"Maybe we should just leave." I suggested.

"No." Glenn said. "If there's really someone here, they could follow us."

"Okay? So what do we do? We checked this whole place, how could there even be someone here?"

"I don't know." Glenn looked around. "Maybe they came in after we got here."

"Okay…so what do we do?"

We checked the house again. I went upstairs and checked the bedrooms. As I was walking down the hall, I felt a cool breeze. I shined my flashlight in the last room and saw that there was a window open. I don't remember opening any windows.

"Glenn!" I called.

He was there in seconds.

"That window was not opened when we got here."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive." I said wide-eyed. "That means someone is definitely in here."

Just then, we heard a noise downstairs. We shared a look before rushing down there.

We saw that the back door was open and ran outside. There was a man running down the yard.

"Stop!" I yelled. I held my gun up but didn't shoot right away.

"We said stop!" Glenn yelled.

He kept running so I shot him in the leg. We heard him groan as he lay on the ground. Glenn looked at me before we headed towards him.

"What were you doing?" I asked him with my gun pointed at him. "Why were you in there?"

"Oh God!" He groaned holding his leg.

"She asked you a question." Glenn said.

"You took my guns!" He yelled. "Oh God! You took them all!"

"What?"

"I saw you leave with them!"

Glenn and I exchanged looks.

"Why didn't you try something then?"

"I didn't, ah, want to hurt you. I wanted to know more about you." He explained. "You didn't look like bad people, and so, I followed you."

Glenn and I again exchanged a look.

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Glenn asked.

"Ohh!" The man groaned in pain.

"Yeah, how do we know that you weren't about to run off and tell your friends about us, huh?"

"I'm alone, I swear!" He started to cry.

I looked at Glenn. He nodded and we both put our guns down.

"So, you came in through the window upstairs?" I asked him. "We heard you in the basement. How'd you get around so fast?"

He looked at me surprised. "No, I came in through the window. I was never in the basement." He panted.

I glanced at Glenn real quick. We can't trust this guy. I thought about what my dad would do. I held my gun up to his head. "Sorry." I said and pulled the trigger.

Glenn gave me an almost shocked look. I ignored it and patted the man down to see if he had any weapons on him. He didn't.

I put my gun back in it's holster and went back inside.

"What are you doing?" Glenn asked me when he saw me gathering my stuff.

"Let's get outta here." I said quietly.

"No, it's late." He said. "Let's just stay here until it starts to get light out."

I paused and thought for a minute. "No, that's stupid."

"What's stupid would be leaving now, in the middle of the night."

"Well, I think it's a good idea and don't want to wait for something else to happen."

"Abby, we're not leaving."

I let my bag fall to the floor. "Let's flip a coin."

Glenn looked at me for a moment before saying, "alright. You got a coin?"

He raised his eyebrows at me when he said that.

I held one up. "I took it out of that guy's pocket." I smirked.

"Call it." I said to Glenn.

"Tails."

I flipped the coin and it landed on tails.

"Shit."

We left as soon as it started to get light outside. The car ride home was mostly silent. Glenn kept glancing over at me.

"What?" I finally said.

"Nothing…it's just…are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I cleared my throat. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He was quiet for a bit.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it…listen, you didn't have to kill that guy…"

"I know." I cut him off.

"You know?"

"Yeah." I put my head down. "Look, I didn't even think about it…I just did what I thought my dad would do." I nervously tapped my fingers together. "But…I'm fine. I promise." I grinned at him.

He just nodded.

Neither of us knew exactly what to say so I just blurted out the first thing I thought of.

"So, have guys given any thoughts about what you want to name the baby?"

Glenn snorted. "No." He laughed a little.

"Well, for a girl there's Abby?" I joked.

He let out a little laugh.

We finally arrived at home. We took the weapons directly to the armory along with the food to the pantry and told Olivia what we found so she could keep track of it.

I went home after that. I saw Carl sitting on the porch with Judith.

"Hey, little brother." I greeted him.

"Did you just get back?"

"Yup." I put arms out for him to give me Judith.

