When Daryl finally shuffled back into the cell after watch, he was exhausted. Nothing had happened on watch, which was a good thing, but it also meant that the hours drug on. Glenn had fallen asleep a few times, and Daryl had let him sleep. He knew the boy had been sick and he probably needed the rest. It wasn't like he was really doing anything anyway.

Daryl had read far more of the book that Alice gave him than he'd intended, though he'd kept his notebook tucked in his hunting bag. The pictures in the book that he had looked at were weird, and that was the best that he could use to describe them. The drawings that the book had made him think Alice was right. The baby looked like an alien or something. He was having a hard time thinking that little alien looking baby was inside of Carol and that one day it was going to come out and look like an honest to goodness kid.

Daryl slid his bag under the bed, noticing that Carol had left the lamp on for him. He rubbed his eyes and stripped out of his clothes until he was down to underwear. The chill in the cell brought goose bumps to his skin almost immediately and he rushed to crawl over Carol and slide under the blanket.

He was so tired that he almost didn't notice, until he was under the blanket and moved to pull Carol to him, that she wasn't asleep. She was just lying on her side, staring off. If she hadn't sniffled a little, he wouldn't have paid it any attention.

"Ya ain't sleepin'?" He asked.

"Can we let those new people out of those cells?" Carol asked.

Daryl was confused for a moment. He had no idea why it was a couple of hours from sun up and Carol was sniffling in their cell and thinking about the new people whose names he hadn't even learned.

"I'll talk to Rick in the mornin'," he said.

Carol started to pull away from him and he tried to pull her back, but she pried his hands off of her.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she protested when he grabbed at her. When she sat on the edge of the bed Daryl could tell that she was tired. Apparently she hadn't spent much of the night sleeping if any.

"I'll go with ya," Daryl said, starting to sit up.

"No," she said. "I can pee on my own. I'll be back."

Carol got up and Daryl watched her leave the cell. He sat, waiting for her return, and wondering if there was going to be any sleep for either of them.

When she finally did come back, it was evident to Daryl that she'd been crying, though she had it under control now. Her eyes and nose were red, though, and she kind of looked lost when she first came into the cell. Daryl shifted his weight in the bed and sat up a little.

"Ya OK?" He asked. He hoped the fever wasn't back. He thought they'd done a good job of cleaning the place out, but it was always possible that they'd missed something.

"You know those people are scared," Carol said. "Their group got attacked, Daryl. They ran into y'all and now they're locked in prison cells. One of their people died here, Daryl. They're probably terrified." She started wiping at her eyes again and Daryl realized this was something that was really bothering her.

"Come 'ere," he said. "It's cold in here, get under the cover an' tomorrow we'll let 'em out. If we let 'em out right now we'd just be wakin' 'em up ta tell 'em they could go back ta sleep with the doors open."

Carol nodded and came back to bed. Daryl pulled her close against him, leaning over and extinguishing the lamp. She was shivering a little, and Daryl pulled her as tight to him as he could get her, wrapping both his arms and legs around her.

"It's a horrible thing to be scared," Carol said. "We have no right to do that to anyone."

Daryl squeezed her a little more.

"We ain't had much choice. We don't know who the hell we dealin' with an' we gotta keep us safe first. We worry 'bout everyone else later. We gon' see about lettin' 'em out, though. Right now, Carol, ya gotta get some sleep. I'm dog tired an' I know ya is too," Daryl said.

Daryl closed his eyes, his head swimming a little with the overwhelming desire to sleep. Carol was curled into him, her face against his neck, and he could feel her breath tickling him a little. She was soft and warm and comfortable. All words that Daryl suddenly realized he'd never exactly needed to describe anything in his life before. He could feel her, pressed against him, and he could feel where the small bulge that was supposed to be their kid pressed into his body. She must have warmed up too, because she stopped shivering and it wasn't long until they both fell asleep.

