Chapter 69: Shovel


RPOV

~A few days ago~

Hearing a soft rapt on my door, I turned my head to look towards the noise. Once I saw Kat stood there, she entered without my say so. Then again, she didn't need it, not while I was getting my boots on. "Dad..." she called to me. "I need to talk to you."

How she spoke so cautiously, made me wonder what was so important to her. "What about?" I asked her, wondering if it had something to do with Daryl.

Funnily enough, it did have something to do with Daryl, just not the way I thought it was. "Daryl told me, that you think we shouldn't go out there and look for people..." Kat started, with a sad glimmer in her eyes. "He thinks your wrong," she stopped beside the wall, by the window. "And I do too," she had crossed her arms over her chest.

A look of stern concern on her features, made me realise she was being honest. She had stopped me from arguing with her with just saying those words of her own opinion that matched Daryl's.

Standing up, I shifted my watch a little and squinted at her. "You can't seriously think there are people out there, worth saving," I was surprised that Kat would think the same way Daryl had. "Worth bringing back here? Back to your brother, your sister...do you?" I questioned her.

It wasn't me questioning her sanity, more me questioning her better judgement. "There has to be good people out there still," Kat brought her hands to either sides of her hips, palms facing me and a shrug to her shoulders. "We need numbers if we're going to survive. You know that, it's how it worked for us and it still is working for us."

The point she was putting across, I could understand her views on it but I couldn't be budged. "I don't know if I can believe there are still good people out there," I sighed, my head bowing at the thought of her words.

I wanted to agree with her, to believe in people, but I couldn't take that chance, not anymore. Not after everything we had been through. "We were out there," Kat pointed out to me. "Morgan was out there," she listed those I trusted.

Feeling stumped, her mentioning us and Morgan, was a prime example of those of us that had been brought into Alexandria. "Are you saying that we aren't good people? That Morgan isn't a good person?" she questioned and when my eyes met her, I could already feel my mind beginning to see her view.

The only ones that could convince me, were Carl, Michonne, Glenn, Daryl and Kat. They were the ones who saw the good in everything. In everyone and had the most hope for those out there than I did.

The had more faith in the people of Alexandria than I did. And I wanted to believe it too. For Kat. For all of them.


PRESENT DAY...RPOV

It was early in the morning, myself and Daryl had agreed to go out there and go for a run. We needed supplies, food, medicine, anything we could find, we needed it. Noticing my belt was too loose, I had to cut another hole while I had been watching over Judith, who had been playing with a few red plastic cups we had stored for her.

A loud thud in the other room was vibrating against the walls. Taking my watch, I put it on and heard music playing in the next room. All of this was happening in Carl's room. As I was doing up my belt, Michonne slid out from around the corner.

Michonne was fresh from the shower. "Do you have any toothpaste left?" she asked me.

Fighting back a smirk, Michonne was always low on toothpaste, but it was mostly because she used everyone elses before using her own. "No, 'cause someone's been borrowing it every day for two weeks," I told her pointedly.

Rubbing cream into her hands, Michonne's hair was neatly wrapped in a towel, her body covered by a robe that kept her comfortable in front of us. "Kat?" I heard Michonne call for my daughter.

Slipping out from her room, she had fixed up a few of her buttons of her waist coat, her blouse one more fashionable than I remembered her ever wearing. It was like she was trying to keep an appearance around here, even if she had her own style when it came to living in this world where the dead walked the earth.

When she approached her friend, I saw Michonne flash Kat a look of pleading. "No Michonne, you've been using ours for the last two weeks before these two," Kat had caught her friend on the plea, the girls just knew how to speak to each other, just by using their eyes.

I was struggling to get my belt in the right place, the sound of the ball bouncing still echoed through the house. "Hey, Daryl?" I called to him, knowing he would have stayed the night with Kat. He had been doing it frequently.

"Rick," he called back after me, appearing around the corner as he shrugged on his vest with a look of shy curiosity on his face.

Neither of us had spoken about the nature of his relationship with Kat. They had been together this way for a while and I didn't mind it. No parent liked knowing their child was having sex in the next room but Daryl was good to Kat. He always had been.

When I saw him, I fought back a smile. "We'll be leaving in a few minutes, be ready," I warned him to which he grunted out a low response. "Before we go, check in with Denise. She's made us a list of what we need to find out there," I gave him a task to do, watching him check his ammo for a moment.

