AN: Here we go, another little chapter to keep us moving along and to let us see what both sides of our couple are up to on this run.

I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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Carol sat cross legged in the living room floor. She'd spent the majority of her morning putting Daryl's things away, including the box that Will had brought her from cleaning out what was left in his apartment. Will had been thorough, though…and Carol thought he might have been too thorough, so she'd set aside a box of odds and ends that she thought were primarily trash that had never been thrown out instead of things that Daryl likely wanted to keep. He could go through the things after the run.

And then she'd gone through Tyreese's things again. She kept very few of his things. The rest she put into one of the packs that he'd gotten on the last run that he'd been on, along with anything in there she thought might be for Sasha or for Tyreese himself.

The final pack she'd filled with the items that he'd clearly brought for her…or rather for the baby…and she'd put that in the spare room for when she finally brought herself to putting together some kind of space for the baby.

Now she was sitting there, the bag she had to offer Sasha on the floor near the entrance wall to the living room, looking at Sasha who had the appearance of someone who couldn't decide if they were disgusted with her or wanted to kill her.

Michonne sat quietly on the sofa, her feet drawn up beside her, acting as something a silent referee.

"So…you're just throwing out whatever's left of him," Sasha said, her hands on her hips.

Carol was eating a sucker from the bag of them that she'd found in the packs. She shook her head. She was almost tired of discussing this with Sasha and they'd probably only been at it for about half an hour…maybe it had been an hour. Carol wasn't sure…she simply knew that the floor was getting uncomfortable, but she didn't feel like getting up. She wanted Sasha to take the bag and go.

"I'm not throwing anything out," Carol said. She felt like she was repeating herself. Really she was in a way, she was just changing the words. "I'm giving it to you. I thought you might like to have these things and I honestly don't have any use for them."

"He meant that little to you?" Sasha asked, her hand on her hip. "He meant so little to you that…you're moving another man in his house this soon? How do you think that would make him feel?"

"Sasha, he doesn't feel anything," Michonne offered. Carol glanced over at the woman who appeared to be growing as tired of the conversation as she was. Of course, Michonne had apparently been at it a little longer than Carol had because she'd made it to Carol's house before Sasha ever got there to warn her that she was coming, and that she was upset.

And really Carol didn't think that Sasha was all that upset with her. Sasha was upset because her brother was gone, and she needed someone to blame. She needed someone to take those feelings out on…and Carol was a perfect person for her to do that on at the moment.

"Michonne…it's fine," Carol offered. "Sasha…Ty knew how I felt about Daryl. He knew that…I cared for Daryl…I loved Daryl…before I even knew Tyreese at all. He didn't feel threatened by that…and never had a reason to. I never did anything with Daryl or anyone else while I was with Tyreese."

"But now that he's gone you're just completely done with him," Sasha said. "You're getting rid of everything that was his…you're just moving on entirely…"

Carol couldn't help but laugh ironically to herself.

"I'm moving on," she said, "because that's all there is to do now. But I think I've kept a few things around to remember him by. I don't need things anyway, Sasha. I'm not going to just forget Tyreese. That's not how my memory works…"

Carol shifted around then, deciding that she was tired of her position and the aching in her body that the hard floor was causing. She crawled toward the chair…Tyreese's chair…and pulled herself up to sit in it.

"And before you say anything," Carol said, "I'm not replacing him either. Tyreese and Daryl are…very…very different men and they both have very different meanings to me."

Sasha sighed loudly and paced two or three steps in either direction from where she was standing. Carol glanced over at Michonne who couldn't look less bored or annoyed if she'd tried. She probably knew, too, that Sasha's anger at the moment wasn't really anger directed at Carol.

And if there was hurt there that Carol had moved on too quickly? Well, Carol could understand and accept that too, but there was nothing that she could really do about it. She was doing this for herself…not for Sasha.

"And the baby?" Sasha asked.

"Healthy, as far as we can tell," Carol said. "Thanks for asking…"

Sasha glared at her.

