Ok guys, here is another update for you. I'm so happy with the comments on the last chapter! I'm glade that it lived up to most of your expectations. I know it was a little safe, but I have just become so attached to Serena and Amy too that I didn't want there to be any problems with the birth.

Enjoy. I own nothing :(

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Serena opened her eyes to the early morning sun flooding into the RV through the blinds. When Serena had last closed her eyes it had still been dark out, though it was probably only 2 hours ago. In the past week Serena had become a paranoid sleeper, worried that Amy may wake and cry for too long before she wakes up herself.

That was her biggest fear at the moment - Amy crying for too long. For such a small body the little girl could produce a shrieking crying, which carried disturbingly well. By no means was Amy an unhappy baby, on the contrary she seemed quiet at peace in her new home, which for the past week had merely consisted of the RV.

Serena had barely left the bed at all, wanting to rest and regain her strength. Over time the others had come in to see her and to welcome Amy to their little family one by one, but mostly they had steered clear of the RV, respecting Serena and Amy's privacy. And all that was fine, for the first week at least, but Serena was becoming restless, and had decided that it was time to get back into the swing of things around camp.

Daryl was passed out beside Serena in the small double bed in the back room of the RV. He was exhausted, with his mouth hanging open and a low snore escaping him every few moments. For the past week Daryl had tended to Serena and Amy's every need: bringing Serena meals, helping with Amy as best he could, making sure Serena got enough rest, taking away the dirty diapers to be cleaned (Carol did the actual cleaning part). He had been a life saver all week, but he was ready to get back to his old jobs around camp, hunter and protector.

Serena turned on her side, Daryl back to her, and put her arms out around him. It felt so strange to her, to be able to squeeze in so closely beside him, and to actually be able to fit her arms around him. The belly she'd had was gone now, still a bit of loose skin, but back to its pre-pregnancy size, like she hadn't gained any weight at all other than the weight Amy had on her.

Daryl's snores stopped and his arm moved, reaching one of his hands up and taking one of hers, which were still wrapped around him. He lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the top of it, "Humm." He sighed, putting her hand back down around his waist. He didn't say anything, or turn to face her, he just lay there silently with her hand in his.

He was probably relieved to have been brought out of his slumber by her, rather than Amy's cries. Amy always snapped him into a worrisome state. She would start to cry, and he would get all flustered, just wanting to make her comfortable again. In most cases all Amy needed was a feeding and a change of diaper, both of which Serena would do, but the whole time Daryl would be worried about her.

Amy finally stirred in the bassinet beside the bed, opening her eyes and letting out a deep cry. Serena sighed, sitting up in bed and leaning over, scooping the infant out of the crib. Serena wrapped her blanket around her again. Every night Serena would put Amy in her crib wrapped up like a little burrito, and every morning she would find her unwrapped, arms failing up in the air, looking for her parents with bright eyes.

Serena held Amy like a football, against her chest as the little girl searched around for her mom's boob. She was a greedy little thing. Once Amy started away at her breakfast she was happy, settling down all together.

Daryl finally turned over in the bed and sighed, looking out the window at the rising sun, "I think she's starting to sleep later." He said.

Serena just shook her head and laughed, "That's just your wishful thinking."

Daryl sighed, "Yeah, maybe." He sat up in the bed beside her, looking down at Amy's tiny body in her arms, "Just as well, today's the day we release the kid." He told her.

When Daryl and Rick had brought Randall, the kid, back to the farm with them he had collapsed from shock while still in the back of Rick's SUV. After Amy's birth Hershel finally looked at him, concluding that he was in shock and was probably dehydrated. It had taken almost a week for Randall to get to the point that he could be released and still have a fighting chance. Rick and Shane were going to be going out later today to leave him somewhere, far enough away from camp that he couldn't come back.

Daryl had chosen not to get involved with the kid at all, focusing his time on Amy and Serena in the past week, rather than on something that didn't involve him. Once again Shane and Rick were at odds about what to do, but Rick was their leader now, and he had final say.

Serena rocked Amy back and forth slowly, the motion becoming such habit that she almost didn't notice she was doing it anymore, "He's just a kid, huh?" She asked.

Daryl groaned, "Well, not really, that's just an expression." He rubbed his head, "The guys just baby faced is all."

Serena looked over at him, "How old would you say he is?"

Daryl didn't want to say. The kid was lucky if he was 21, and that Daryl highly doubted. Form Daryl had seen of him, back at the bar, he seemed to still be high school age. But he wouldn't tell Serena that, "Probably, 25."

Serena looked back down at Amy, nodding. She didn't say anything more about the kid. She was afraid to ask what Daryl thought about Rick's decision to let the kid go. Daryl didn't want to do anything that put her or Amy at risk, and letting that kid go was a big risk. Serena cleared her throat, "You know, you never told me what it was about this kid that makes you think he's a threat."

Daryl put his head down, looking at his lap, "Just something I saw while we were in town." Daryl mumbled. There was no chance he was going to come clean to Serena about the men he had killed. If he told her, that would forever change the way she looked at him.

Serena frowned, looking over at Daryl. She knew to drop the subject now, before Daryl shut down on her even more. He had clearly been trying to avoid the subject all week, and if she knew Daryl, there was a good reason for it.

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Andrea stood at the bottom of the steps to the RV, holding the door for Serena as she stepped out of the vehicle that had held her for the last week into the hot Georgian air. Though the breeze wasn't cool at all, it felt great drifting through Serena's hair. Amy was awake in her arms, eyes open and staring up at her, though she didn't open her mouth or show any signs of discomfort.

