moment but it can't stay this good forever.