Nodding, he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Got it," he knew what his orders were now. "I'll go look for her now."

Before Daryl could take a step further from my daughter, she pulled him back and guided him to press a kiss to her lips lightly. He didn't fight it now but he did get awkward about doing that kind of thing in front of us still. "Be careful, both of you," Kat begged us to be safe.

For a second, Daryl looked to Kat, then to me from mostly, the corners of his eyes and then back to Kat. "Yeah," he grumbled before he went to run down the stairs and leave the building.

"Carl!" Michonne called my other child.

The music only got louder, only faintly masking Daryl's footsteps but it wasn't loud enough to mask the sound of the door shutting with a soft slam. "What?" I could hear Carl call to us. "Denise says it's PT," regardless what it was, the boy was ruining our conversations with the music and the ball bouncing.

"I can't hear you. Come on out," I advised my son to come out of his room and to talk to us face to face. Judith was fussing with the cup I had given her and was being a smart girl as she would pick it up and show it to me.

Stopping his bouncing, he walked out of the room and joined the three of us in the hall. "What?" he asked in a tone of questioning and slight irritation.

Michonne and Kat had been grinning ear to ear when they saw Carl coming out of his room. "Denise says this is PT," myself and Carl said at exactly the same time.

The look of surprise crossed Carl's expression as he held the ball up with a confused look on his face. "You heard me," for a second, I believed he was actually a little stunned I heard him, a content kind of amused too.

"Yeah," I chuckled before fixing everything on my belt in the right place, from holsters to all kinds of things. Kat wore a huge smile on her face as she glanced between us.

Michonne was leaning against the frame of my door with a smile on her face. "It's time to change your bandage," between her, myself and Kat, along with a few others, we were all taking care of Carl. All of us were making sure his eye wasn't infected. "And I need to borrow some toothpaste."

Reaching into my room, Kat put on a necklace she had stored on my dresser and smiled. "I can change his bandage," Kat offered to do it instead, leaving Michonne with the options to finish getting ready.

Tossing the ball to each of his palms, Carl didn't seem phased by who did and didn't do his bandages. "Okay, but I'm out of toothpaste," he warned Michonne that he neither had what she wanted. Passing me the ball, I caught it and put it to one side.

"You can borrow ours-" Kat was referring to hers and Daryl's. Now the pair shared everything. "But only one time, last time you used up more than half because of the one time we said yes," Kat warned her best friend with a finger rose up to show she was meaning serious business.

Turning her attention to Carl, she gestured to his room. "Come on buddy, let's go change that bandage," Kat then spoke to her brother confidently.

Almost instantly, Carl showed me his back. "Bye, Dad," they called to me, at the same time, as both of them left to go into his room, for Kat to do his bandages.

Going to pick up Judith, I had to take the cup off her first. "I'll see you kids later," I replied to them. "Come on, sweetheart," I said to Judith as I lifted her up into my arms.

Bouncing Judith on my hip, she was calm and happy. Offering her a pacifier, she took it with eagerness. "You be good out there," Michonne warned me, as I strolled over to the door.

Moving out of my way, Michonne had been edging closer to the bathroom, to more than likely brush her teeth using Kat and Daryl's toothpaste. "Yeah, we'll see. And thank you," I had said all briefly and shortly to her.

I was thankful she was staying home, looking after Carl, after Kat and Judith while I was gone with Daryl. Lately, she had been helping for us to keep this family together, her and Daryl. "Oh," Michonne clapped her hand with mine and just as I was about to pass her, she stopped me. "Spearmint and baking soda. That's my favorite," she informed me.

Glancing back at her, she was pointing at me, making sure I didn't forget her very specific request. "Soon as I get it, you will," I assured her if I found it, she would have it. Handing Judith over to Carol, she was just finished making breakfast and had told me Daryl took some of it and ran out. Funnily enough, I did the same.


DPOV

Leaving the house, I went to pick up the list from the infirmary, Rosita was there, told me that Denise had left to go for a walk. Accepting it, I left the building and began reading the list as I was making my way over back to Rick.

Reading something strange off the list, I wondered what the Doctor was referring to. "Hey," I called to her once I spotted her on her way back to the infirmary.

"Yes?" she was making her way over to me.

Taking the note, I was making my way over to her, showing her the paper that she'd left for us. "This thing at the bottom right here," I was indicating to the item on her list. "You're talking about the drink, right?" I asked, remembering the brand that I once drank on very rare occasions. It wasn't my favourite but at times, it had to do.