"Hi, Judy." I kissed her little cheek. "I haven't seen you in forever." I tickled her belly and she laughed. It was really cute. "I think I owe you a bedtime story tonight."

Carl and I laughed.

"Where's dad?"

"Out." Carl replied taking Judith back. "He and Daryl left this morning."

"Oh." I said disappointingly. "I was hoping he'd be here when we got back."

"Why? Did you find anything?"

"Yes!" My eyes widened and I smiled real big. "I found like a pawn shop or something and they had guns! The place was never touched! We're definitely stocked now."

"Awesome." Carl said.

"Yeah." I rubbed my hands together. "Hey, I'm gonna go get something to eat and take a shower. I feel gross. I got like three days worth of dirt on me."

"So, that's what that smell is." Carl teased.

"Shut up!"

"I can smell you from over here." He laughed.

"Liar!" I began walking inside.

"I can still smell you!" He called.

I gave him the finger through the window.

The hot water from the shower felt so good. It was nice to get clean. I took my time getting dressed and finally laid down on the bed. I felt like I could relax for once. I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I was asleep.

I woke up to the sound of Carol calling for dinner. It's dinner time already?

I practically hopped down the stairs. Carol, Carl and Michonne were already at the table.

"Hey." I said sitting down. "Sorry, I fell asleep. I didn't mean to."

"You must have needed it then." Carol said.

"I heard you found quite a supply out there?" Michonne said.

"Wow." I stretched. "Good news travels fast."

"You did good." Michonne said.

"Yeah." Carol said.

"Thanks."

They smiled at me.

"Can we talk about something else?" Carl asked. He sounded annoyed.

Is he jealous?

"Okay, kid, what do you want to talk about?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You said."

He put a spoonful of food in his mouth and shrugged again.

"Well, what did you do today?" I asked him.

Carl and Michonne shared an awkward look.

"What?" I said.

"Enid and I went out in the woods." Carl replied.

"Oh." I said. "How is Enid? Is she your girlfriend now?"

He didn't answer me.

I gasped.

"Don't worry about it." He said before I could say anything.

"Carl's got a girlfriend." I sing-songed.

"It's not like that."

"Sure." I teased. "Then, what were you doing out there?"

"Abby," Michonne started, "that's not the point. He shouldn't have been out there."

I hesitated. "Why not?"

"Because it's dangerous." Michonne answered quickly.

"Well…he's not dead." I sort of laughed. I honestly didn't see the harm.

Carl kind of half smiled at me.

"It's not funny." Michonne said.

"No, it's not funny but I just don't see…" I trailed off.

Carol stayed quiet the whole time.

"What? The point?" Michonne said wide-eyed. "The point is it's stupid to be out there when you don't have to be."

I glanced at Carl. He had a weird look on his face.

"Okay." I said in defeat.

We were all quiet for a moment.

"Do you want me to clean up?" I asked Carol.

"No, that's alright, Abby."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you look tired. Just go rest up."

"Alright, thanks." I took my plate to sink.

"Hey, you said you were going to read Judith a story tonight." Carl reminded me.

My shoulders slumped. "Oh yeah, I did."

I picked Judy up from her little play pen. "Come on, girly. Let's get you to bed."

I took Judy into my room with me. "What should I read you?" I said while taking some of the books I found from the library out of my bag. "Ah, how about The Velveteen Rabbit?"

She seemed alright with that so I sat her on my lap and started reading.

About halfway through the story, I heard her exhale.

"Am I boring you?" I asked and looked down at her. She was asleep. "Thanks." I said. I laid her next to me on the bed and laid down with my arms around her.

I woke up hours later to sound of Carl saying, "What the hell are you doing in our house?"

I shot up out of bed and down the hall grabbing my gun on the way. I saw Carl pointing a gun at a man I've never seen before.

"What's going on?" I yelled.

"Hey, Carl, Abby, it's okay."

I turned around and saw my dad emerge from his room. He was quickly buttoning his pants and he didn't have a shirt on. Michonne was right behind him and she too was adjusting her clothing.

