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Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.

Brendan: Happy birthday to you! :) The possibility of me making a crossver with between these two things is rather low.

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Merle made sure to eye his surroundings as he, Tim, Crowley and a new kid who he didn't even knew the name of proceeded to make their way through the forest, intending to fullfil the task which was given to them by the Governor. This task was killing Michonne and bringing her head and katana back to Woodbury.

As they continued to make their way through the woods, they came across a mutilated walker that was arranged in strange fashion. Merle didn't wait long to voice his confusion, "What the hell is this mess?"

Tim pointed his machete at the mess, "She did this."

Merle moved his fake hand back and forth across the mutilated corpse, "It means something the way it's all set up like that."

"The Governor was right to send us out." Tim stated.

The Dixon nodded his head to that as he knelt down in front of it, "Damn straight,Tim. We're doing a righteous public service here."

"Go back." The young man said, causing the other men to turn back to look at him in confusion, "The arms are a G. The legs make an O. And that's a back. It says,"Go back"."

Merle stood up from his knee and clapped his hands, laughing, "This is too good. Look at this. She sent us a biter-gram,y'all."

Tim and Crowley laughed as well, unlike the young man shook his head, "I don't believe this is happening."

Merle's grin faded away from his face as he came over to the young man, grabbing him by his shirt, "What the hell's wrong with you? Now, The Governor chose you 'cause he thought you were ready. I want you to succeed. I do. But if you keep announcing to the world that you're pissing your pants, I'm gonna have to smash your teeth in. Now how do you say your last name?"

"Gargulio." Gargulio answered as Merle let go off his shirt.

"Well, I'm gonna keep calling you Neil. All right?" Merle asked, earning a nervous nod from Gargulio in response, He turned away from the young man and his eyes immediately caught the sight of someone circling around them. He instantly knew who it was as he pulled out his pistol, followed by everyone else, "What's the deal, Michonne? Hmm? You gonna leap out of the woods, one against four, all of us armed to the teeth and you with just your little pig-sticker?"

It was when Michonne jumped off from a tree, landing right behind Tim and Crowley. Neither of the men had time to react as she swung her katana at them. Crowley's head went flying across the ground as it was separated from it's body as Tim quickly aimed his pistol at the dark skinned woman but unfortunely for him, never had a chance to fire it as Michonne impaled him with her katana.

Gargulio was completely terrified as he leaned against a tree and just watched what was happening right before his eyes as Merle turned back to Michonne and started firing his pistol at her. None of the shots hit her as she used Tim's body as a meat shield before running off into the woods, receiving a bullet to the upper part of her leg from Merle who groaned and started chasing her.

Rick was still having hard time believing that he had actually found a phone that was still working and someone actually called him. He held the phone right next to his ear as he tried to figure out what to say to the person on the other side, but he couldn't.

"Hello?" The person on the other side of the phone who happened to be a woman called out to hi, "Is-is someone there?"

"Yes. Yes." Rick quickly said with a fast nod o his head, "Who is-?"

"Oh, my god!" The unknown woman cut him off with suprise evident in her voice, "I can't believe someone picked up. We've been calling since it all started."

"Where are you?" Rick wanted to know.

"I can't say." The woman answered.

"You could be 1,000 miles away." Rick pointed out, attempting to convice her to tell him her location.

The woman however, didn't change her mind, "I'm not going to say where we are."

"Are you someplace safe?" Rick asked her.

"Yeah." The woman responded, "And part of it is because we're careful. I can't tell you where we are. I'm sorry."

"What makes your place so safe?" Rick asked her another question.

"It's just...away..." The woman said with small pause between the words, "...from them."

"I have a son. I have a newborn baby. I'm with a good group of people. Would you be willing-could you take in others?" Rick asked, hoping to convice her, "We can pull our weight. We can help you."

He waited a few seconds before receiving an answer, "I'd have to talk to the group."

"Well, put them on." Rick told her, "Let me make a case."

"Let me talk to them first." The woman insisted.

"Please,please, don't go." Rick pleaded, "Just-please, we're good people here. We just need some help and we can help you."

"I'll call back in two hours." The woman declared.