"That wasn't what I meant," Sasha said. "What are you going to do about it? Are you going to…pretend that it's…Daryl's child?"

Carol shifted around in the chair.

"If Daryl wants to raise this baby with me," Carol said, "then I'm going to accept his help. Anyone who wants to be part of this baby's life is welcome to be part of it…these days we need everyone we can get in our lives. But, ultimately? This is my baby and it's Tyreese's baby…and Ty isn't here…so that it makes it my baby."

"But you're going to tell it about Tyreese?" Sasha asked.

"I'm not trying in any way to deny that this baby is Tyreese's baby," Carol said. "And I intend to tell him or her about Ty when I can. I thought I could count on you to help me with that…but that doesn't mean that Daryl isn't going to be a big part of its life. If he's raising the baby with me…if he chooses to do that…then he's going to be a father figure to the baby."

"And Tyreese would want that too," Michonne offered. "Sasha…you know that Tyreese would want Carol to be happy and he would want the baby to be happy. And if Daryl does that…then what are we still here discussing this for?"

Carol sighed and got up from the chair. She dropped the sucker stick that she'd cleaned off during the time that had passed on the arm of the chair to pick it up later and crossed the room, reaching a hand out and catching Sasha's rigid shoulder. She turned the woman toward her, against her will at first, and then Sasha loosened up a little.

"Sasha…I loved your brother," Carol said. "I did…I loved him and I am thankful for everything he did for me. I am thankful for the time that we had…and I'm…happy…about this baby. And if Ty were still here then I know that this wouldn't even be a question, but he's not here."

Sasha looked away from her for a moment and Carol could tell that the woman was still dealing with her grief and she still wore it just below the surface. It was threatening to bubble out in more than one form almost constantly.

"I know that you're upset about this," Carol said, "and you have every right to feel however you feel. I'm not going to try to change that…but it's my life and it's my baby. If something were to happen to Bob and you fell in love with someone else…wouldn't you want me…and Michonne…and everyone else to support you?"

"Things happen," Michonne offered. "And they happen fast. We all know these days what happens when you…wait too long."

Sasha sighed and nodded. She scratched at her forehead and then reached to pick up the sack that Carol had packed for her, tossing it over her shoulder before she reached to hug Carol with one arm.

"You're right," Sasha said. "It's not my place to tell you if what you're doing is…wrong…or if it's right."

Carol smiled at the woman. She understood that Sasha was essentially saying that she still thought it was wrong, but she wasn't going to argue any more about it. It was the equivalent of telling someone that they were wrong and they were doing something bad…but that they were grown and you weren't going to stand in the way of them doing whatever it was, although you disapproved.

And at the moment, Carol would take that. It was really all she could ask for because she wasn't entirely comfortable herself yet.

"Thank you," Carol said. "I appreciate you supporting me…I really do."

"I just…need a little time to get used to it all," Sasha said. "The whole thing."

Carol nodded.

"I understand…there's a lot for me to get used to too," she responded.

Sasha offered her something of a smile and started out the house with the sack over her shoulder. Michonne got up from the couch when Carol turned back from closing the door behind Sasha.

"You want to talk about it?" Michonne asked.

Carol shook her head.

"There's nothing to talk about," Carol said. "She's got to adjust…and right now she's grieving and she's hurt…she'll get over it."

Michonne hummed her agreement.

"You want me to stay?" Michonne asked.

Carol shook her head.

"No," she said. "I think…I'd like to take a nap…and I've still got some things to put away."

"Maybe tomorrow we could go down to post? Let you pick out some of your furniture for the baby?" Michonne asked.

Carol sucked in a breath.

"Yeah," she said with a sigh. "We can go and look…I might wait until after the run…you know they were going to bring back all kinds of things…they might bring back something I like more…"

Michonne smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, OK," she said. "Maybe we'll just look then…tomorrow or…whenever you're ready."

Carol thanked her and practically pushed her out of the door, relieved, actually, to be alone for a bit and to have the opportunity to come down from the discussion that had waged on far too long, in her opinion, with Sasha.