A/N: Sorry for the late update! But I gave myself a break over xmas and boxing day. So this is the first episode of season 5 because remember the story is from Pol's perspective. In case you guys didn't know episode 15 is about Glenn finding Maggie with Tara, Abraham and Rosita and 16 is about the claimers attacking Rick, Michonne and Carl and finding Daryl. The end result of season 4, with all of them stuck together in the crate in Terminus.

Since my work hours are changing, the update day is now Friday. So consider this your early Friday update. Got a nice long chapter for you guys! You've stuck with me through this story for a whole year and I think you've earned this chapter finally. I hope you are all ready!

Thank you to the people who follow and favourite: elljayde, Resonante and msfree42010! And to my faithful reviewers who have been here from the start, time to reap the rewards of your patience!

Ryane: Thank you! We got a bit of Terminus, bit of action and bit of reunion. Hope you're happy with the results!

RebornRose1992: Oof I know! I watched that episode as I wrote the chapter for script purposes, it is hard! Oh I'm glad I managed to write well enough to make you tear up! That was my aim.

Gracie Miserables: Thank you! It was one of the chapters I was confident I wrote quite well and I was pleased with the pacing. haha, you know I wouldn't do that to my main girl Pol!

Purplepecky: Hope this one makes up for it!

- Angels and Douchebags.

At Terminus

"They're fucking with the wrong people."

Rick sharpened the chain repeatedly in the splinter of the wooden structure. The group was beyond exhausted, alone in the dark not knowing what their fate would involve. But they were never defenceless. Belt buckles were broken and sharpened to be used as weapons. Shoelaces were removed and tightened around hands which could easily be used to strangle.

The leader looked over at the rest of his group, working hard to ensure they were prepared for whatever lay beyond that door. He looked over at his son, busy working his belt into a weapon and his mind drifted back to the recent events.

The acknowledgement that his son was almost raped was too much to admit. Rick was bashing himself for not being more careful, for being too relaxed talking to Michonne. They should have had better defences, been more alert of their surroundings. He did what he needed to do: he knew the frightened look on Carl's face would not go any time soon, but as far as he was concerned his son was alive. They were alive, for now.

Rick didn't regret his actions at all. Those animals deserved what they got. But that was in the past, they were more concerned with the present. And what fate had in store for them.

They couldn't recall how long they had been in the crate for. The archer poised at the door, trying to look through the cracks of light. Radio static and the chattering of men passing through every now and then.

"Alright, got four of them pricks coming our way." Daryl warned as the rest of the group stopped.

The group was up off the ground instantly, both old and new members gathered around the leader.

"Y'all know what to do. Go for their eyes, then their throats." He said calmly.

One thing he was glad for was that Carol, Tyreese and Pol had hopefully escaped the fate of Terminus. He had just hoped, they didn't fall prey to the signs either but there was no guarantee even they were alive. The group were poised with their minimal weapons ready.

"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now." The man shouted from outside.

There was clattering on the roof, when a metal grate slid open from above, shining a bright light onto them and a cylindrical can dropped onto the ground.

"Move!" Abraham shouted.

A white gas filled the air and the entire room was engulfed in a cloud of smoke. The group were dragged outside and shoved harshly onto the ground.

A gas mask was dropped in front of Rick, who looked up as a man stomped his foot into his face. Then all went dark.

...

"Okay, okay. Did you guys ever watch Doctor Who?" I glanced at Tyreese and Carol, holding Judith in my arms. They both gave me blank looks and shook their heads at me.

"What?!" I said incredulously. "You're kidding right." I chuckled.

"Wasn't that a British thing?" Tyreese asked.

"Yeah, but it was big in the states too!" I defended.

"That Sci-fi stuff, not really my thing." Carol shrugged.

I jumped in between the rail tracks and began walking beside Carol, whilst Tyreese strapped the rifle around his shoulders. We had been on the road for a few days now, food was getting pretty scarce. We did however have a lot of pecans to eat, which was good considering it was high in protein.

"Oh come on though, they had some pretty cool monsters. Daleks, Cybermen. Ooh and the Weeping Angels!" I shuddered, remembering how they used to freak me out.

"Weeping Angels? What the hell is that?" Tyreese glanced back at us.

"They were these creatures that lived as stone statues shaped like angels. And when you weren't looking or if you even blinked they would move so fast and kill you." I explained.