"Please!" Rick cried out as the woman hung up, "You don't understand. You don't know. We're dying. We're dying here."

The entire group was busy eating their breakfast, eventually trading a word or two with each other. They all stopped what they were doing when Rick walked into the cellblock, all cleaned up.

He looked around his group, "Everybody okay?"

"Yeah." Bridgette gave him a small nod of her head, feeding the baby, "What about you?"

"I cleared out the boiler block." Rick explained.

"How many were there?" Izzy wanted to know, having a chance to hear from Chef and Chris about all of the bodies they passed by while searching for Rick yesterday.

"I don't know. A dozen, two dozen. I have to get back." Rick answered, giving his son a quick pat on his shoulder, "Just wanted to check on Carl."

"Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies." Glenn suggested as he stood up from his seat, "You don't have to."

"He's right." Chef nodded his head in agreement, "Let us handle to the bodies. You need to rest after everything that happened."

"No, I have to do this." Rick said as he looked around his group again, "Everyone have a gun and a knife?"

"Yeah." Daryl nodded his head as Rick turned back to look at him, "We're running low on ammo, though."

"I checked our ammo supply with Zeke and Cody after waking up." Harold added, "What Daryl said is a gentle way of putting."

"Maggie, Gwen, Noah, and me were planning on making a run this afternoon." Glenn declared, "Found a phone book with some places we can hit,look for bullets and formula."

"Izzy and Ezekiel cleared out the generator room while I and Chef were searching for you." Chris added to which the two said teens nodded in confirmation, "Axel's there trying to fix it in case of emergency. We're gonna sweep the lower levels as well."

"Good." Rick nodded his head as he started heading out of the cellblock, "Good."

Gargulio was on his knees, trying not to throw up at the disgusting scene in front of him as Merle made his way back to him.

"Let's go. I think I hit her." The older Dixon declared, reloading his pistol, "Slowed her down."

"T-Tim and Crowley." Gargulio stuttered out, "They..."

Merle completely ignored what he had just said and continued, "We're close to the red zone. Them shots just pulled every biter in this area our way. Let's go. Get up." Gargulio coughed and remained on his knees, as if he didn't even heard that the Dixon just said to him. Merle called out to him, only to be ignored again. He came over to the young man and kicked him. Gargulio landed on his back, his eyes staring up at Merle who placed his boot on his chest and said, "Now you're gonna rise to the occasion, son. Some serious shit's going down. I need you here. You read me, amigo? I don't want you to die."

"Yes." Gargulio gave him a small nod of his head in response as Merle removed his boot from his chest, "Yes."

"Get up." Merle said, coming over to Tim's body, placing his knived hand through the dead's man brain, "Now you know we don't ever let our own turn. Never. She ain't running, she's hunting and so are we."

Rick was back in the boiler room, staring at the phone as if it was the only that that existed, waiting for someone to call him. He picked it up a few times, hoping to hear someone's voice speak up to him, but he couldn't hear anything during his attempts. The phone started ringing again as his eyes snapped open, causing him to reach his hand out to him and pick it up.

"You're the dude that my friend was speaking with?" The person he was speaking to was clearly young asked, "Right?"

Rick nodded his head in confirmation, "Yes."

"And you want to come where we are?" The young man asked him another question.

"She said it was safe." Rick pointed out what the woman from earlier said to him.

"It is." The young man confirmed him, "No attacks, no one's been bit, no one's died, no one's turned, no one's gone crazy. We don't have to worry about these things ripping off a hole in the stomach of our beloved ones or ourselves getting ripped into shreds. I and my girlfriend and our friends have a happy life here, as if this thing never happened. We have a happy lives here, especially that we recently reunited with a few of out friends who we haven't seen in a while."

"We want to come where you are." Rick declared.

"You could be dangerous." The young man stated, "Have you killed anyone?"

Rick was silent for a few seconds he tried to remember all of the people he killed since he woke up in the hospital. He killed two people. Dave and Shane, "..Two. One was an outsider who tried to draw on me and the other was one of our own. He lost it."

"This new world broke him?" The young man asked, but for Rick it felt more like a statement than a question.

