AN: Here we are, another chapter here.

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Daryl left Carol inside the prison and doing a final sort of "check"—because he wasn't sure what else to call it—of everything she'd packed and, possibly, forgotten. He was pretty certain that she'd brought everything they needed, that she could return for anything she'd forgotten as often as necessary, and that Woodbury would have many of their regularly needed items on hand, but she was happy, so he was going to simply let her be happy and do what she needed to do.

In the yard, they had brought a truck all the way up to the prison. Many of them were making the move, with people from the prison going there and a few who had come from Woodbury returning, and they were going to use two large trucks to do the moving all at once.

Daryl was immediately drawn toward one of the trucks with the sound of crying—crying that he would have known anywhere.

Everyone was doing something, even if Daryl wasn't sure that everyone knew exactly what it was that they were doing. Sophia was standing outside one of the trucks, and she was crying. It was the slow, steady, buzzing cry of a long-continued lament. Her cheeks were wet with tears by the time that Daryl got to her, and he scooped her up and hugged her before he ever bothered to ask her what was wrong. She pointed toward the truck, but she didn't immediately voice her concerns.

Rick and a man from Woodbury emerged from the back of the truck, half-hanging off it.

"Anything else out here?" The man asked. His name was Allen, and Daryl thought he was decent enough, even if the two of them never really bothered to sit down and share a meal together.

"Didn't neither one of you assholes think to stop an' see why the hell my kid was standin' out here cryin'?" Daryl asked. The child in question was still crying, but it had calmed a little in intensity as she clung to Daryl's neck.

"Figured it was you she wanted," Allen offered.

"Babies cry," Rick said with a laugh. "That's what they do. Judith has been crying since she woke up."

Sophia leaned into Daryl and he kissed her face. It was wet and he wiped her face with his hand. The crying was slowing down considerably, but she was doing her best to keep it going. It wasn't the kind of cry that she normally did solely for attention or for getting something, though. There was some kind of deep heartbreak behind the cry and she was simply wearing down and running out of the energy required to keep the tears flowing.

"You calmin' a bit," Daryl told her. "You wanna tell me what it is now?"

She pointed at the truck.

"That's the truck," Daryl said. She cried just a little harder and Daryl laughed to himself. "You cryin' 'cause your daddy's an idiot? Your mama does that sometimes." Sophia's cry softened as she worked to try to figure out the riddle of what he'd said. "Somethin' wrong with the truck?"

"Go," Sophia barked. It was the first word she'd gotten out in her upset.

Daryl nodded.

"We talked about this," Daryl said. "You 'member that, Soph? When we talked about it?"

"My bed!" Sophia barked.

Daryl glanced into the back of the truck. In the time that he'd been talking to Sophia, someone had brought a few things and balanced them on the end of the truck. There was thumping and bumping coming from inside as Rick and Allen moved the items around and placed them on the truck.

Near the door, Sophia's bed was loaded up. Rather than fold it up, since there was plenty of space so far, it was simply sitting there in the same way it had been sitting in the cell. One of her blankets, even, was draped over the edge of it. Someone—likely Andrea since she'd been put to work carrying a lot of things around since just about the time she'd opened her eyes—had simply carried it out exactly as they'd found it when tasked with making sure it made it to the truck.

"Your bed's goin' to Woodbury with us," Daryl said. "So you can have it in your new room."

"No! I keep my bed!" Sophia demanded. It was clear that her tiny body was running the gamut of her emotions. She didn't know if she was angry or sad.

And it was a lot for someone so small to understand. Daryl reminded himself of that. He rubbed his hand over her face and smoothed down her hair.

"You gonna keep it," Daryl assured her. "We takin' it with us an' we all goin' to Woodbury."

"My lamb," Sophia said matter of factly.

"It's goin', too," Daryl said with a nod.

"No! My lamb, Daddy!" Sophia said, pointing toward the truck.

"Rick!" Daryl called.

A second later, Rick appeared and leaned near the door.

"Yeah?"

"Can you reach in there an' pass me that lamb in the bottom?" Daryl asked.

Rick nodded and fished the lamb out the bottom of the bed. Sophia reached for it, but Daryl's arm was a good deal longer, so he made the exchange from Rick's outstretched hand to Sophia's. She hugged the lamb against her with a great deal of appreciation and transferred it over to smash it between her body and Daryl's. Before she could make more requests, Daryl made them for her.

"Gonna need that rubber baby in there, too, while you at it," Daryl said.

Rick laughed to himself, but he passed over the baby doll in the same way that he'd passed Daryl the lamb. As soon as Sophia was in possession of two of her most prized possessions, she seemed to forget that she'd spent some time in distress.

"Thank you," she offered. "Thank you, Daddy!"

Daryl laughed to himself.

"Thank Rick, he got 'em out for you."

"Thank you!" Sophia offered, calling the thanks over her shoulder as Daryl held her against him and freed up both her arms to hold her prizes.

"Thanks, man," Daryl offered. "You goin' with us?"

Rick abandoned his work for a moment, not that Daryl imagined there was too much left to do at this point.

"I'll stay to make sure things keep running smoothly here with all the new Woodbury people," Rick said. "We're going to work on opening up a couple of cell blocks. Send out some recruitment teams to see if we can find a few more people out there."

"I heard Ty talkin' about somethin' similar at Woodbury," Daryl said.

"But you don't approve," Rick responded, filling in what he thought he heard in the short silence between Daryl's words.

