"Seriously." Omid continued as he, Christa, and Clementine walked along on the dirt trail. The sun was setting, and the sky was orange; it was going to get dark soon. They were the only ones left out of the original group. Out of everyone, they were the only survivors. Christa and Omid took care of Clementine well, but it wasn't the same as Lee did. Albeit, she was grateful for their care, sometimes she felt like a burden to them. They wanted to go on with their own lives, and even though they didn't have a very well thought out plan, she still felt uncomfortable. They were just walking, walking and traveling to see what they could find, if anything. "What are we going to name it?" He asked as they continued to walk. Clementine rolled her eyes, they had this discussion about twice a day.

"First off," Christa said as they walked on and she reached down to rub her big pregnant belly. "The baby is not an it, so don't call he or she an it." She joked with him. She had been pregnant for some time now, hell, Clem even thought she had been pregnant when they all first met. Clementine looked up at the couple as she walked behind them. Sometimes, she wondered why she even bothered.

"Well, if the baby had a name, I wouldn't have to call he or she an it." Omid replied as the group stopped by a makeshift fire pit that somebody else had left behind. They needed to stop anyway, after all, with Christa's nearly protruding nine month stomach, she got tired very easily. She couldn't walk very fast, and hell, Omid and Clementine had to protect her most of the time. Clementine hadn't said this out loud, but she knew that having a baby with the group would only slow them down, and maybe even get them killed. She didn't really ever share her thoughts or opinions with Christa and Omid, for she was afraid that they would abandon her so easily. So Clem kept quiet, and went along with anything.

The tall woman sat down on a log, "What do you want to name the baby, Clementine?" Christa asked as she looked over to the small girl. Well, she wasn't really too small anymore. Time had passed, and blossomed Clementine into a budding preteen. She was becoming a young woman, and she wasn't so naïve as she was before. Clem became more exposed to things, and she became real smart. She had listened to what Lee said so that she could survive. She stayed strong, she kept her hair short, and more importantly, she didn't let anyone push her around. Albeit Omid and Christa were her guardians, they felt that Clementine was wise enough and old enough to make her own decisions. They knew how smart she was.

Clementine shrugged, "I don't know." She said honestly. Naming a baby was the least of her worries right now, especially if she didn't know that baby was going to live or not. That was another thing she didn't understand. It was the apocalypse, how would one even go about having a baby? There were no hospitals, there were no doctors, so if something went wrong, Christa and the baby could both die. They were on their own. In the back of her mind though, Clementine knew that Christa probably had these thoughts. Maybe she was just full of hope.

"Oh come on!" Christa encouraged as she nudged Clem in the shoulder gently. "You've got to have names in that head of yours."

"I still like Omid Jr." Omid said as he sat down on the log beside Christa.

"Omid, I told you a million times we are not having two Omids around here." Christa replied. "One annoying person is enough, and besides, what if the baby is a girl?" She questioned with a thick eyebrow raised.

"Christa Jr?" He suggested with a playful grin. Clementine rolled her eyes. How could they be joking around like this? How could they be so happy? Everything around them was infected or dying. Why would they want to bring a baby into that?

"No." Christa said seriously. "We're not having two Christa's either." She added. It was quiet for a minute as the two sat there and thought about different things. Clementine turned and looked at the sky, it was getting darker by the second, and the dark meant that there would be walkers coming out soon. She was surprised they were even able to stay out in this open fire pit for so long. She wanted to tell them that they should go, but she didn't want them to get angry with her. Just then, an idea popped into her small mind.

"Lee." She uttered in that single syllable, her voice softer than it had ever been. Christa and Omid looked over to the girl slowly.

"What?" Christa asked gently as she and Omid were slightly confused right now.

"You can name the baby Lee, boy or girl, you can name it Lee." Clementine said again, only to be stared at by Omid and Christa, but the two weren't sure what to say. Even after all this time, they knew she was still mourning but they didn't know that she would bring Lee up as often as she did. Maybe it was because she found this man so awe inspiring, this father figure to be her role model; her light in the darkness. Christa and Omid didn't understand that though, they didn't understand the father and daughter bond Lee and Clementine had.

"Clem..." Omid started, but wasn't sure what else to say. He wasn't sure if she was being genuinely serious in that name suggestion, or whether she was still sad and mourning. He wasn't sure whether to comfort her, or leave her alone. He was just so confused. In that moment, Clementine felt like crying. Why weren't they saying anything? They asked for her suggestions, she gave it to them. What was so wrong with the name Lee? She merely ignored them and made sure her tears didn't fall. She wouldn't let them see her cry, she was too strong for that.

"What do you think the baby will look like?" Christa asked, changing the subject too easily.

"Me of course." Omid said, "It'll get all the good looking genes." He added playfully.

"Shut up Omid." Christa replied simply, yet all in good fun.