"Oh nice." Carol said sarcastically.

"They actually casted a new Doctor Who, just before this whole shitstorm blew. Matt Smith. But I was still sad over David Tennant." I sighed.

"Oh I know him. He was that good looking guy." Carol smiled slightly.

"Yes Carol!" I applauded, grinning at her.

"He was the sexy Doctor." I nodded.

"He's probably a Walker now." Tyreese shrugged eating a pecan as Carol and I both looked affronted.

"What a thing to be sad about huh? Changing the cast for a TV show. And now look where we are, there are things so much worse." I said grimly, bouncing Judith in my arms.

It had been a few days since the incident with Mika and Lizzie. I didn't think I would ever forget what happened at that house. So much trauma and memory, we were right to leave. We were also approaching Terminus soon, hadn't seen any of the new signs up yet.

"We're close. I'm gonna get you guys there, make sure you're safe." Carol stopped, as a map for Terminus came up. Judith babbled in my arms restlessly as I shifted her to my other shoulder.

"But I won't stay." Carol said decidedly.

"Carol," I started.

Despite the fact Tyreese had forgiven her for killing Karen and David, Carol had not forgiven herself. And all her best efforts to co-exist with him, well it seemed to be the guilt was too heavy for her. Or for some twisted reason, she believed she had a better shot out there.

Before I could talk any further, growling came from the woods. A walker stumbled out, drawn by the noise of our talking. Tyreese shifted uncomfortably on his feet, looking at Carol helplessly.

"I can't. Not yet." He said.

"You're gonna have to be able to." Carol said firmly as she knocked the walker over, stabbing the knife into the base of it's neck. She bent over the walker for a while, as the noise of more snarling drew our attention to the woods beyond the tracks.

All of a sudden, dozens upon dozens of walkers began emerging from the treeline at an alarmingly increased rate.

"More." Carol whispered worriedly.

We stepped off from the tracks as I held Judith's head and onto the woods on the other side. We knelt down behind a large twisted root of the tree, hoping the walkers would clear off. They crawled their rotted corpses across the tracks, making their way to our hiding spot.

We heard distant gunshots, rapid machine fire in the direction of Terminus. The walkers now distracted, began walking along the tracks, snarling and snapping their teeth as they went.

"They're heading for Terminus." I whispered as the gunshots continued.

"It has to be?" I looked at Carol and Tyreese.

Once the walkers cleared we came back on the track, the woods now eerily silent.

"That gunfire, that had to be from Terminus." Tyreese said. Judith began whimpering in my arms, she started crying as I rocked her.

"Sshh Judith. It's okay." I rubbed her head and back soothingly.

"Someone was attacking them. Or they were attacking someone." Carol suggested.

"Do we even wanna find out?" Tyreese asked.

"I'm with him on this one. I know I advocated for going there, but my gut instinct tells me something's wrong." I couldn't shake the unsettled feeling in my stomach.

"Yeah we do. There's another track due east, we can go from there. We'll be real careful. We can get answers." Carol looked at all of us as I reluctantly nodded.

I trusted Carol's tracking skills, she knew her way around and she had been under Daryl's tutelage. We could always go back if we knew it was going to be unsafe.

"Okay, but one sign of trouble." I said as the two of them agreed.

We continued walking along the tracks, our spirits and mood significantly dampened after the discovery that Terminus wouldn't be safe. We came to a fork in the tracks, after a few hours which I assumed was our Eastern track. Following it we continued walking along the tracks, Judith becoming more irritable and tired.

"She's asleep!" I exclaimed victoriously as her head lolled on my shoulder.

"Zip her into my backpack." I moved the backpack to my chest, so I could keep an eye on her.

Having Judith at the front just added more weight, and walking required more exertion but at least this way I had my hands free to reach for my machete or my colt if we needed to.

"Wait." Carol stopped walking and tilted her ear towards the woods.

"Do you hear that?" She said quietly. I peered into the thick undergrowth of trees, listening carefully. I shook my head as she gestured for us to follow. We walked quietly and light-footed, the only noise coming from the occasional snapping of branches, until another clearing came into view.

We came to the back side of a cabin, situated on a road. This cabin was small and worn down, but then I saw him. There was a man speaking over the radio to someone as he laid what looked like a firework on the ground.