Andrea smiled brightly as Serena walked carefully across the ground towards the chair that she had been anchored to for almost two weeks before Amy's arrival. It was still stationed where she had left it, waiting for her to return.

Carol and Lori were sitting near by her, close to the fire. Carol was scrubbing a pan, probably one she had used that morning, but put the dish down when she saw Serena. The two women stood up and came towards her as she sat down, oohing and ahhing, like they had the first time they had met Amy earlier in the week.

Carol held out her pointer finger for Amy to latch onto, wrapping her tiny hand around it and squeezing hard. Carol laughed, adoring her. Serena looked up at Carol, still understanding that the poor woman was probably still grieving from the loss of her own daughter. Serena smiled, holding Amy out to Carol to take her, "Here."

Carol looked at Serena with a worried face, "Oh no, its OK."

Serena shook her head, "Don't be silly, she won't break. Remember, you told me that the first day."

Carol smiled and nodded, reaching out and taking the baby in her arms, "Well hello there." She spoke to Amy, swaying from side to side. Lori stood beside her, smiling and waving down at the little girl while she stared up at the two strange women.

Daryl came out of the RV, carrying a load of laundry, which he placed by the picnic table with a few other piles of clothes. He looked over at Lori then, "Where's Rick?" He asked her, looking around.

Lori nodded in the direction of the house, "Getting ready to go."

Daryl joined them all, standing around Serena. He looked over at Carol and nodded with a smile, happy to see his daughter to content. He then looked down at Serena, "I'm gunno go up and see Rick and Shane off. I need to talk to Rick before he goes anyways."

Serena nodded. Daryl seemed to have grown an attachment to Rick in the last little while, and was spending more time discussing things with him. Rick had also come looking for Daryl on more than one occasion needing some advise. It was a strange new friendship, but not a surprising one, seeing as they could now relate to each other on a more personal level.

Once Daryl was gone Serena looked up at Lori, "Hey," She asked quietly, "Did Rick say anything about their trip into town last week?"

Lori frowned and shrugged, "Not really. Why?"

Serena folded her arms and shook her head, "I don't know. Probably nothing, it's just that Daryl hasn't talked about it. He avoids the subject."

Lori shrugged, "So leave it alone." She smiled, "We don't know what happens out there." She said, pointing out at the fields, but referring to the world outside of camp, "But what ever does ... men like to keep it to themselves. Just let them."

Serena sat back in her chair. She didn't like that, just leaving Daryl alone to his own thoughts and memories. Everyone needed someone to talk to, and she wanted to be that for him more than anything. She nodded though, "I guess."

Lori smiled and nudged Serena's shoulder, "Besides, you should worry about the things you can control, like you new daughter." She smiled, "Let the men worry about what's out there." She then looked over at Carol who was talking away to Amy, "Carol and I were gunna go up to the house to prepare lunch, if you want to come with us."

Serena nodded, "Yeah, that will be good for us." She stood up from her chair, looking over at Carol, who seemed like such a natural with the little girl. Carol started to walk up to the house with the rest of them, the baby still quiet comfortable in her arms.

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Rick was leaning against the driver's side of Shane's car staring ahead at the shed that they had been keeping Randall in. Daryl came up beside him, nodding at him when Rick noticed him, "Hey."

Rick nodded back, "Hi." He pointed at the shed, "We're gunna drop him off somewhere."

"Make sure it's far enough out." Daryl instructed him.

Rick nodded, "18 miles."

Daryl looked over at Rick, "You sure about taking Shane with you?"

Rick looked at Daryl with a look of understanding before nodding, "I'm sure. I can keep him under control."

Daryl snorted, "Maybe you used to be able to." He shook his head, "But he's not the same guys, Rick." Daryl was silent for a moment before adding, "He hasn't been the same since he murdered Otis."

Rick looked at Daryl, shocked, "Did he tell ya that?" Rick asked.

Daryl rolled his eyes, "He didn't have to. Common Rick, you can't be that stupid."

Rick looked at Daryl with a sad face, nodding in acceptance, "OK."

Daryl shrugged, thinking back to his murders at the bar last week, "I guess Shane will do anything to protect his family too." Daryl mumbled, "I mean, Lori and Carl, that's like his family. He probably did what he had to do to save Carl."

Rick nodded, he had concluded the same thing. But that was Rick's family, not Shane's. It wasn't the same thing. "Murdering two men who were threatening our families is one thing, sacrificing a member of your own group to save your own ass, that is quiet another." Rick looked over at Daryl, "What you did back at that bar last week, it wasn't wrong. I probably would have done it if you hadn't beat me to the punch."

Daryl nodded. He knew what he had done was OK with Rick. But who's to say the situation Shane had been put in? Daryl figured that Shane killed Otis, but the circumstances around that was still unknown. Daryl wasn't going to judge Shane before he knew all the facts. And knowing Shane, they will probably never knew what really happened.

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So there it is. I probably won't be updating again until after the season finale I'm sorry to say, but I have to be able to plan my story accordingly. Also, if I rush to finish season 2 that just means I will have as long of a hiatus as the show will have between seasons.

Also, I've been playing around with a Walking Dead/Supernatural crossover that I might write while my other story is waiting for season 3 to premiere. I think a little Daryl and Dean would just be delicious (no slash though). What are your thoughts?

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