For being amazing reviewers, and because my nephew/Godson was just born and I'm super happy, here is an update a little early.

Daryl and I didn't pause. We both scrambled toward the door instantly, knocking over the tubs of dishwater on our way out the cell block. We made it out in the yard in time to see Kyra scrambling up the hill towards us with Arlene dragging behind. I grabbed Arlene from her and checked her quickly for injuries. Daryl was already on his way down the hill where Beth was dragging Lucas up.

I ordered, "Beth, get Lucas and Arlene inside and take them to a cell. Now."

I rushed down the hill and found Daryl with Elizabeth on his hip. He ordered, "Jesse, go back up the hill. Take this baby an go back up the hill."

"Where's Heather, Daryl? Where is Heather?" His knife was missing from his thigh.

"Jesse, take this baby, an get on back up to Lucas an Lil Bit. Go." His voice was hard but his eyes wouldn't meet mine. He kept glancing past me, down at the ground, everywhere but at me. So I looked past Daryl and that's when I saw the crawler that was laying on the ground, its legs missing and its hand covered in blood. I followed the line of blood, and saw the child. The little dark haired, green eyed child. Heather. The one whose parents went down in the first round, according to Karen. The one who was calm and collected and played dolls with my little girl. The one who'd never done anything to anyone.

I brushed past Daryl and raced to the little girl who was sitting in the grass with her knees drawn to her chest, staring down at her arm, which had a long gash down the forearm. I dropped in the grass next to her and she stared up at me with those wide, child eyes. She whimpered, "It grabbed me, Jezze."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the scream that was bubbling up in my throat as I tried not to look towards the crawler in the grass. She asked, "Am I going to die, Jezze?"

I didn't know what to tell the child. It wasn't like I was that close to her. It wasn't like I was playing mother to the child like I was with Arlene and Lucas. I just pulled my shirt off quickly and wrapped it around her arm, trying to stem the blood flow. Of course it didn't matter if I stopped the blood from flowing. It didn't matter if I stitched the damn wound up myself. The little girl was going to die. She was going to die and then she was going to come back. And somebody was going to have to put a bullet in her head. I lifted the child up and Daryl walked over to me. He stared at Heather and then his eyes met mine. They were tired and sad. He said softly, "Carol took the other lil girl up to the prison. Lil Bit an the boy are wit Johnny an Beth. Rest a the kids are on lockdown. All a 'em. Even Carl. Ya take her on up. Got through the fence right there."

He pointed to the small hole in the fence, just small enough for a crawler. I demanded, "How did it get through both fences?"

"Don' know. Gonna look an try to find out. Get her on up to the block."

He glanced up at the prison and I followed his line of sight to the group of people who were watching us. When I turned my head back to him, he surprised me by leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. He promised, "Ya need anything when it comes to that lil one" He nodded at Heather. "ya tell me. Nobody else, got it? I'll take care a it an I'll take care a ya."

I nodded and he pushed me towards the prison. I cradled Heather in my arms and made my way up to where Rick, Tyreese, Eric, Sasha, Glenn, Michonne, Maggie, and Johnny were gathered around. Tyreese had his gun drawn. Michonne had her hand on the handle of her sword and I glared at them. I ordered, "Get Hershel."

"Jesse, you have to understand that there's nothing…"

"Stop. Just stop right now," I interrupted Tyreese. "This isn't an adult we're talking about. This isn't somebody who can handle it. This is a little girl."

I looked down at Heather and promised, "We're going to take care of you, honey. I'm just going to take you on to bed."

"Now, Jesse, you have to be reasonable about…"

"I'm done being reasonable, Rick. You want Arlene to stay with Eric and Kyra so bad, you keep telling me she'll be safe. This is what happens when you let Kyra be in charge. This is what happens when you don't take care of things around here. Now, I'm going to get Heather tucked into bed and comfortable and I'm going to sit with her and take care of her. Now somebody go get Hershel."

"My dad doesn't need dragged into this."

"Please, shut up. All of you, shut up."

I held Heather tighter to me and walked past them, into the prison, past the cell block where we were staying and out to one that was empty. I took Heather into an empty cell and lay her down on a mattress. She said softly, "Will you stay with me until I die, Miss Jesse?"

Jesse wasn' back in the cell when it was time fer Lil Bit an the boy to get some sleep. So I had to put them in bed an tell 'em some kinda story. I told 'em bout Bambi. Was the only story I knew cause the momma got shot but I tried to get round that part. Told 'em she died havin' Bambi stead. Thought Jesse'd like that more. I got 'em to bed an went up to the cell where they were keepin' Heather an where Jesse was sittin' wit her. Lil girl was sleepin' in the bed an Jesse was sittin' next to her wit a wet rag on her head.

"Hey," I said real quiet cause I didn' wanna wake up the lil girl.

Jesse looked up at me wit her eyes all red an her cheeks all smudged wit tears. I went over an knelt on the floor next to her chair. I whispered, "How's she doin'?"

"She hasn't turned yet," Jesse answered. "I'm just waiting on it. I have to shoot her. I have to shoot a little girl."

Jesse sniffled an I reached over an patted her hand. She turned to me an threw her arms round my shoulders an put her face in my neck an her lil sniffles turned into quiet lil whines an sobs. I said real nice, "Jesse, ya don' have to…don' worry bout…I won' make ya…I'll do it."

"What?" she breathed into my shoulder.

"I'll take care a the lil girl when she wakes up. I ain't gonna make ya do that. I've done it 'fore. I can do it now."

"No," she said real stubborn. "I won't make you do that, Daryl."

"I done it fore, Jesse. I done it with Dale an he was still alive. I had to take care a my brother. I kin make sure it's taken care a. Ya don' have to have nothin' to do wit it."