Carol signalled me as I moved Judith to my back and walked around the cabin, pulling my colt out. I scouted the woods around for any more people, but found none. I joined the other two behind the cabin where we could hear what the man was saying.

"See, I knew the chick with the sword was bad news. Bitch looked like a weapon, with a weapon." The man drawled.

I frowned at the mention of my best friend. Michonne? My heart began to beat faster at the thought that she was alive. And if she was, there was a strong possibility the others were too. But that meant they were being held captive.

We couldn't make out how the woman responded to him over the radio. We edged even closer, our backs against the side of the cabin as Tyreese drew his knife and Carol drew her gun nodding at us.

We moved out from the cabin quickly as I aimed my colt for the man's head, taking the safety off with my finger over the trigger.

"Yeah, I told Albert I want the kid's hat after they bleed him out." My eyes widened in horror at the man's words as he also froze in position.

Terminus had been a lie.

"Take your finger off the button. And drop it." I said calmly as Carol held Judith protectively. The man dropped the radio, his back still towards us as he kept his hands up.

"They're only doing eight before public face." A woman's voice came over the radio.

Holy fuck. They were killing people. They were luring people to their deaths at Terminus. It had all been a lie. But why?

"Listen y'all don't have to do this. Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone's welcome." The man said calmly.

"Shut up man." Tyreese said venomously.

"How many times have you fed that line of bullshit." I pressed the colt barrel of the colt against his neck. I would not hesitate to kill him, if they had harmed anyone.

"We're friends of the chick with the sword and the kid in the hat." Carol informed him.

We had made sure the cabin was clear and tied the man's hands and feet together as he sat against the wall, calm and unfazed.

The cabin was small and disorganised. A wooden table with a chair in one corner, there was broken pieces of furniture, old belongings. Remnants of someone else's lives.

"They attacked us. We're just holding them." The man reasoned.

"I don't believe." Carol beginning looking through the duffle bag he had left on the table.

"Who else do you have?" I asked, moving closer to him my hand over the gun in my holster.

"What are their names?" Tyreese asked, holding Judith.

"We just have the boy and the samurai, that's it. We were just protectin' ourselves." he said defensively.

"I don't believe you." Carol sounded out.

"There's a bunch of us out there, in six different directions. There was a lot of gunfire back home. We need to set off our charges all at the same time to confuse the dead ones away. That's good for you, too." He continued speaking.

I walked over to Carol, inspecting the contents of the bag. There were a few flares, fireworks, semi automatic weapons and a few radios.

"No it isn't. There's a herd heading towards Terminus right now. We don't wanna confuse them away, we need their help." Carol held a blanket in her hands. I glanced at her in confusion as she held the sniper rifle on her shoulder.

"It's a compound. They'll see you coming, if you even make it that far with all the cold bodies heading over." The man said.

Carol ignored him and began heading for the door.

"Please tell me, you don't intend to go there yourself." I zipped up my leather jacket, intending to go with her.

"Carol." Tyreese stopped her.

"How you gonna do this?"

"I'm gonna kill people." Carol walked out of the cabin. I shared an anxious look with Tyreese before meeting her outside.

"You can't do this by yourself. I'm coming. You can't stop me." I said firmly.

"You're right, I can't stop you. But Tyreese needs you there. You need to protect them." Carol said simply.

"Tyreese can handle the guy, he's tied up. And if any walkers come," I defended.

"You don't get what I'm saying. You need to protect them, by doing what's necessary. Killing that guy. He will pose a threat, and when he does Tyreese won't be able to. But I trust you'll do what's necessary. Which is why you need to be here." Carol placed a hand on my shoulder, pleading.

I pondered in thought for a moment. What she said made sense, I knew she was right. Both Tyreese and Judith would be at risk.

"I know you're a badass motherfucker, but how are you going to attack the compound and bring Michonne and Carl back by yourself?!" I asked incredulously.

"I got help." She gave me a sly smile.

"Carol." I whined.

"I'll bring them back. I might end up bringing more than just those too back." Carol said confidently.

"Promise me you'll bring yourself back too." I pleaded.

"I promise." Carol wrapped me in a hug as I held onto her shoulders tightly, not letting her go.

"Stay safe." I released her, feeling sad she was leaving. I just hoped they were all safe.

...

"She'll be okay." I tucked Judith into the crate and blankets in the cabin. Judith cooed happily and snuggled in, comfortable.

