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"So you can't tell anything yet," my disappointed voice said.

"No, only thing I can tell you is wait... maybe find a pregnancy test," he gave me a concerned look. "I maybe old school but people who are pregnant are usually happy," he gave me a smile.

"Not in my case," I whispered finally ready to let people, besides Daryl, know what happened.

"What do you mean," he paused "Wouldn't it be Daryl's from what I've seen he'd be a good father,"

"He would be... but that's the wrong Dixon," my voice cracked as I tried to hold back the tears.

"Merle? But..." the look on his face was utter shock.

"Right before I got here... I... we... I seen him out in the woods... there was nothing I could do to get away... so..." I couldn't get the story out.

"Oh dear," He leaned forward and placed his hand on my shoulder "Does anyone else know," he asked concerned.

"Just Daryl," I admitted wiping my arm across my face. "And now you,"

"Doesn't really seem like he knows," Hershel said.

"I know," I pursed my lips.

"You were out in the rain before right? Now, I don't want to get your hopes up but you could just be sick, you've been through some traumatic events and now with Merle living here this could just be your bodies way of coping with it," Hershel said.

My eyes lit up when he mentioned that "I hope that's the case, I am not fit to be a parent,"

"You never know until it happens," he smiled

"I guess," I answered.

"You want me to get him," Hershel asked getting his crutches.

"Don't need to he's probably outside of the door, unless he's still with Merle," just as I said that Merle's distinct raspy voice echoed through the prison.

"Ya better back the fuck up little brother,"

"Why don't ya make me!" Daryl's voice yelled back.

"Shit," I wasn't ready for all of this. "Excuse me," I pushed passed Hershel to get to the stairs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I mumbled all the way down the stairs.

Daryl and Merle were inches from each other, their faces stone. I was a few feet from them when the first punch was thrown. Merle's fist swiped across Daryl's face sending him back a step, but he recovered and charged forward throwing his own punch at Merle. Both fell onto the floor rolling around, Daryl ended up on top, throwing another punch at Merle's face. My eyes were wide as I looked at these two brothers fighting… my mind snapped out of surprise mode and I strode forward nearing the fighting brothers, I know yelling wasn't guna stop them so I had to get physical. With Daryl hunched over I wrapped my arms through and around his shoulder blades, pulling back as hard as I possibly could; he budged a little bit but not much. I felt strong hands push me aside and when I looked up Rick was prying Daryl off of a bleeding Merle. They were yelling and cursing things that nobody could make out if they tried, and when they stopped the prison was silent.

"Daryl," I stepped towards him and raised my hand to touch his cut cheek.

He pushed my hand back and took a quick step backwards, bumping his back off the cement wall. Merle rolled off the floor and went to lunge at his brother again, yelling and screaming nothing any of us could understand. Rick and Glenn managed to get Merle under control, with some force, and pushed him into a nearby cell locking the door behind him.

"What the hell was that about," Glenn asked Rick.

Rick just looked at me, his blue eyes confused.

"I… I don't know," I lied without hesitation "I… wouldn't think too much into it,"

I really hoped they didn't hear what they were yelling about because I wasn't ready to think about it just yet. I tried as best I could to keep eye contact with them as they continued to stare at me, both of them trying to decide if they believed me.

"Glenn, take Daryl up to get his cheek cleaned up," Rick said still looking right at me.

"Yeah, yeah sure man," Glenn nodded an excused himself and managed to drag Daryl to see Hershel.

"What's going on, I know you know," he stepped closer to me.

"Nothing," my voice went up a bit because of the agitation.

He raised an eyebrow "Tiff, I was a cop for years I could tell when someone's lying,"

"It has nothing to do with the rest of the group…" I trailed off at least not yet.

"Tiffany," he pitched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes.

"Rick, if it was anything major believe me I would let you know… besides you have better things to worry about," my eyes drifted over to Carl.

"Don't tell me what I have to worry about, I know," his tired eyes glared at her.

"Sure you do," I answered not wanting to sound as mean as I did.

"I'm taking a trip into town, just to let you know," I called after Rick.

"Be careful," he waved behind him.

I turned and grabbed a bag from my cell and walked up to where Daryl stayed when he wanted to be alone. He was sitting in the cell he now occupied on his cot pressing the red bandana to his face.

"You okay," I asked leaning against the wall.

"Fine," he answered not looking at me.

I was quiet for a second "Why?"

"Why what," he snapped.

"Why did you fight Merle," my voice was soft.

"It was a long time comin'," he answered looking up at me.

"Sure," my voice cracked. "Um I'm guna go into town to pick up something,"

"You aint goin' alone," he snapped.

"No… I'll take Maggie… I could use the girl talk," I mumbled to him.

"Ya don't want me ta come,"

"It's not that I don't want you to come it's just…" I couldn't tell him I wouldn't be able to handle having him there if the pregnancy test came out positive.

"Fine I get it," he snapped 'I'll see ya when ya get back," he said softly.

"Defiantly," I smiled at him. I tuned to walk out but stopped "Thanks for fighting him,"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," she didn't need to look at him to know he was smiling.

Eventually I found Maggie, she was cleaning one the many guns that the group had. I knocked on the wall and stepped in when she smile at me.

"Hey you wanna go into town with me," I asked quickly.

"Sure, let's go," she stood up and walked out of the cell before me.