What? Were they just…

Suddenly, Glenn, Daryl and Abraham were at the bottom of the stairs with their guns up.

"It's okay." My dad said.

"It's okay." Michonne repeated.

Glenn and Abraham looked as surprised as I was when they saw my dad and Michonne.

"We brought him back here." My dad said.

"Hi." The guy smiled. "My name's Jesus."

At a more decent time, we were all sitting around the table with this Jesus guy.

"So, how'd you get out?" My dad asked him. My dad and Daryl had him locked up in the cell after they brought him home.

"One guard can't cover two exits or third floor windows. Knots untie and locks get picked. Entropy comes form order, right?"

"Right." Daryl said.

"I checked out your arsenal. I haven't seen anything like that in a long time. You're well -equipped, but your provisions are low. Very low for the amount of people you have. Fifty-four?"

"More than that." Maggie said.

"Well, I appreciate the cookie. My compliments to the chef."

"Yeah, she ain't here." Daryl snapped. I don't think he likes this guy very much.

"Look, we got off to a bad start. But we're on the same side—the living side. You and Rick had every reason to leave me out there, but you didn't."

I glanced at my dad.

Jesus continued, "I'm from a place that's a lot like this one. Part of my job is searching out other settlements to trade with. I took your truck because my community needs things, and you both look like trouble. I was wrong. You're good people and this is a good place. I think our communities may be in a position to help each other."

"Do you have food?" Glenn asked.

"We've started to raise livestock. We scavenge, we grow. Everything from tomatoes to sorghum."

"Tell us why we should believe you." My dad finally spoke.

"I'll show you. If we take a car, I can take you home in a day, and you can all see for yourselves who we are and what we have to offer."

"Wait, you're looking for more settlements?" Maggie asked. "You mean you're already trading with other groups?"

"Your world's about to get a whole lot bigger." Jesus said with a big smile.

Everyone started packing their things and loading the RV. I figured I would stay back and look after Judith today.

My dad was talking to Carl over by the RV.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name." Jesus said to me.

"I'm Abby."

He nodded. "Hi, Abby, I'm Jesus."

"Is that your real name?"

He laughed. "No, it's Paul, my friends gave me that nickname."

"Gee, I wonder why?" I joked.

He smiled at me. "Yeah, there may be a small resemblance."

"Just a little bit." I said.

He laughed a little. I looked him up and down. He was gorgeous.

"I'll see you around." He said.

"Yeah." I checked him out while he walked away.

"No, I'm not coming." I heard Carl say as I was walking over to them. "Someone's gotta stay back, keep this place safe. A kid with a messed up face probably wouldn't make a good first impression anyway."

Aw, poor, Carl.

My dad handed Judith to Carl and they shook hands.

"Hey, there's my girl." My dad said when he saw me. "I saw all the guns you brought back. You did good." He kissed the top of my head.

"Thanks." I smiled. "So, I heard Carl say he wasn't going. Can I go then?"

My dad gave me a questioning look. "Well, sweetheart, you just got back. Don't you wanna take a day off?"

I looked over and saw Jesus talking to Michonne. "No." I didn't take my eyes off of him.

My dad looked in the direction I was looking, then back at me. "What?" He said.

"Nothing."

He sighed. "Look, I was going to tell you about Michonne, but it just happened, it just happened. Last night." He looked a little embarrassed. It almost made me want to laugh.

"This is—this is different." He said.

I nodded. "It's cool, dad. Really." I just wanted him to stop.

He smiled. "Alright, get your stuff then."

"Got it." I said.

"Hi, Daryl." I smiled at him as he walked by.

"Hi, shorty." He said. "Good job finding all them guns."

"Oh, it was nothing." I waved my hand.

He snorted. "So where'd you find 'em anyway?"

"In a little shop called Rabe's." I smiled.

"Good." He said. "I'm taking you with me next time."

I think I blushed. I wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

"Okay." I laughed.

"Let's chew up some asphalt!" Abraham yelled. We all loaded into the RV.

I sat next to Jesus and Daryl.