"She's Carol, she's a survivor." Tyreese tried to reassure me, but I could see the doubt in his eyes.

"She got a name?" Urgh. I forgot he was here. We both ignored him, but his voice had become more irksome and pestering as time clicked by.

"Hey, she got a name?" He asked again.

"Judith." Tyreese spoke.

"She your daughter or something?" He asked.

"What part of shut up did you not understand?" I turned around to glare at him.

"Just making conversation darlin'." He shrugged. I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to tie a gag around his mouth.

"She's a friend." Tyreese's calm tone was getting on my nerves.

"Huh. I don't have any friends. I mean, I know people. They're just assholes I stay alive with." His voice was grating on my ears.

"That other woman, she your friend? Or maybe your mom?" I turned around, looking incredulous that he was still talking.

"I used to have them, used to watch football on sundays. Went to church." He laughed.

"What's your name?" I asked suddenly.

"Martin." he replied, surprised by the question.

"Martin, shut the fuck up." I sighed pulling out my CD player from the bag.

"Tell me if you need help with Judy. Or when he finally shuts up." I glanced at the man, causing Tyreese to smile slightly.

I put the headphones on and pulled the volume up high, sitting on the ground against the wall. I could no longer hear him talk, but his lips were still moving. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to relax. Trying to not worry about Carol or anyone else.

I snapped out my reverie, seeing Tyreese standing up over the man and paused the music.

"Take her, take the car. And go!" Martin emphasised.

"What bullshit are you spewing now?" I spoke to Martin. I leaned over Judith, whose eyes fluttered closed.

"You guys are sitting here, me alive and tied up. For what reason? You ain't gonna kill me. You're gonna die today, and your baby's gonna die today." Martin said calmly.

I pulled the machete out and stood up, marching over to the man. He didn't flinch, but I detected the flicker of fear in his eyes as the cold blade touched his neck.

"Pol." Tyreese said warningly.

"Are you threatening, the baby?" I whispered into his ear, putting more pressure on the knife.

"Come on man, you're threatening to kill a baby." I leaned in front of him as he gulped.

"I have no qualms about killing you. He may do." I gestured back to Tyreese.

"But I don't. So if you seriously don't shut up. I'll slit your damn neck." I brought knife up to his chin. I pressed the blade deeply, until a small cut appeared, he was bleeding.

The man winced and pressed his fingers to his neck, seeing red.

"Got that?" I checked as he nodded.

"Good." I left the man and sat down against the wall on the opposite side.

"What was that about?" Tyreese whispered, looking annoyed.

"He threatened you and Judith. I'm not gonna let that slide, this way we might actually get some peace and quiet." I looked over venomously at Martin who chose not to look at me.

"I'm gonna go check around. Need to get away from that prick." I sighed, feeling my anger subsiding.

"Good idea." Tyreese agreed patting me on the shoulder.

I gave Martin one last look over my shoulder, checking his restraints were suitably tight and left the cabin.

I stretched my arms and legs, holding the rifle I kept it by my side and walked off into the woods. After fifteen minutes of searching, there were no more people around but some walkers began to emerge from the woods. I pushed the rifle back and pulled out my machete killing a few.

I came back out into the clearing finding the cabin, when suddenly I heard a loud explosion. There was a thick column of dark grey smoke rising in the air, with flecks of orange being spewn out.

Carol. She had taken the fireworks and explosives from the duffle bag. I prayed she knew what she was doing. In a stroke of bad luck, the walkers began to emerge from the woods. I slashed my knife into their heads and chests stopping them from reaching me.

I walked towards the door of cabin, Judith began wailing loudly as I sighed. I walked into the cabin seeing Martin's hands arounds Judith's heads. His arms and legs were still tied but he had manage to crawl over to the crate whilst Tyreese wasn't looking. It had to be the explosion.

I pulled the rifle up and immediately aimed it for his head. Tyreese looked helpless standing with wide eyes looking at the man. One false move and he could easily snap her neck.

"Stop. Move your hands away." I said aiming for his head. My words came out calmly, but I was a bundle of fear for Judith who was now at the mercy of this man.

"Put your weapons on the ground now." Martin said calmly.

I jumped slightly as a walker pressed itself against the window, snarling and snapping it's jaw, drawn by the sound of Judith crying.