"Daryl, I can do this. I had to put my grandpa down. I barely know this child. I can do it. I won't make you do that."

"Ain't makin' me do nothin'." I pushed her back so I could look at her stead a her havin' her face hid in my shoulder. "I don' want ya to have to do this shit. This is makin' ya all fucked up. Ya weren' even in there wit Lil Bit an the boy when they went to bed."

"Are they sleeping well?"

"Out like a light. They missed yer bed time story an they really wanted ya to be there but I told 'em ya had some stuff to take care a. I told 'em the story a Bambi though."

"Even the part about her Mom getting shot?"

"Nah. I didn' think ya wanted 'em to hear bout that. Told 'em she died havin' Bambi."

"Did you go into detail?"

"Not too much. Told 'em he was too big fer her an she didn' make it. The boy was a lil upset but then Lil Bit told him that ya can' have babies so that made him feel better. No chances of ya dyin' tryin' to have one."

"I already have two."

"So we're takin' Lucas in fer sure?"

"Well, he's basically already living with us."

"So I gotta son too?" I liked that a lot. Didn' know much bout lil girls. Knew how to take care a lil boys though.

"Yep. We have a son."

"Good. An, Jesse, let me take care a the lil girl. Don' want ya havin' to do stuff like that. 'm here to take care a ya. Let me."

"We'll stay together."

"'mon then. I ain't gonna sit on this damn floor all night. Get up."

I pushed her offa the chair an got up in it. I pulled her down on my lap an put my arms round her. We sat together an every now an then she'd get up to put a wet rag on the lil girl's head an hold her hand. The lil girl was tossin' an turnin' all night, wakin' up every few hours an cryin' so Jesse would rock her to sleep, which was fuckin' dangerous since the lil girl could turn into a god damn walker any minute. But tellin' Jesse anythin' didn' do shit cause there was no way she was gonna listen. Fuckin' lil psychopath didn' do nothin' I ever told her so I didn' see no reason to keep tellin' her shit. I just clung tighter to the Beretta I pulled outta the back a her pants when she stood up an I focused real hard on that lil girl not bitin' my woman.

Was bout dawn when the lil girl went completely silent in her sleep. Didn' make no noise, didn' move a muscle, an we watched her chest stop movin'. I said, "I'll check her, Jesse."

"No, Daryl. You're already planning on taking care of her. I'm not going to make you check her too."

"Jesse, I…"

But she was already up offa my lap an had her hand on the lil girl's neck. She waited a second, nodded, an asked, "Should we take her outside first?"

"Don' really want neither a us carryin' her wit the chance she might wake up an bite one a us."

"We'll wrap her in the blanket. I think it's better we do it out there. Do you have a belt?"

"Yep. Wanna put it round her mouth?"

"Yeah. I hate to do it but it really is better that it's done outside. We can bury her out there as well."

We put my belt in her mouth an Jesse wrapped her up real tight. I didn' let Jesse carry her none but she was right behind me wit the gun. The pile in my arms started movin' soon as we made it outta the cell block an I told her, "We gotta hurry up. Ya wanna do this over by the fence?"

"Yes. Please, let's just keep her wrapped up. I don't want to see…."

"I know."

By the time we got down to the fence, even with us hurryin', she was floppin' round like a fish on a line an we rushed her down to the fence an dropped her by it. Jesse looked away while I took careful aim an shot through the sheets. Blood spread quicker than a hare bein' hunted by a fox an I heard Jesse let out a lil wail behind me fore I turned round an let her wrap her arms round my neck. Neither a us talked bout her cryin' or me holdin' her there wit my face in her hands. We just went on up to our room, took our shoes off, an climbed into bed wit Lil Bit an our boy. I waited til Jesse was good an asleep an then I went out to the cell block an asked the Chinaman an fucker to go out there an bury the lil girl's body an had Johnny make her a nice lil cross. Didn' really want the fucker to be out there helpin' bury that lil girl since his bitch was the one let her get killed, but he was the only one free then. Carol asked bout Jesse an I told her she was dead asleep an asked her to watch Lil Bit an our boy when they woke up so Jesse wouldn' have to. Then I told Rick I wouldn' be doin' nothin' an I went back to the room to lay back down wit Jesse an our babies.

Was a coupla hours fore I woke up wit my face in Jesse's hair an her half sprawled cross my chest. She was makin' lil snuffin' noises in her sleep an her hand was tightenin' an loosenin' on my shirt, scratchin' my skin a lil from a hole in the side. I reached down an grabbed her hand to move it offa my side an she wriggled, wakin' up real slow. She looked up at me an blinked her big green eyes an asked, "Is somebody burying Heather?"

"Yep. I got Glenn an yer brother watchin' over the fucker. They're diggin' the grave, gonna make her a lil cross fer her grave. Gonna take real good care a her."

"Good. I guess we should get up and get to work."

"No. Ain't gonna move all day. Ya kin do all the work ya wanna do tomorrow. But today, ya an me are in bed all day."

"Daryl, you can't keep me in bed everytime you think I need a break."

"Well, last time ya didn' stay in bed so this time we're both gonna stay in bed. No bitchin' bout it today, Jesse. Ain't repeatin' myself."

"Alright, Daryl. What are we going to do in bed all day?"

"Ya kin talk to me. An I'll lay here an think bout listenin'."

"You're an ass." But she laughed an I laughed an we curled up in bed all day an sometimes I listened to her talk an sometimes we had sex an sometimes I asked her questions but we stayed together all day. Then, at dinner, Lil Bit sat in my lap an our boy sat in her lap an the fucker an the bitch glared at us.