"Didn't say that," Daryl said. "I'm just sayin' what I said before—gotta be careful about who we bringin' in. Be on guard if we got new people around. Same as we done when even the Woodbury people come here."

Rick hummed.

"I think we're all going to be careful," he offered. "I'll be in and out of Woodbury."

"I'm sure I'll be in and out of here," Daryl said.

"I mean on business," Rick said, "but—Lori's going to Woodbury."

It was the first end of the world divorce—at least as far as anyone knew. They'd gone to Hershel seeking advice, but the advice he'd given them had been pretty simple and straightforward.

If you can't be married, then don't be married. Divide up whatever you have in the fairest way possible. Try to remember that you once loved each other, even if now you don't like one another. If you couldn't communicate with each other in your marriage, learn to communicate in your divorce. Set each other free, but both of you should be there for your children.

"Space?" Daryl asked.

"It's probably for the best," Rick said. "At least a couple months. We'll see how things go between the communities. I might end up spending more time there later, but I think a little distance wouldn't be the worst thing."

"What about the kids?" Daryl asked.

"I'll keep a place there," Rick said. "There's more than enough room—and that's even without expanding the walls to take in a couple of the surrounding suburbs. I'll spend a couple of days a week there."

"Prob'ly for the best," Daryl offered.

Daryl had very little love for Lori and, really, he didn't hold a great deal of affection for Rick. They were all family—even if they were sometimes the kind of family that caused scenes over what was supposed to be picturesque family gatherings—and so he respected the bond that time had forced between them all.

Still, Rick seemed lighter in the number of hours since they had officially declared themselves as divorced.

"We goin'?" Sophia asked, getting Daryl's attention again by swaying in his arms. He held her so that he wouldn't drop her with her wiggling around.

"We're goin'," Daryl said. "As soon as they get the trucks loaded an' your ma's satisfied she's got all she wants out our cells."

"Mama's goin', too," Sophia said.

"Mama's goin' too," Daryl echoed, nodding his head.

"Daddy's goin'," Sophia said.

"Daddy's goin'," Daryl said.

"Sophia's goin'," Sophia offered.

Daryl laughed to himself.

"We all goin'," Daryl said. "You gonna sit in your mama's lap and I'ma drive one of them cars down there. Papa Hershel's goin', too, an' your Uncle Merle an' Andrea."

Almost as though saying her name had conjured the blonde up from thin air, Daryl heard her name shouted as it came from near the prison. It was yelled out, sharply, and Daryl immediately turned toward the sound and started in that direction. He knew the sound of aggression in someone's tone.

The person who had yelled out Andrea's name was Lori. Apparently, Andrea was trying to walk away from some kind of heated conversation that had begun inside the prison.

Andrea was carrying a box. She struggled under the weight of it a little, and Daryl assumed it was canned goods or something of the like since most of the personal items were already loaded on the truck but there were still supplies to be loaded. Lori was a few steps behind Andrea, empty-handed, and Daryl could practically see veins protruding from her forehead as she rushed after the blonde.

Lori caught Andrea's shoulder and turned her as Daryl neared them. He was already preparing to put Sophia down and demand she stay out of the way. Sophia, for her part, was doing her best to make Daryl aware that she didn't like what was happening—even though she wasn't entirely aware of what was actually taking place.

"I am NOT putting up with you today!" Lori barked.

Andrea laughed.

"That's why the hell we were moving to Woodbury," Andrea said. "We were hoping not to have to put up with you ANY day!"

Daryl didn't need to know what had started the argument, though he could have ventured a few guesses. He didn't need to know how long it had gone on or what, exactly, had triggered this particular piece of a probably long-term disagreement.

He knew that it had escalated, at that moment, about as far as it could go.

And before he could even find it in him in to put Sophia on her feet with her toys and get between the two women, Lori had reached out and slapped Andrea with a pop that very nearly echoed around the prison yard and gave the blonde whiplash.

The expression on Lori's face said she was as surprised at her actions as Daryl felt.

Frozen in his spot for a second, he held Sophia. He only got his mind about him when Andrea threw the box of canned goods in Lori's direction and then, without a word of warning, launched herself at the thin brunette.

Daryl had seen his share of catfights before. His brother had frequented places where people—males and females alike—never minded a good brawl.

And Lori had no choice except to hit the ground with the full weight of Andrea coming down on top of her.

Daryl put Sophia down and barked at her to stay out of the way before he dove in on top of them. Andrea was several good hits into the fight by the time he found a hold to get his hands around her waist, and then under her arms, and he was almost certain that Lori's only defense was to scratch, slap, and pull Andrea's hair.

"Don't make me hurt you!" Daryl growled at Andrea as she fought against being pulled loose from Lori. "Don't make me fuckin' hurt you! Break it the fuck up!"

Daryl was surprised, though, when instead of finding himself being helped, he felt himself practically being lifted and shook loose from Andrea. He stumbled backward as he took his feet again, rather unexpectedly.

Merle was still holding him at the back of his shirt.

"Don't break it up, brother," Merle growled. "Not yet. Been a long fuckin' time comin' an' you gotta let the bitches establish dominance 'fore the hell they move to a new territory."

"Good damned way to start the move to Woodbury," Daryl growled.

"Best damn way," Merle said with a laugh. He was clearly amused by the brawling.

The fight was already wearing down. The two women had gone at each other hard, but they were wearing themselves out quickly. Merle let go of the back of Daryl's shirt.

"Now we can break that shit up, lil' brother. I'll give you a hand. Time to get on the road—so you best go get your mouse soon as we get the two of them in different damn cars."