"Kick them over right now. Right now!" He screamed.

I reluctantly lowered the rifle, removing my colt and machete I slid them over to the ground. Tyreese followed my actions, removing his knife and pistol. I glanced back as another walker was against the window, and the wooden door of the cabin began to bang.

"Please, let her go." I said gently, my hear breaking as Judith cried.

"Please. Don't hurt her." Tyreese said calmly.

"Go outside." The man spat.

"Go outside!" He emphasised as I looked at him in horror.

We kept our hands up in surrender, not moving.

"Just one twist man. Don't make me!" He shouted.

I felt tears springing to me eyes, not believing how this situation had gotten so out of control.

"Go outside." He ordered lowly again. We nodded and opened the door, facing the walkers outside.

They immediately jumped onto Tyreese, we pushed them down as Tyreese used his force to stamp their necks, staining the cabin wood with blood. Once we took care of the walkers, Tyreese barged through the door and pushed the radio out Martin's hands, pressing the knife against his neck.

I immediately went for Judith and picked her up, pressing her to my neck. Her face was stained with tears, her wide eyes were fearful as she whimpered and nuzzled into my neck.

"It's okay baby girl." I rocked her pressing her to me.

"He can't hurt you." I whispered, kissing her forehead gratefully.

I looked down at Tyreese with his knife pressed against the man's neck.

"Yeah, that's how it works." Martin taunted him.

"I won't." Tyreese punched him in the face.

"I won't! I won't!" He repeated as he continued to clobber him, his face becoming more and more bloody. Eventually he stopped moving, as Tyreese's hands were shaking he looked at me fearfully.

I wrapped my arms around the big man, careful not to squash Judith. He hugged me back, burying his head into my shoulder, crying.

...

I walked out of the small cabin, holding Judith in my arms tired from the whole ordeal with Martin from Terminus. Tyreese was in tow as we looked out into our surroundings wondering when Carol would be back.

"Let me take her." Tyreese took Judith from my arms as the baby remained calm and happy. I squinted into the unrelenting sunlight, trying to spot the woman.

"Where did she say she was going?" He asked.

"She wanted to check out that large fenced compound from earlier. I told her it wasn't worth it though, whoever they were they had supplies and resources. We should leave them alone." I emphasised feeling worried.

"Carol can handle herself." Tyreese said decidedly.

"Yeah." I agreed but that didn't mean I didn't worry about her.

"Wait, that looks like her now." In the distance I spotted Carol marching across the road.

"Are those more people with her?" Tyreese asked.

My eyes focused on the group behind her. No. There's no way, my mouth hung open in shock at all the members behind her.

But I didn't have a chance to speak, I was already running towards the newcomers, faces I knew all to well. My family, the ones I loved and the ones I believed to be dead.

One in particular also spotted me. It was him. My eyes met his as his face also wore a surprised expression in realisation.

He dropped a heavy duffle bag and his face erupted into a large smile, also running towards me. The distance between us was excruciating, it felt like a large canyon I had to cross before I could reach him.

My heart was racing, it was exhilarating and I was bursting with happiness and wonder and surprise. I ran straight into Rick Grimes, tackling him onto the hard ground.

Rick landed on his back in a thud, me on top of him. I launched my arms around his shoulders, helping him to a sitting position.

I held him close for all I was worth, taking in his broad shoulders, my face buried in his chest, tears streaming down my face. His own arms were wrapped tightly around my torso holding me to him on the ground.

I pulled apart, breathless and happy to see him alive. I held his gaze. His beard had become more scruffy and his hair was curly and getting longer. He was thinner but his brilliant blue eyes held the same beautiful expression.

"Rick, I'm so happy to-"

But I didn't even have the chance to finish. Rick pulled me by my shoulders against him and his lips were pressed against mine in a long overdue kiss.

They were warm and soft as I melted into his touch, relishing the feeling. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair. His lips were full of passion and longing, he finally let go as we pulled apart feeling completely breathless.

"Hi." Rick smiled slightly.

"Hi, your beard is itchy." I grinned sheepishly, scratching my chin.

As if to prove a point he left me breathless again, in another desperate kiss.

"I missed you." Rick's hands touched the side of my face as I felt my stomach flutter from his touch.

"I can tell." My smile widened even further.

"I missed you too." We held each other just content in ourselves.

