Ok, I know, short as hell, sorry, but I am going to add chapter 13 up as well, and its from Daryl's side of the story so yeah!

Rick had been checking out the burn sight, looking for any kind of clues, and as he scouted out the inside every which way he was starting to see something forming, something he didn't want to see, but he figured it would be best to rule it out and wanted to head outside to talk to someone. As he was pushing past the front sick area door, dipping his head inside to check on Hershel as he went, he ran into two balls of fur flying through his feet and skidding to a halt near the sick area door, growling now in his direction. He was confused, he hadn't seen anything like them before around the prison, but when the door opened again and he heard Trixie coming in behind him he figured she knew what they were.

"Guys ya cant take off like that! I got to keep an eye on you two!" Rick turned, meeting Trixie face to face as the pups continued to growl at him, making her laugh now. "Hey Rick."

"Hi. What are those?" Rick pointed to the pups, wondering when and where she found them and if they were sick or not but the look he saw on her face relaxed him…..just a bit.

"Oh, found them in the woods. Long story short, momma died after I fed them some. They trust me and they are guarding the door because I guess they can sense I'm protective of it. Don't want anything to happen again like what happened with David and Karen." Rick nodded, glancing back to the pups once before glaring at them now. They were stuck in a stare down before Trixie sighed and grabbed Ricks hand. Letting the pups smell his hand she smiled as they immediately calmed down around him and the white one even licked his hand, making him grin a bit.

"Speaking of that incident. Have you seen Carol?" Trixie glanced to Rick now, shaking her head as she tried to think where Carol might be.

"Michonne said before she took off Carol needed my help with water pipe two. Said it was clogged as well as one. I got one cleared but I guess she didn't know so I was looking for her myself, why?" Rick sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head and glanced back to the pups.

"Just need to talk to her." Trixie nodded, watching the pups as they listened to everyone that was moving inside the sick area and watching the door at the same time.

"Think she might be at the barrels?" Rick shook his head now, knowing he had checked there before he came to the sick area.

"No, she's not in the cell block either, either of them."

"Maybe she's out front. Its been a bit since Michonne and them left, she could be looking for me." Rick nodded, then turned to head back to the front of the prison, Trixie following after a quick whistle. When they made their way outside Rick glanced over his shoulder to Trixie as she let the pups out then walked up beside him, walking in time with him as they made their way around to the front part of the prison.

"You really gonna keep them?" Rick nodded to the pups who were following Trixie's every step, staying by her but sniffing everything insight, the black one occasionally pissing on something before rushing back to catch up to her.

"Thinking about it. They can scent the sickness, even in the meat, and they understand who I trust and who I don't which is good for us and the babies. They will grow with us so they can be trained. Daryl thinks they'd make good hunting dogs."

"Might, what are they though?"

"Wolf father, German Shephard mother. Hershel says it will make them very protective and that's good for us." Rick nodded, agreeing with her that having some kind of protection other than people who could back stab you in a heartbeat was a good idea. As they rounded the front of the prison though he sighed, glancing out over the fields and pausing only long enough to let Trixie hear what he saw. She snatched her head around, glaring at the home made contraption they would use for water pipe two, a metal thing that gathered the walkers attention so whoever was working on it could fix it safely. If it was running it meant someone was out there and they were alone which wasn't good. Trixie glanced to Rick as he sighed, heading right for the gate and when she helped him tug it back they heard tapping coming from the same place. They glanced up to see Carol standing now, tapping the loose pipe on the side of the tiny bridge over the watering hole. It was gathering the walkers attentions from the contraption and it gathered a few more from behind her in the woods.

"Carol! Run!" Rick had started to run the dog run now, rushing to get down to the exit where he could help Carol but Trixie was a bit faster. She whistled and the pups joined her, barking and growling loudly as they ran the dog run and gathered a few of the walkers attentions. The ones she didn't gather Carol and Rick took out themselves but the ones that came to her or back to her at the fence she stabbed with her machete through the fence itself.

"Carol! What are you doing! Michonne told me you needed my help why didn't you wait!" Carol sighed, her heart racing as she put down another walker and looked towards Trixie. More walkers were coming out of the woods now as Rick shot two of them, both people making it back into the dog run un harmed and breathing fast.

"It was a piece of cake." Rick glared to Carol now, Trixie rounding over to them, both dogs following and barking at the undead as if it was a game. One whistle and a finger snap though had them quite. Trixie guessed they had gotten used to it and was either snapped at by their mother for being loud before or just knew when to and not to be loud. Either way she was thankful for it and smiled as Carol glanced down to them then to her.

"You should have waited on me, we could have done that tomorrow, I got pipe one cleared."

"Yeah well we don't know if we get a tomorrow."

Everywhere in the prison things were staring to get bad before they were going to get good. Hershel had made some tea with the things Trixie brought back but Dr. S, Caleb, wasn't doing so well. Glenn was getting worse himself but Hershel was determined to take care of them. Lizzie had been put into the sick area before Trixie knew it but she was thankful that Mika had stayed with Carl and Beth in quarantine. Glenn told Trixie that Hunter was doing the best for the time being, which was why his crib had been moved to the meeting area, the glass room where the sick and un-sick could talk, so for that she was grateful. Carol had taken to gathering as much water as she could after her stupid act, or the thing that Rick called a stupid act, and he was also questioning her about the burning which made Trixie gasp with surprise. She had been helping Carol move the water when he confronted her about it. With everything that was going on, with Hershel and Glenn, Maggie and Beth, Daryl and the others being gone, Trixie had hoped Carol would deny it but she just walked away and left them both speechless. Yeah things at the prison were going great after Trixie brought back what little help she could and they waited on the medicine. She started to wonder if things were ever going to get any better as she followed Rick inside the prison and questioned him about why he questioned Carol. When he told her what he found she understood, and she also sort of understood where Carol was coming from. When Rick told her what he was going to do with Carol all she could say was she hoped Daryl took the news well, and Merle. Rick took it in stride, and went to get ready to leave the prison, taking Carol with him and leaving Trixie in charge as he was gone. She knew the time was coming, something was going to happen, something bad and she hated everyone at that moment for it. If only Daryl was there.