"Yes." Rick confirmed, "He wasn't himself anymore."

There was a small pause on the other side before the young man spoke up again, "...How did you lose your wife?"

Rick's eyes snapped open in shock. How did this person knew about Lori?, "How did you know I had a wife?"

"You had a boy and a baby." The young man pointed out, causing Rick to be even more shocked, "Tell me how you lost your wife."

"I don't want to talk about that." Rick told him in response and this seemed enough for the young man who hung up, "Hello? Hello?"

Courtney was sitting on top of one of the walls of Woodbury with Haley, another one of Woodbury residents. She found herself in this position after she and Andrea went to the Governor and told him that now that they are staying in his community, they want to earn their keep.

The CIT turned her gaze away from the road and looked at Haley, "Thank you for doing this."

"No problem, when the Gov asks me to do something, I do it." Haley smiled with a nod of her head, "I figure we can start tomorrow. There's a training area,some hay bales. There's even a bow you can use. It was my old one."

"You must be pretty good." Courtney assumed.

"Yeah. My dad taught me. He used to take me hunting. He wanted me to be in the Olympics." Haley nodded her head with a proud smile as she showed off her bow to the CIT, "This one was his. I mean, it's worth more than my car. It's...awesome. So I totally killed him for it."

"That wasn't why you killed him." Courtney stated.

Haley's smile faded from her face, "No. My dad wasn't himself. My brother wasn't either."

"At least you know what happened to them." Courtney stated, "I haven't seen mine since the beginning."

"This is why I'm grateful that I got to be with my dad and brother, even if it ended with them changing into those things." Haley began, "There was a person in our community, Rodney. He was a bit strange, especially in terms of romance, but was overally good guy. He hasn't seen his family since this begun, just like you because they got separated from each other. When I had a talk with him about it, he said that I should be grateful that I got to spend time with them, that I got to see how they died, because he had no idea how his family is doing, if they're dead or alive, and he unfortunely will never find out now."

"What happened to him?" Courtney asked, already knowing the answer because she didn't recall meeting anyone named Rodney since coming to Woodbury.

"He died during a supply run with Merle and Jose about three weeks before your arrival. One of these things took him by suprise and bit him and it was already too late to do anything when the other found out." Haley answered, confirming Courtney's theory.

Courtney nodded her head in understanding as she turned her gaze back towards the road and spotted a lone walker heading towards the gates. She stood up from her seat, "Walker."

Haley stood up from her seat as well and held her bow out to the CIT, "Want to try?"

"Yes." Courtney nodded her head as she took Haley's bow from her. He loaded an arrow into it and aimed it at the approaching walker. He let out a small exhale and released an arrow, which unfortunely missed her target, "I missed."

Haley patted her shoulder, "Don't worry. Try again."

Courtney loaded another arrow into the bow and waited for the undead to come closer to the gate. He breathed in and out before releasing another arrow, which this time, landed right in the undead's brain, "I got it."

"Nice shot." Haley smiled at her as Courtney handed the bow back to it's owner, "Have you fired a bow before?"

"No." Courtney shook her head, "I knew someone who was using one."

"Oh." Haley nodded in understanding, "What happened to him or her?"

Courtney shrugged, "I don't know. We got separated a few months back."

Rick was pacing back and forth through the boiler room when he heard someone open a door. He stopped and turned in the direction of the entrance to this room, already reaching for his Python, excepting to see walker, but he quickly found himself to be wrong when he saw Hershel enter the room. The farmer slowly made his way down the stairs.

"May I?" He asked Rick, instantly after making his way down the stairs, gesturing to a chair behind Rick. The sheriff deputy nodded his head and turned around to the chair behind him. He grabbed it and made his way over to Hershel, placing it in front of him. Hershel sat down on the chair and let out a small chuckle, "Still feel it. I'm wiggling my toes right now. I'm a ghost from the knee down."

"I'm sorry." Rick apologized the farmer for cutting his feet off.

"You saved my life, Rick." Hershel pointed out, assuring Rick that he didn't need to apologize for that, "She was sorry for the things that happened. She told me that. She planned on telling you. Take your time, whatever you need. You carried us. You didn't let us give up. You got us here."