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When Carol woke up, she knew they'd slept longer than either of them intended. She felt too rested to have slept only the few hours that would have been left after Daryl's watch was over. Daryl was still asleep, curled around her, and she lie still for a few minutes, enjoying the security that came with being almost buried underneath him. She was hot, and it was super easy to breathe, but she still felt more comfortable there than she could have explained if someone had asked her to do so.

She shifted a little. She could feel the now familiar fluttering in her abdomen and she knew she wasn't the only one awake in the cell now. She smiled and kissed Daryl's collarbone, wondering if she should try to slide out without waking him or go ahead and break it to him that they had things that had to be done.

Outside of the cell she could hear the evidence that the prison was already alive. Somewhere Judith's howling echoed and she knew that Rick was trying to quiet the girl. She felt strange, realizing that if Alice was correct, she'd have her own little one to quiet down in less than six months. She wondered how Daryl was going to deal with that. He was being so good about everything, but sometimes she wondered how much of it he just took on the day to day and didn't think about in great detail.

She knew that Alice had given him some kind of pregnancy book, he'd taken it on watch with him, but she couldn't imagine Daryl actually reading it. It just didn't quite seem like something that Daryl would do.

Focusing on things so much made Carol realize she had to pee again, and she pushed at Daryl a little, waking him. He hated to wake up in the morning. Getting him to wake up was about the same as trying to wake a child up. He always did it slowly and tried to convince her, before he was fully awake, that they could go back to sleep and there was no need to move.

"Daryl, wake up," she said, suddenly feeling more trapped than she had before. He mumbled. "Daryl, you've got to move, I've got to get up."

When she realized he was coming around, blinking at her, she chuckled at him a little.

"Sleepy head," she said, "we've already overslept and I've got to pee."

"What time is it?" Daryl asked.

"I don't know," Carol said. "I know it's time for me to get up now. Why don't you get up and go find Rick? Ask him about letting those people out?"

Daryl grumbled a little but finally shifted his weight and Carol freed herself, scrambling out of the bed as quickly as she could and started dressing. She shivered a little and decided that something a little warmer than what she'd been wearing might be in order for the day.

"You get up," she said, "and go find Rick and I'm going to find Alice."

Daryl sat up a little then, obviously coming around.

"Ya OK? What'cha need her for?" He asked.

"I'm fine," Carol said, chasing her shoe around with her foot while trying to concentrate on not wetting herself. "I'm going to see about your honeymoon. Go find Rick." She commanded the last part and didn't turn back to see if Daryl was done transforming into a human. She rushed out of the cell and toward the bathroom, hoping that she didn't run into anybody and wasn't forced to perform the I'll get out of your way if you'll get out of mine dance because she wasn't sure she'd make it through this round gracefully.

When Carol was on her way back through the prison, and moving with a little less determination, she slipped into the common room to see if there was anything left from the breakfast that they'd obviously missed. She found Hershel sitting at the table with Judith in his lap and Alice was sitting near him, jotting things down on a piece of paper. Both of them looked at Carol when she walked in.

"Morning Mama!" Alice announced. Carol stopped a minute. Something was different about Alice and it took her a second to put her finger on it. She realized, then, that Alice's once long hair, was now cropped short and stuck out everywhere in varying lengths.

"What happened to your hair?" Carol asked.

Alice ran her hand through her hair.

"I cut it. There's a bowl of oatmeal and some honey over there, you should probably eat it before it turns to cement," Alice said.

Carol found the bowl and came around, sitting in front of Alice at the table. Hershel sat near her, but didn't say anything.

"Alice did you do that on purpose?" Carol asked.

"Why?" Alice asked. "Yes I did it on purpose. People don't usually cut their hair by accident, do they? Mel!" Alice called. A few minutes later, Melodye appeared carrying a diaper and a bottle for Judith.

"What?" She asked, passing the bottle to Hershel.

"You said it didn't look bad!" Alice said.

Melodye looked at her and then looked at Carol, smiling. She walked over and ruffled Alice's chopped up hair.