"You don't have a razor by any chance do you?" I tugged the long hairs on his beard gently.

"Strangely enough I didn't find anything." There was a smirk playing on his lips. His expression turned serious for a minute as his eyes flitted across every inch of my face.

"Pol. I love you." Rick pushed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.

I pulled apart slightly as my eyes widened in shock.

"What?" I stuttered in surprise.

"I've made mistakes, and I know that. It's okay if you don't. God knows I pushed you away, so I understand if you don't feel the sam-"

I pushed my lips against his, with newfound confidence, effectively shutting him up.

"Finally! It was about time!" I could hear Sasha's voice as I resisted the urge to smirk.

"I love you too, you idiot." I smiled at him.

"You do?" Rick checked, his voice so unsure.

"Well I don't usually greet my friends like that." I chuckled.

"Jeez it's not like the rest of us are alive back here!" I could hear Glenn's voice.

"Come on Grimes, let's go meet your daughter." Rick looked in shock then back down to the group where Tyreese was holding Judith.

We turned around back to the cabin, seeing a number of different faces. Both old and new. I jumped up from the ground and ran over to them.

"Yeah Glenn, but you're no Rick." Maggie smirked. I scratched the back of my neck and my cheeks were all flushed feeling embarrassed by the open display of affection.

I took it in turns embracing every single one of them, glad they were alive.

"Michonne." I yanked the warrior woman towards me, forcing her into a hug. I could feel her shaking slightly and I knew she was crying.

I hugged Sasha and Bob, Beth and Maggie. There were four new faces in the group who introduced themselves. Apparently the man named Eugene had a cure for all this, he was supposed to get to Washington. But at that moment I didn't care. Just seeing them all alive was enough. There was a couple, Abraham and Rosita and another girl. I recognised her from the prison, part of the Governor's group.

My eyes narrowed at her slightly, wondering what the hell her game was. I began walking towards her as Glenn stopped me.

"She saved my life." Glenn said.

"This is Tara." He said loudly as the woman looked alarmed but smiled nonetheless. I walked up to her and stuck my hand out, giving her a small smile.

"Pol." I introduced myself softening my gaze. She took one look at my hand and held out her own, forming a fist. I grinned at her, returning her fist bump.

"Anyone who saves Glenn's life is a friend of mine, regardless of their past." I said kindly, seeing the guilt in her eyes.

"Glenn, come here pizza boy." He rolled his eyes at the nickname but smiled nonetheless, giving me a hug.

"Dixon." I stood in front of a scruffy haired Daryl, who didn't hesitate into wrapping me up into a passionate hug. I rested my head on his shoulders rubbing his back.

"I didn't know if I'd see any of you again." I whispered overcome with emotion.

"We're here now." His gruff voice reassured as I pulled back from him.

"Oh my god, Carl you've grown." I stood in front of the boy who was a lot taller than me and was gazing at me with a funny expression. I followed his eyes back to his father who was walking over to us.

"Oh." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I looked uncomfortably at Carl. The rest of the group picked up on the discomfort between us as they shuffled awkwardly.

He seemed dazed and looked put out for a moment, but then he shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Yeah I guess I have grown." He shrugged with a smile.

"Hope you're not too grown for a hug?"

In answer to my question he hugged me tightly. He gave me a look that I knew meant we would have a conversation later on. I caught a look at the silver chain around his neck, Carl glanced down and smiled pulling the necklace out.

"I can't believe you still have that." I bit my lip fondly, looking at the Ursa Minor necklace.

"You said to keep it, I knew we'd find you again." Carl grinned as I reached up to ruffle the hair under his hat affectionately. Carl ducked away from my hands backing up.

"You brought them back you brilliant woman." I wrapped my arms around Carol in a tight embrace as she stroked my hair soothingly. I pulled apart from her smiling.

I looked around at the group, my family until my eyes settled on Rick.

I smiled at the sight he was cradling Judith in his arms, kissing her and reunited with his family. His eyes met mine again, full of promise and hope.

I looked around at all the people in our group. I'm grateful to the apocalypse for one thing. We were all strangers shoved together by circumstance.

But we were so much more than that now. This was family. And we were home.

A/N: And they lived happily ever after. the end. Totally kidding of course. Did anyone catch the super obvious doctor who references? xD And that iconic last line of season 4! Whole lot of shit to go down! But welcome to a new era of this story!