"It's not enough." Rick shook his head, "It's not safe enough."

"There isn't anywhere else." Hershel pointed out, "I know you want to get away from this, but we've run already."

Rick rubbed his eyelids, "I got a call."

"What?" Hershel asked with a hint of suprise in his voice.

"Someone called. On this phone. A woman." Rick began his explanation what was making him stay in this room for hours as he moved the phone closer to Hershel, "She was young. She was part of a group. She said they had a safe place. They said they were just dialing numbers and I picked up. She said they'd be calling back. If it sounds right, I want to talk them into taking us in."

Hershel picked the phone up, but the static was the only thing he could hear. He placed it down, "Did she say where they were?"

"No." Rick shook his head, "But it doesn't matter. If it's safe, we'll get there. Don't tell the rest of the group, not yet."

"Even Daryl, Chef and Chris?' Hershel wanted to know.

Rick nodded, "Yes."

"Beth and Bridgette are taking care of your child right now. How about I'll sit here with you. " Hershel suggested, "That's something I'm pretty good at nowadays."

Rick quickly declined his offer, "No."

Hershel nodded his head as got himself off his seat and made his way out of the boiler room, leaving Rick alone.

Merle and Gargulio had all of their weapons in ready as they were making their way through the forest, following Michonne's trail, making sure to eye their surroundings even more careful than before, not wanting to get taken by suprise by their target again.

The Dixon's eyes widened when he heard someone step on a stick behind them. He turned back to Gargulio to see that Michonne was right behind and was already swinging her katana, intending to finish the young man off.

"Move!" Merle shouted, pushing Gargulio out of Michonne's way. The young man fell on the ground as Michonne swung her katana at Merle who used his knived hand to block her attack, before knocking her blade out of her grasp. The dark skinned woman got herself on the ground and used her current position to kick Merle in his nether regions.

He grunted in pain and leaned down a bit as Michonne kicked him again, this time in the face. Merle collapsed on top of her, before rolling himself out of her, both of them groaning in pain. Merle's vision became blury after the kick he received from his target as he looked around himself to see a few undead heading towards them. He got himself on his knee and as one of the walker lunged for him, only to be blocked by Merle's fake hand before it could do anything.

Michonne was having trouble as well as she was doing her best to crawl over to her katana without getting bitten or killed by the walker that was currently approaching her. She grabbed the handle of her katana and quickly swung it at the undead, cutting it's stomach open. All of it's insides spilled on top of her as she closed her mouth and eyes, in both disgust and to make sure that none of it was going to get there.

Merle was still having trouble with holding a walker off as Gargulio came to his aid and stabbed the walker right through it's head with his machete. Merle pushed the now dead walker aside as another one came over to him, but this time, the Dixon took care of the threat without any problem. He let out a deep breath before he and Gargulio looked around themselves, only to see that Michonne was gone and was nowhere to be seen.

"You rose to the occasion, kid." Merle told Gargulio, turning in the direction of Woodbury, "When we get back, I'm gonna get you a beer."

"Come on, she can't have made it that far." Gargulio stated, pointing his machete in the direction in which Michonne could went.

"We're done." Merle shook his head, "We're gonna grab a car, haul ass home. It's been a good day's work."

"She killed Tim and Crowley." Gargulio pointed out.

"Yep, but we messed her up pretty bad." Merle pointed out in return, "Anyway, she's headed straight for the red zone. She's as good as dead."

"What do we tell The Governor?" Gargulio wanted to know.

"What the hell you think we tell him?" Merle answered as if it was the most obvious question he has heard in his entire life, "Tell him we killed her. Like I said,man, she's as good as dead."

Gargulio shook his head to that, "I'm gonna keep going."

"She ain't right in the head. She's gonna die." Merle stated, "Ain't worth our time. Definitely ain't worth our blood. Now let's go."

The Dixon started making way back to the car which they used to get to this forest, but stopped when Gargulio said, "This is some serious shit. That's what you said. I'm not gonna lie to The Governor about it."

