A/N** SORRY THE UPDATE TOOK SO LONG, HAD A DEATH IN THE FAMILY AND THEN HAD MAJOR SURGERY. JUST HADN'T FELT MUCH LIKE WRITING BUT I'M BACK AT IT NOW. THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME.

Over the next few weeks the group looked for a new safe haven. Emery woke every morning to sneak off to find a place to get sick in peace. After being sick every day for weeks straight every part of her body hurt. Even though she'd tried her best to hide it, it didn't take Rick or Hershel long to notice her strange behavior.

Stopped on the side of the road for lunch Rick watched as Emery walked into the trees and a few minutes later walked back out wiping her mouth. He turned from her to Daryl who was standing next to his truck. Rick approached him to find out what was going on. It was obvious she hadn't been bitten, she would of turned by now.

"What's wrong with Emery?" Rick leaned against the truck next to Daryl.

"Nothing." Daryl wasn't sure weather or not Emery was ready to tell the group she was pregnant.

"She's been sick for a while." Rick turned to Daryl waiting for some kind of answer. Daryl just looked at him. Emery walked toward the two of them. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Emery took a drink from a bottle that Daryl handed her.

"If there's something wrong you can tell me." Rick always had such a reassuring tone.

"I'm pregnant." Emery blurted out. Ricks eyes doubled in size.

"Is the baby yours?" He asked Daryl.

"Who the hell else's would it be?" Daryl huffed.

"Yes it's his." Emery stepped in between the two of them. "We need to find a safe place to stay soon."

The group packed up and moved on after lunch. Rick was worried about his family, but now the thought of a baby in the group changed things. They had been looking for weeks for something that came close to what they had. Nothing came close.

As night rolled in again they stopped at another abandoned house. Walking inside Emery stopped to get sick again. It was driving her nuts. She couldn't eat, she couldn't drink. Her head hurt, her body ached. It seemed like all she could do was sleep. Inside Rick insisted that Daryl and Emery take the bedroom with the large bed.

In the middle of the night Daryl crept through the house. When he found Hershel he woke him and ushered him away quietly. Taking him back to the room Emery was in he talked in a panic. "I can't get her to wake up. She moans, but I can't get her to open her eyes." It was clear that Daryl was upset.

"How long has it been since she ate?" Hershel asked as they entered the room.

"A couple days."

"And what about drinking?"

"She drinks water all the time, but then just gets sick." Daryl watched as Hershel looked her over. He was anxious. He'd never been around a pregnant woman, let alone one carrying his child.

"She's dehydrated. We need to get some fluids into her." Hershel reached into his bag and pulled out a needle and a bag of IV fluid. He found a vain in her arm started the IV. "This will hold her for the night, but we need to get her some stuff." The expression on Hershel's face said it all. Emery was sick and the pregnancy was putting her life at risk.

The following morning Emery woke opened her eyes to the sun. Looking around the room she noticed a figure sleeping in a chair in the corner. Raising her body to get a better look she felt a tug at her arm. She turned to the tape on her arm. She followed the line from her arm to the bag of IV fluid. She began to pull at the tape when she herd a voice. "I wouldn't do that girly." She knew right away who's voice she herd. Merle stood up and walked over to the bed.

Emery quickly moved back in the bed. Retreating from Merle's reach. "Whoa, relax there sweet cheeks. That's blood your carrying there. I won't hurt you." Merle almost gloated. "Don't you worry uncle Merle will take good care of that baby." Emery began to peal the tape from her arm. He reached down and took her hand. "You need to leave that alone."

"And you need to go to hell." Emery kicked him right in the crotch. Jerking the needle from her arm she ran from the room. She was confused. Nothing looked familiar, she'd never been in this house before. She ran past Rick and out the front door. The sun was high in the sky and burned her eyes. Rick came out to find out what she was doing. Hershel had told him that she should rest for the rest of the day. "Where's Daryl?" She yelled at Rick.

"He went to find you some stuff." Rick walked toward her slowly. She was clearly aggravated.

"He didn't tell me he was leaving." She didn't believe Rick.

"Emery you need to get back in bed." Hershel stood behind Rick. The men stood and watched. Emery looked from one man to the other. In the blink of an eye she ran to the side of the truck. Falling to her knees she began to get sick again. Rick put his arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. When she looked up at him she had tears in her eyes.

"I'm so tired of being sick." She wiped the tears from her eyes as she got back to her feet. Before they reached the house the sound of car came tearing down the drive way. Daryl got out and rushed to her side. "I don't want to be pregnant any more." Whispering to Daryl she didn't want any one else to hear what she said.

"Lets get you back to bed."

Two months pasted of the same thing. Every night a new place, and every day a new search. Emery continued to get sick everyday. She was becoming withdrawn and down right hateful. Days would pass that she wouldn't say a word to Daryl. There were days she wouldn't speak to anybody but Rick. Daryl didn't know what to do. He wanted to help her, but he couldn't. Every time he asked if there was anything he could do for her she would look at him as though she wanted to kill him and tell him that she wanted him to end this pregnancy.

Night fell upon the group once again. This night Rick and Daryl were on watch together. "How's Emery?"

"She hates me." Daryl whispered looking at the ground. Any pride he'd gotten from his relationship with Emery was long gone now.

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you. She just hates being pregnant." Rick half laughed remembering the days of Lori hating him while she was pregnant.

"She keeps asking me to end the pregnancy. I don't know what to do."

"Just try not to piss her off. It will all be over soon. And as soon as she's holding that baby none of this will matter." Rick tried to reassure him. Daryl didn't feel it was much help. Emery was growing more hateful toward him with every day that passed.

"Hey, have you given any thought to the Mississippi river?" Daryl asked Rick.

"For what?"

"A place to live. It's great for hunting and fishing. Fresh water." Daryl had given it a lot of thought over the past couple months.

It didn't take long for every one in the group to hear about Daryl's idea. With in a week they were packed and headed for the Mississippi. After everything with Shane a fresh start is just what the group needed.

NEW LOCATION, A BABY ON THE WAY, WHO KNOW'S WHAT'S NEXT.