I am aware that I have only just posted the first chapter with a not about my unsure thoughts on continuing this story however this just came to me in a rush of inspiration as I was re watching season 1. So please enjoy - Just My Thoughts x

Time skip

When we arrived back at camp the tension was high and definitely ready to snap. The boy who nearly ran me over, who I now know is Glenn, is rather nice and probably someone I can learn to get along with. He seems like he won't cause trouble which is good because I tend to cause a lot of trouble which is probably an understatement, he would be perfect to corrupt or to act as my buffer to the rest of the group. Unfortunately at the moment he seemed to be being harassed by a rather loud cop, who I seem to recognise. Wonderful, I guess we will have to cross that bridge when I get to it. Dear lord please do not be someone who has arrested me or Merle before.

"Great you didn't just bring home one stray but two" the angry man said as soon as he noticed me out the window. Luckily for me before I could even get out of the car and say that he didn't bring home two but two and a bit, he caught sight of Rick or sheriff as I had nicknamed him. The angry man calmed down and blanched a little as he noticed his friend and forgot all about me, reaching out and embracing him in a gruff embrace.

I quickly, or as quick as I could, left the van, grabbing my backpack, heading straight towards Glenn.

"Hey I umm don't have a fucking tent, is there anywhere I could crash because I not lyin' to yah but I need a fucking nap" I asked whilst gently rubbing circles along my lower back and sighing.

Glenn looked at me as if weighing up the options around camp. "I would suggest crashing in the redneck's tent but lying on the ground probably won't be comfortable for you", he said with a chuckle and a gesture to my growing bump. "I guess I can set you up in the RV for now. Dale probably won't care and you can sleep on the bed, it's usually my spot but from the looks of it you could use a nap and a shower more that I do".

I followed him towards the RV, noticing an old man wearing a bucket hat, he nodded and gave me a smile which I stubbornly didn't return. I was a Dixon and I didn't know these people and the only one I trusted so far was Glenn, he seemed down to earth enough and couldn't lie for the life of him.

I basked in the shower, even if it was cold, it felt good to rid myself of the grime and blood that was splattered across my body. Luckily I had packed more than one set of clothes, a pair of maternity leggings and a stripey top that accommodated my large bump. I felt fresh and clean and for the first time in a while I let my defences slip ever so slightly.

I slid with ease into the bed and shifted onto my left side, slipping a knife under the pillow, and cocooned myself in the duvet , regardless of the Georgia summer heat. The last thing I remember is a distant conversation about a member of camp before falling into a dreamless slumber.