"You're right." He nodded his head, turning to look at Gargulio again, "Can't cut corners on this one. You've come along pretty quick there,kid. How do you say your name again?"

"Gargulio." Gargulio reintroduced himself to him as some bird started making noises in the background.

"You heard that bird?" Merle asked as Gargulio turned his gaze in the direction of a bird and it was the last thing he has ever done as Merle pulled out his pistol and shot him right in the head, killing him instantly. Gargulio fell down like a ton of bricks as Merle reached down and picked up the now dead young man's pistol, "Gargulio."

Daryl, Carl, Oscar, Duncan, Harold and Izzy were making their way through the prison hallways. Izzy, Duncan and Daryl walked in front of the group with their weapons out in ready just in case if they came across the undead on their way as Oscar, Harold and Carl walked closely behind them, the former two holding a flashlight.

"Check it out, guys." Oscar said as he shined at one of the cells to see a walker that their group must have missed, "Must have missed it last night."

"I'll take care of it." Izzy immediately volunteered to take care of the undead as she came over to the cell with it inside. She placed her hunting knife right in it's brain, killing it instantly. She pulled her knife out of it's head as the now dead body collapsed on the floor, "It's done. Let's go."

They started moving through the hallways again as Daryl slowed his pace a bit, allowing Carl to catch up to him, because there was something he wanted to tell him, "You know, my mom, she liked her wine. She liked to smoke in bed. Virginia Slims. I was playing out with the kids in the neighborhood. I could do that with Merle gone. They had bikes ,I didn't. We heard sirens getting louder. They jumped on their bikes, ran after it,you know, hoping to see something worth seeing. I ran after them, but I couldn't keep up. I ran around a corner and saw my friends looking at me. Hell, I saw everybody looking at me. Fire trucks everywhere. People from the neighborhood. It was my house they were there for. It was my mom in bed burnt down to nothing. That was the hard part. You know, she was just gone. Erased. Nothing left of her. People said it was better that way. I don't know. Just made it seem like it wasn't real, you know?"

"I shot my mom. She was out. Hadn't turned yet. I ended it. It was real." Carl told him in response as he looked up at the Dixon while Duncan, Harold, Izzy and Oscar decided to remain silent, "Sorry about your mom."

"I'm sorry about yours." Daryl said, to which Carl gave him a small nod of his head in response.

Rick was staring right at the phone when he received another call from the people he's been receiving calls from today. He quickly reached down for it and picked it up, placing it right next to his ear, "Hello?"

He was met with nothing but silence which remained for a few seconds before a woman spoke up, this one was definitely a bit older than the one he had conversation with earlier, "You didn't want to tell him how your wife died?"

"No, I just lost her, but..." Rick paused for a second, "But if that's what it takes..."

"It'd be good." The woman stated, "You should talk about it, Rick."

"That sounds..." Rick stopped himself from saying more when he realization that this woman just said his did she knew his name?, "How do you know my name?"

He never got the answer to his question as the woman hung up, without saying more words to him.

Michonne headed to a tree where she hid her supplies before attacking Merle and his group. She quickly took everything out and slouched her backpack over her shoulder when she heard grunting and snarling which was getting louder and louder coming from her left. She turned towards the sound and saw a few walkers heading right towards her.

She reached for her sword and was about to pull it out to get rid of the approaching walkers but stopped herself from doing so when the walkers completely ignored her and walked past her, as if she didn't even existed. She looked down at the blood covered body and realized that the blood was covering her scent and the undead thought she was one of their own.

She started walking forward herself, not wanting to spend more time in this forest and wanting to get out of it as fast as possible, especially now that she was hurt from the gunshot she got from Merle, eventually making her way to a small town.

She started walking between the cars of the parking lot when she saw a car pop out of nowhere. Already assuming to be Merle or someone else from the Woodbury, she hid between the cars and just observed the people that just arrived in this town as Glenn, Maggie, Gwen and Noah got themselves out of the car.

Gwen looked around herself, "Town looks clear to me."

"It may seem clear, but I still wouldn't put my guard down." Noah stated, to which Gwen gave him a short nod of agreement.

