It was decided a few days after his arrival that Rick and Shane were to take Randall as far as they possibly could away from here. He had overstayed his welcome and it was time for him to go. There was much debate on what to do with him. The other options were to either let him stay and join us or kill him. Neither option was deemed fit for everyone's sanity, so driving and dropping him off somewhere was the next best thing.

Dale put up a fight about letting him stay. He believed that dropping the kid off would just be like slitting his throat ourselves. Dale thought he would be dead either way. But Shane wouldn't allow it. We had enough people here already and who knew what this kid was capable of. We couldn't risk letting him live with us. It was as simple as that.

Most of us, except Dale, stood on the front lawn of the house to see Rick and Shane pack Randall into the car and drive away. They didn't waste any time. They drove quickly down the dirt road and disappeared only seconds after.

As everyone from the group watched them off, relief was felt. He was no longer our problem and we could feel safe again. Well, as safe as you can feel in the apocalypse. But that relief was mixed with guilt. Even after a few days of healing, the boys leg was still in awful condition. Would he be able to survive out there with a leg like that? He might be dead within ten minutes of them setting him free. But we couldn't think that way. That much guilt would make someone go crazy in a world like this, but it was too difficult not to let it at least bother you.

Daryl was more than pleased to see the kid off. He explained to me earlier that having this kid here would be too dangerous and wasteful. It was inevitable that he would be banished from the farm and delaying it would only waste precious supplies. We didn't know what this kid was capable of and we really didn't want to find out. Daryl was right. Keeping him here with us is too dangerous. It was only best that he be taken as far away from here as possible, so he wouldn't get the chance to do any harm to anyone here.

As the day went on, I couldn't help but think about Randall. Even his name made me feel bad for leaving him in the middle of nowhere. Even though I wasn't the one doing the leaving, I still felt some sort of responsibility for this. I voted to have him removed from the island. I was apart of this group and apart of this decision. His life was in all of our hands and we chose to have him gone. Maybe it was right, maybe it was wrong. Either way, I wouldn't be able to forget about this for a very long time.

Daryl went hunting. He told me that we needed meat and he was the only one who would be willing to go. I wanted deeply to tell him 'no' and to make him stay with me, but I just couldn't do that. He probably needed to get out and get some air. Who was I to deny him of that. So I told him that it was fine and I promised that I wouldn't leave the house. He was still a bit skeptical about the group that Rick and them encountered back in town and didn't want me too far away from people.

With nothing else to do, I made my way to the kitchen. Lori and Maggie were in there preparing dinner for tonight, so I thought that I would lend a helping hand. I was hoping that I could learn a few things too.

On my way in there, I passed by a mirror. It was a few feet long and pretty wide and hung on the wall near the kitchen. The gold trimming caused it to stick out in the old fashioned home. I could see myself perfectly in the fresh reflection of the glass that the frame held.

I stared at every feature. My hair was longer than the beginning of the apocalypse, but the ends were mostly split. I should have someone trim it for me. It was also lighter. I was never an outdoorsy type before, so my hair was always the milk chocolate brown. Since I've been outside mostly, my hair is almost a dirty blonde. I pushed strands away from my face to have a better look at the rest of me.

My features were mostly the same. My eyes didn't change with my hair, so the two were no longer then same. My eyebrows were fuller and as dark as my old hair color. I needed to see it Maggie or Lori had tweezers for me to thin my brows out again.

In whole, my face was thinner. The lack of food was to blame for my weight loss. My arms and legs seemed to lose fat as well. The only part of me that seemed larger was my torso. My breasts were the same size as before, but my stomach seemed larger. A lot larger.

My stomach. It was quite round and bulged for this stage in my pregnancy. My shirt was stretching much farther than usual. I didn't know much about pregnancy. but this didn't seem normal. I couldn't possibly be showing already. It's only been a month or two. Right? There had to be something wrong.

In my shock, I ran to the stairs and sprinted up. I knew Hershel was up there caring for Beth. He would know. He would have to.

I was ready to burst into the room where Beth was being treated as Hershel opened to door to leave. I nearly ran into him in my panic.

"Rosalyn. What are you doing here? Is everything all right?" Hershel pulled the door closed as he stepped out to meet me in the hallway.

"I don't know. I really need to talk to you." I didn't have time to wait for an answer. I grabbed the old man's arm and pulled him into the room across from Beth's and closed the door. This wasn't a conversation for everyone's ears.

"Rosalyn, what's going on?" Hershel stood in the room and stared at me with confused eyes.

I took a second to calm down and collect my thoughts. I could be reacting over nothing, but I needed to calm myself and make sure. "I don't know if you know about my... situation."

He nodded. "Rick told me."

"Okay, well, I look a lot bigger than I should be. It only happened maybe a month and a half ago. Should I be this big already?"

Hershel looked down at my stomach. "Could you lift your shirt and stand to the side? I need to see."

I brought my shirt up without hesitation. I turned to my right and showed Hershel my stomach from the side.

He placed a hand on me and contemplated his findings. "Is there a history of twins in your family?"

"Twins? No, not that I know of."

"Then that's less likely to be it. I'm not saying it's not, but it could be something else, too." Hershel removed his hand and sat on the freshly made bed. "Are you sure of the time of conception?"

"Um, yeah. I guess. That was the first time in a while that I slept with someone. At least, I think." Looking back, I had a few more blackouts when this all started. Drinking was my getaway. But how could I forget something like that?

Hershel grabbed my hands and looked me in my trembling eyes. "Rosalyn, by the looks of your size, you're about three and a half or four months along. I sincerely doubt that there's more than one in there, so that would be the only explanation to why you are the size that you are."

I pulled my hands away. One landed on my mouth and the other on my slightly plump stomach. "Oh my God."

"Do you know who the father is?"

"I... I... I don't..." I was stumped, shocked, scared. If that was the case, the due date was closer than originally planned and I didn't remember when or who. This whole thing went from bad to worse.

"Rosalyn, it's all right. No matter what, you are in good hands here. We're going to take care of it."

I nodded slightly trying to register everything. That one night stand didn't cause the pregnancy. That made more sense than the sudden pregnancy symptoms. But when did I sleep with someone before that? And who was it?

I inhaled deeply. "Thank you, Hershel, for everything."

A smile on his face grew tremendously before exited the room. I followed slowly with all of this information still in mind.

I couldn't let anyone see my sudden change in mood. I had to keep my cool until Daryl got back. I wasn't planning on telling anyone else about my problem until he returned for me. He deserved to be the first to know. Now I just needed a way to tell him. If only I had some idea as to how he would react.

A/N: I know I screwed up in the beginning of this story with the pregnancy thing, but I think I found a way to fix it. I know her realization was a bit sudden but I like to think that she was too distracted to notice herself getting bigger. If you think this doesn't make any sense, please tell me. I'll fix it and try again. As always, thank you so much for sticking with me and this story and I promise there will be more to come. This story is just starting.