"I said that you looked beautiful, Al," Melodye said. "I didn't say a thing about your hair."

"Fuckin' great," Alice said. Melodye laughed and ruffled her hair again, circling around to sit near Hershel and take Judith.

"It's not that bad," Carol said. "I could fix it for you, once I finish this gourmet breakfast."

Alice looked at her, but Carol could tell that it was one that meant she'd appreciate the help.

"I wanted to ask you something," Carol said, choking down some more of the overly sticky oatmeal.

"Shoot," Alice said.

"I wondered if you think the fever's gone, and if any of what we had is contagious…" Carol said.

Alice shook her head.

"It's not contagious. He who consumed the mold, got the crud. As for the fever, I imagine it's gone, but I can take your temperature to find out," Alice said.

"Good," Carol said. "It's just that Daryl and I…" she glanced around and realized that no one there would freak out or anything, though Hershel might not exactly think their wedding was as official as it could be, "got married…and I sort of…well I don't want Daryl to get sick."

Carol realized she was blushing and there was nothing that she could do about it. For some reason she wouldn't have minded saying anything in front of Alice or Melodye, but talking about her honeymoon in front of Hershel brought the blood to her cheeks. Her mortification was apparently very obvious because Hershel chuckled.

"Carol Ann," Hershel said, "you're about as red as a Christmas ornament right now."

Alice cackled too, apparently feeling better about the butcher job that she did to her hair.

"Are you asking me if you can have sex with Daryl now that you're married?" Alice asked. "The answer is yes, and no he's not going to be sick."

Carol didn't consider herself one to be too easily embarrassed, but that wasn't the truth at the moment. She was glad that Daryl wasn't there because she was sure that he wouldn't be able to take it.

"Honey there's no reason to look so upset," Hershel said after a moment. "I, for one, kind of figured out what was going on…and it was even before you turned up to tell me you were expecting. There's nothing wrong with having a healthy relationship with your husband. And congratulations, by the way, on deciding to get married."

Carol nodded, trying to come down from her embarrassment.

"So you want a honeymoon? Am I right?" Alice asked.

Carol shrugged. She'd eaten about all she was going to eat, but she liked having the bowl of oatmeal in front of her to keep picking at it. It gave her an excuse not to meet the eyes of any of the people that were staring at her right now.

"Honeymoons just happen to be our specialty here at Le Prison Travel Agency," Alice said. Carol shot her a look. "Melodye, what packages do we have available for the young couple hoping to celebrate their nuptials in style?"

Carol couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the entire situation.

"Well, it depends on how much they're looking to spend," Melodye said.

"Oh, Mel! Honeymoons are a once in a lifetime experience, and I hear they were thrifty with the wedding, and they don't have to sink tons of money into contraceptives, so all the money goes into the honeymoon. Spare no expense." Alice said.

"You're being an ass," Carol said, giggling at Alice.

"I'm not! Now we're going to do this thing right! You just book your trip and leave the rest to us," Alice said.

Hershel pulled himself up and hobbled away from the table, chuckling.

"Women, babies, honeymoons…it's time for an old man like me to go for a walk," he said. "I don't think I can handle all of this, but you ladies have fun. Alice, if you think of anything else, just put it on the list for Glenn and Maggie when they're ready to go back out."

Hershel disappeared and Carol realized she was at the hands of Alice and Melodye.

"What about the library?" Melodye asked.

Alice shook her head.

"Beautiful location, but the dust mites are ridiculous and as this one's part time physician I have to say no. You don't want them run out of their honeymoon because of nosebleeds," Alice said. "It just isn't romantic to choke on your own blood."

Carol shuddered.

"I agree," she said.

"Guard tower doesn't offer much privacy," Alice said, turning the pen around in her hands.

"What about the extra office over in D block?" Melodye asked.

Alice smiled at Carol.

"You, my dear, are onto something," Alice said. "Now of course the deluxe package, which is the only one we're offering at this time, comes with accommodations and breakfast and dinner will be provided by room service."