The asian man pointed at the market, "Let's take a look."

"Hey." Maggie said, coming over to him, and giving him a quick kiss, "It's a beautiful day."

Noah rolled his eyes, "Get a room you two. I'd like to point out that you're not alone on this run."

Glenn and Maggie grinned, knowing that Noah was trying to mess with them as all four of them headed into the market, hoping to find some supplies for baby and the group in this building.

Michonne didn't left the area right after they entered the market. She continued to watch the area from her hidden position between the cars for the next several minutes and just waited for them come out.

Glenn was the first one come out from the market, holding a basket filled with the baby formula, "We just hit the powdered formula jackpot."

"We also got a bunch of other stuff too." Gwen said, smilling at how sucessful this supply run was. She glanced at the basket she was carrying before placing it in the car, "Beans, batteries, cocktail wieners and many mustards, only a name of few."

"If we'll head out now, then make it to the prison just in time for dinner." Glenn stated.

"I like the quiet." Maggie stated, "Back there, back home,you can always hear them outside the fence no matter where you are."

It was when completely out of the sudden, they heard a male voice say, "And where is it y'all good people are calling home?"

Noah, Glenn, Maggie and Gwen quickly stopped everything they were doing and turned towards the source of the voice to see a man apporaching them with his pistol aimed at them. They didn't waste any time and quickly pulled out their guns and aimed them at him, before he could do any harm to them.

Gwen narrowed her eyes and lowered her handgun a bit when she got the feeling that she saw this man somewhere before. Her eyes snapped open in realization, "Wait a second."

"Is that?" Glenn followed, feeling his eyes widen as well.

"Merle?" Noah asked, leaning forward a bit to check if his mind wasn't playing tricks with him as Maggie send all three of them a quick glance before turning her gaze back to Merle. The bookworm shook his head when he realized that Merle Dixon was indeed standing in front of them. Perfect. The last thing this group needed right now was coming across a guy who they left to behind handcuffed to a pipe on a rooftop in a walker infested city a while ago.

Merle's reaction was completely opposite to theirs. He laughed with a grin starting to form on his lips. He placed his pistol on the ground and raised his hands in the air, beginning to approach them, "Wow!"

"Back the hell up!" Maggie shouted to him.

Merle did as he was told to and backed down a bit, "Okay, honey. Jesus."

"You made it." Glenn stated, his eyes wide in shock.

"We weren't excepting to see you ever again." Gwen added, as much shocked as Glenn was.

"Can you tell me, is my brother alive?" Merle wanted to know.

Glenn nodded in confirmation, "Yeah."

"Hey, you take me to him and I'll call it even on everything that happened up there in Atlanta. No hard feelings." Merle offered, but received no answer from any of the people from his old group. He quickly noticed them staring at his new hand, "Huh? You like that? Yeah. Well, I found myself a medical supply warehouse. Fixed it up myself. Well, pretty cool, huh?"

"We'll tell Daryl you're here and he'll come out to meet you." Gwen told him, not trusting Merle.

"Hold up, guys." Merle told them, "The fact that we found each other is a miracle. Come on, now. You can trust me.."

"Of course, we will instantly take you to where we are currently staying. Your history with our group and the fact that you have some fresh blood on your face really assures us that it is going to end well for everyone." Noah stated in his sarcastic tone that the entire group heard so many times, keeping his handgun aimed at the older Dixon.

Merle chuckled at Noah's words before pulling out his other pistol. He aimed it at Glenn, Maggie, Gwen and Noah and fired it, causing the window of the trunk of the car to burst into hundreds of pieces. All four of them scattered as Merle moved after them, catching the older Greene pretty quickly, which Noah didn't fail to notice. The bookworm made his way over to them, only to receive a powerful punch right to his face and it was enough to knock him down.

Noah's unconsciouss body collapsed on the ground as Glenn and Gwen passed by his body to see that Merle had his pistol pressed against Maggie's forehead, "Hold up, buddy, hold up."

Glenn glared at the older Dixon, "Let go of her!."

"You heard him." Gwen glared at Merle as well, "Let go off her."

