Packing your entire life back into bags was something I swore we were done with when we found this place. We had spent so long on the road, just the thought of having to do it again was disheartening. This prison didn't look like much, but it was everything to us. We needed to win.

As we packed the bags into the trunk of the SUV, I kept an eye on Daryl. He wasn't talking much, only a little to Carol. With what was about to happen, I hoped his head was clear enough to fight. The thought of losing him made me sick to my stomach.

After everything was packed, Hershel and Beth said a quick goodbye to Maggie and Glenn. Beth took the driver's side and Hershel took the passenger seat with Judith in his arms. Carl blew by all of us, barely saying any words to Rick. I knew that he wanted to help and join the fight, but this wasn't something he was ready for. Rick made the right call by making him come along with us.

I was the last to enter the car because I waited for Daryl. He had Hunter almost all day as if he was planning on this being the last time he would see him. I didn't rush them. Watching him with our son was one of the highlights of my life. After Merle's death, Daryl only smiled when he saw Hunter.

I slammed the trunk closed and Daryl finally made his way over to me. He squeezed Hunter one last time before handing him off to me. His hand brushed my hair out of my face, behind my ear, and he pulled my neck closer to him. His lips forced themselves against mine and shook ever so slightly to our touch. When he finally pulled away he said, "For the love of god be careful."

"You too. God, I love you so much Daryl. Please come home to me." My heart pounded out of my chest. I didn't want to leave out of fear that this would be our last moments together.

"I love you, too, Rose."

With everything that was happening, I knew Daryl didn't have the strength to pull away so we could continue our mission. I had to be the one to step back and make my way to the door. Daryl held the door open for me and I climbed in beside Carl. Daryl's hand patted Hunter's head one last time and then he closed the door. I stared at him through the tinted windows and he stared back. Beth put the car in drive, but Daryl didn't move. He watched as the car took Hunter and me away.

I refused to look away from the window and Beth drove. I tried to hold myself together for everyone in the car, especially Carl, but this was hard. It had been a long time since I had been so far away from Daryl. The last time was when he left with Merle, but then I knew he would be okay. This was different. I wasn't sure how to handle myself here. The worry was eating me alive.

We rode a couple miles before pulling over to seek refuge in the woods. Beth jerked the car when she parked, but she was still learning. I just felt my heart drop into my stomach for a quick second and when you haven't eaten in awhile, it's not a good feeling.

Beth ran around to the other side to help Hershel out of the car and she took Judith from him. Carl whipped open his door, nearly missing Beth and slammed it so hard that walkers nearby would have heard. I hopped out of the seat and walked around to him. He stood with his gun in his hand and eyes watching everywhere.

"You don't have to be so aggressive."

He refused to look at me. "I should be with them."

"Would you stop it with that? Jeez, your dad gave you a very important job and you're hellbent on making his life a living hell. Carl, look at me." When he didn't, I repeated myself until he was annoyed and finally did. "Judith needs her big brother to stop with the attitude and protect her and her family. Think about her. I know you want to be there fighting and, honestly, I do, too. I would give anything to be by your dad's side giving the Governor what's coming to him, but that's not apart of the plan. The plan is to protect Judith and Hunter. That's the most important job of all. Do you understand?" It took him a second, but he nodded. "Good. Let me know if you see or hear anything. You and I are in this together."

He finally pushed his attitude aside and helped Beth and me to cover the car. We didn't want to be seen out here, so we found whatever branches were laying around. Carl killed a walker or two, doing what I asked of him, but it wasn't enough. This job was menial to him, but he did it anyway. I guess he didn't want me to tell him what to do anymore.

We waited for what felt like a lifetime before loud bangs, followed by quicker and quieter ones, could be heard in the distance. It was starting. The Governor and his men had finally arrived and were picking our home apart. But they had no idea what was hiding inside. Our people were waiting patiently to send them back to Woodbury.

Carl ran up to the bushes, trying to get a look at what was happening at our home. Hershel stayed behind him.

Beth held Judith in her arms and leaned against the car. She rocked the child as she fussed about the loud noises.

I may not have been great with a gun, but I still had one ready in my hand. I set Hunter down in the car and told Beth to join him. It would be safer for them in there. I then joined Carl and Hershel. "We should stay by the car."

"Rosalyn is right," Hershel responded. "We need to protect ourselves."

Carl didn't listen, to no one's surprise. "I want to see."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "You don't need to see. You need to stay vigilant."

He shook my hand off his shoulder and sighed. I knew it wasn't what he wanted to hear, but did he really expect me to say 'Oh you should go join them right now and get yourself killed?' That wasn't going to happen.

But just as fast as it started, the noises were over. I didn't know if I should have been grateful or fearful. In the silence, there was no telling if we won or not. We just had to hope.

"Rosalyn!" Carl yelled suddenly.

My gun immediately pointed to my right and I saw Carl doing the same. Hershel rushed to the car to protect Beth and the children.

To my surprise, what was running at us wasn't a walker or a human threat, but a kid. He didn't look much older than Carl. He was panicked and scared as he ran from the fighting at the prison. He carried a shotgun far too large for him.

"Drop the weapon," I warned.

He immediately obeyed, telling Carl to take it from him. My eyes glanced away from the kid and to Carl. The hesitation in his eyes scared me, but not as much as his action. Before I could say a word, Carl pulled his trigger and the kid dropped to the ground in front of our eyes.

My arms dropped. My mouth could barely bring out the words. "Carl, what did you do?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he picked up the gun and said, "We should get back," and walked to the car without another word.