Alice sat daydreaming a minute and then her face lit up. Carol wasn't sure she was entirely comfortable with the expression that covered it.

"And there's also a special little travel gift provided, but I have to talk to our partner about that one," Alice said.

"Our partner?" Melodye asked.

Carol almost laughed at the face that Alice made at her.

"Yes, our partner that we're in business with that you don't know about yet," Alice said.

Melodye nodded and turned her attention to Judith for a moment who was attempting to pull her hair out.

"Oh that partner," Melodye said. "Yes, we'll have to talk to them…"

"You two don't have to do this," Carol said. "Daryl and I will be just fine in our cell."

"Boo on you, then," Alice said. "No one goes on their honeymoon in a prison cell unless they're doing life. You're going on our magical trip of love and that's all the hell there is to it."

Carol laughed.

"I didn't think you'd be into weddings and things," she said.

"Alice hates weddings," Melodye said. "Honeymoons she likes."

"Anybody in their right mind knows the honeymoon is the real reason people have weddings," Alice said. "And even then I don't get why you don't just elope."

Carol leaned her head on her arm, watching the two of them bicker back and forth for a few minutes.

"Did you two ever get married?" She asked.

"Ha!" Alice said. "In Georgia?"

Carol nodded her understanding.

"You know," she said, "you could get married now. It's not like any of the old rules seem to apply anymore."

"Eh," Melodye said, "we've been together so long that I don't know what it would really matter anymore."

"Could be fun," Alice said. "You could have your dream wedding…you know…invite all the Walkers you wanted to watch the ceremony. We could do our own honeymoon."

"You know everyone here would go," Carol said, "or you could elope, that's essentially what Daryl and I did."

"How about that," Alice said, "gay marriage is finally legal in Georgia and it only took the end of the frickin' world! If the dead weren't walking before, they would be now!"

Carol laughed at her.

"Ok, seriously," Alice said. "You said you'd fix my hair, so you need to do that. Then Mel and I are going to get to work planning a honeymoon. That means you have the rest of the day to shave and pluck and do whatever the hell else it is that you want to do before you leave on your trip tonight."

"Tonight?" Carol asked. She hadn't really thought about this being some kind of official honeymoon. She felt silly because she got nervous suddenly. Then she remembered that they were only going to be spending the night in some other room in the prison, but it still felt like a big deal.

Carol wondered how Daryl would react to the whole idea. She hoped he'd be excited enough by the idea of sex in a new location that none of the details would bother him.

"Tonight," Alice said. "I've got to talk to our business partner, but I'll be bringing you a little something, so let me know when you're heading down to the showers."

Carol got up, smiling at both of the women.

"OK, tonight it is, then," she said. "Well, Alice, let's go see if I can't get you fixed up then so you can get to work. If I'm going to shave it's going to take me a while. Razors are pretty dull around here."

"There are new ones down in the storage area," Alice said. She winked at Carol. "I'll be sure that one of those goes into the bag I bring you."

Carol was excited now, and oddly enough the thought of a new razor made things even more exciting. She did the best she could to shave with the one that she had, but it just didn't quite do the trick anymore. She didn't know how Daryl would feel if he realized that she actually had the potential to have less hair than a bear, given the right circumstances.

She tried to hide her excitement, realizing that it was probably ridiculous to feel the way that she did over this false honeymoon, but it was difficult to keep it under wraps when Alice seemed so excited about it and she was simply one of the people that would be setting it up.

"You know," Carol said, following Alice to her cell to get her scissors, "it seems kind of odd to think of someone else taking care of this."

"Everyone deserves a little something special sometimes," Alice said. "It'll be fun for us to do and I'm sure it'll be fun for you two." She winked at Carol and skipped ahead a bit, dipping into the cell she shared with Melodye and waiting for Carol to catch up.

Somewhere in the prison, Daryl was negotiating the freedom of the new people and was completely unaware that he was going to be swept away that night to the nicest honeymoon that the prison could provide.