Not wanting Merle to do anything to Maggie, Glenn and Gwen obeyed and placed their guns in the car, the former saying to him, "We're not going back to our camp."

"No, we're going somewhere else." Merle declared as he pointed at Noah's body which was laying behind Gwen and Glenn, "Gweny, you place the sarcastic asshole in the car, as for you Glenn, you get in there. You're driving! Move!"

Glenn started making way towards the driver seat, slamming the doors of the passengers seats in the back in anger as Gwen went over to Noah's unconsciouss body and picked it up. Merle got himself and Maggie into the car as the goth placed Noah in the backseat of the vehicle before getting herself into it as well, right before Glenn started it up and started driving in the direction that Merle told him to drive.

Daryl, Duncan, Carl and Oscar walked together through the hallways of the prison as Izzy and Harold decided to separate from them in order to get over with this faster.

Oscar felt a grin forming on his lips when he spotted something laying in one of the cells, "Oh, that's what I'm talking about."

Duncan, Carl and Daryl turned back to see the former prisoner walking into one of the cells they passed by. They made their way back to the cell that he just entered to see him holding a pair of slippers.

"What the hell you need slippers for?" Duncan asked the former prisoner, confused.

"You know, end of the day relaxing." Oscar answered.

Daryl and Duncan exchanged a confused look with each other as Carl simply shrugged his shoulders to that. A few seconds later they could hear someone rushing over to them. They got themselves out of the cell to see Izzy and Harold.

"What happened?" Carl asked them.

"There is something that we found and we thought you should take a look at this." Izzy answered.

"Let's go check it out, then." Duncan stated.

"There's no need to. We brought it with ourselves." Harold said, holding out a bloody knife, allowing Duncan, Daryl, Carl and Oscar to take a good look at this.

Daryl and Duncan could feel how their eyes snapped open at the view of a knife that Harold was holding when they recalled only one person from their group who was using a knife like this.

"That's Carol's knife." Daryl stated.

"She might be still alive." Duncan added.

Rick had his hands pressed against the sides of his head when the phone started ringing again. He picked it up, once again and instantly asked the person on the other side, "How did you know my name?"

Another new person, once again a woman, answered, "Because we know you."

"How do you know me?" Rick wanted to know.

"The people you were talking to today." The unknown woman began, "That was Amy, Tyler, and Jacqui."

Rick's breathing became deeper and faster when a realization of who he was speaking to right now appeared in his mind. He could feel tears forming in his eyes, "Lori?"

"What happened, Rick?" Lori asked as Rick completely broke down and tears started dropping down his cheeks, "Baby, what happened?"

"I couldn't put it back together. I made a deal with myself. I would keep you alive." Rick began, sobbing, "I'd find a place. I would fix that. And then, I couldn't open that door. I couldn't risk it. I was gonna keep you alive. Carl, the baby. And then... I thought there'd be time. There's never time. But I love you. I love you. I couldn't put it back together. I should have said it. I should have said it..."

"Rick. Now you listen to me. You have a baby. Our baby. And Carl. And the others. I love you. Rick. Can you do that?" Lori asked Rick, but her husband remained silent. "Can you do that? Rick? Rick? Rick?"

Merle had just made it back to Woodbury and was making his way to the Governor's house to inform him about everything that had happened to day when he heard a familiar voice which belonged to Jose called out to him, "Merle! Where are you going?"

"To the Governor." Merle answered as Jose catched up to him, "I need to tell him something."

"Let's hope we'll arrive in the right time for him to answer the doors." Jose answered, now walking next to Merle.

"What do you mean?" Merle asked him, confused.

"Let's just say that he and Andrea got overly touchy with each other today." Jose answered, "You know what I mean."

"Oh." Merle grinned, "I see."

"How did the run go?" Jose asked him, "Did you get her?"

"You'll find soon." Merle answered.

Jose nodded his head to that as both of them made their way over to the Governor's room. Merle knocked on it and Philip asnwered it after a moment, wearing a dressing-grown.

"How did it went?" He asked Merle.

"We lost all three guys." Merle answered as the Governor and Jose exchanged a look with each other before sighing at the news that three of their people were gone, "Tim, Crowley, the other one."

"Mierda." Jose cursed as he crossed his arms, "They were good guys."

Philip shook his head, "Jesus."

"She cut Tim down, put her sword through him." Merle explained, "Then biters got in the middle of it, then I got her."

"Well, we'll dress it up. Give them a hero's funeral. You tell a story. A supply run gone sideways." Philip said to Merle who nodded his head, "Do you have them? Her head. The sword."

"We got caught in a crowd. The kid had the head, Crowley had the sword. They both got all tore up." Merle explained as the Governor seemed a bit disappointed by this fact, but was overally relieved that Michonne was not going to cause more trouble to him, "I got something else for you, though, which is something that I'm sure Jose here will like. Two guys and one girl I used to know from the Atlanta camp and pretty little girlfriend of one of these guys."

"What?" Jose asked, "You brought people here that my little hermano was traveling with after they left you on the roof?"

Merle nodded his head in confirmation with a small grin, "This is exactly what I did, amigo."

"You were right." Jose said, with a grin starting to form on his lips, despise the fact that he just found out that three people from Woodbury died, "I like this news."

"They know Andrea and Courtney?" Philip wanted to know to which Merle nodded in confirmation, "Anyone else?"

"Don't know." Merle shrugged, "Found them on the return trip. From the looks of them, they got to be set up pretty good. I'll find out where."

Philip turned to look at Jose, "Help him find out where their camp is."

Jose nodded his head, "Will do, amigo."

Rick walked out of the boiler room and made his way back to the cellblock where Carl, Beth, Bridgette, Hershel, Cody, DJ and Leshawna were currently staying at. He walked over to DJ who was holding his baby and the brickhouse gently handed over the baby to her father. Rick carefully held his daughter in front of him as a smile started forming on his lips as everyone in the cellblock smiled at the view.

Daryl, Duncan, Harold and Izzy were busy making their way through the hallways, looking for any trail that could lead them to Carol who despise what the entire group thought, might have been still alive.

They stopped for a second when they heard something moving behind one of the doors. Daryl groaned as he pulled out his knife and opened the doors, only to be greeted by the sight of exhausted Carol. She was still alive, after all. The short haired woman looked up at Daryl, Duncan, Izzy and Harold who were looking at her with happy and relieved expression that at least one more person made out alive from Andrew's attack.

Daryl reached down and picked Carol up in bridal style. He along with Duncan, Izzy, and Harold started taking her back to her group. Duncan could feel someone pat him on his shoulder and he turned to look at this person to see Harold. The nerd smiled at him and the juvie smiled back.

Rick, Carl, Hershel, Beth, Cody, DJ, Bridgette and Leshawna walked out of the cellblock to get some fresh air, with Rick still carrying his newborn daughter. There were a few other people outside alongside them. Chris was in the watch tower on the guard duty, watching over the fields as Alejandro and Heather sat together by the table, talking about something.

The sheriff deputy turned his gaze towards his son and smiled, "She looks like you."

"Guys!" Chris called out to them from the watch tower, as everyone looked up at the host of Total Drama who was holding his rifle, "There's someone coming and I don't think it's a walker!"

"Can you hold her?" Rick asked his son instantly after hearing this information.

Carl nodded his head as his father handed him his sister, "Yeah."

"Heather, Alejandro." Rick called out to the two people by the table, "Come with me."

He didn't had to wait long for their response. Heather and Alejandro nodded their heads and came over to him. They went into the fields and started walking over to the fence as Chris continued to observe lone figure that he had just spotted through the scope of his rifle.

All three of them pulled out and readied their guns when they stopped in front of the fence, only to be greeted by the sight of a blood covered Michonne who was carrying a basket with the baby formula.

Happy new year everyone! Let's hope that 2021 will be better than 2020.

Now that Glenn, Noah, Maggie and Gwen were kidnapped by Merle and taken to Woodbury, I have a small question to you.

That question is: Who do you think is going to join Rick, Michonne, Daryl and Oscar on their rescue mission to Woodbury? A small hint, they will be joined by four TD characters.

Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.