Glancing to the paper, she looked to where my thumb was pointing. "I am, but..." she paused.

Something told me she was about to say exactly what I was thinking. "It's not medical," I pointed out to her a little unsure why she wanted us to get this drink.

Only explanation I had, was maybe she was a fan of the soda. "No, I drew a line between the important stuff and that," she was hesitating to speak, like she struggled to form words. "I just figured, if you saw it," she was very nervous to speak to me.

Something to me, told me that perhaps she was nervous to talk to anyone sometimes. Or maybe, she found me fairly intimidating with how I was. "Alright," I agreed to it.

She looked me directly in the eye but would keep glancing at the paper in my hand. "Anything remotely medical is a priority," she informed me that what she'd put on the list added on, wasn't urgently needed.

"And food, maybe even food before medicine, and gas or batteries or books for the kids or clothes is just-if you see it, if it just happens to, you know, be right there," she just didn't know how or when to stop talking.

To me, the Doctor must of liked it, she had to. "You like it, right?" I questioned her, wondering if this was a personal, specific request she was making for herself.

Instantly, Denise shook her head at me. "No, I don't drink pop," she said in a soft tone.

Confused as to what she meant, I didn't comprehend what 'pop' was. The only pop I knew, was my old man. "What the hell's 'pop'?" I didn't know what 'pop' referred to in the conversation we were having currently.

I couldn't make a relation to it. "Oh, I'm originally from Ohio," she excused herself, which then made everything click. Pop was their word for Soda.

Although, if it weren't for her, it made me curious as to who it was for. "Why you want it?" I asked her, wanting to know why she'd want something so specific if she didn't like it.

"Tara was talking about it in her sleep, I think. Either she likes it or she doesn't, but if she likes it, it'd be a really nice surprise," she had at first, hesitated to tell me but then when I heard this, I knew it was instantly for Tara.

She would adjust her glasses and point to me indirectly as she gestured to me. "I'm not good with that kind of stuff, and she and Heath are going on that two-week run. I just thought it'd be a nice going-away present," she blabbed on about how she wanted to go out of her way in making us risk looking for it for her.

The thought though, was a nice one, made me wonder if I should do something like that for Kat one day. "Just, uh, don't go out of your way. And if it gives you any trouble..." she was stating that we didn't need to find it but it was a nice thought if we did.

"I won't," I assured her that if it was a hassle or I couldn't get it because of something, then I would leave it.

Waving our hands in front of us in a surrendering pose, it made me accept her conditions to it all. "Okay, good, 'cause it's not important. I should've said so instead of just drawing a line," she fumbled as we finally parted from each other.

"Got it," I accepted her request, keeping it in mind while me and Rick would be on our travels. As I made my way back to the front gates, I knew I'd meet with Rick there.


RPOV

Finally meeting with Daryl by the car, we got in and briefly spoke about the list and if he got it. As we left, it was Eugene who was opening up the gates for us. "I mapped out some of the agricultural supply places in the area. Even if they've been cleaned out, my bet is that the sorghum would be untouched," he spoke as he leaned into Daryl's open window, having handed him the map before we could leave.

Daryl showed the map to me, glancing to me briefly. "Now, that there is a criminally underrated grain that could change the game with our food situation from scary to hunky-dunky," the way he used his words, how he spoke to us and how Daryl looked at him, Eugene hadn't stopped talking since the second he got to our window.

When he noticed us staring, I think he got the message. He needs to get to the point. Fast. And he needs to stop adding words to make himself sound smarter. "I'm talking standability, drought tolerance, grain-to-stover ratio that is the envy of all corns," he explained why he spoke so highly of whatever he had to talk to us about. "Think about it."

Eugene was mostly looking to me but thankfully, Daryl answered while I looked away. "Thank," Daryl looked as confused and bored as I was.

"Alright. Okay," Eugene mumbled before moving away, leaving us to drive off and go on our search for supplies.


DPOV

Turning into the road, I had put the map into the glove department for now and had let Rick drive us wherever he wanted to lead us. "Today's the day," he said, confident in himself as we drove down the road.

Propping my elbow onto the window frame, I chewed on the skin of my thumb. "Uh-huh," I grumbled with him, not finding the right words to say around him.

Rick was keeping his eyes mostly on the road but when he'd look over at me, it was mostly to squint over at me. "We're gonna find food, maybe some people. The law of averages has gotta catch up," he felt sure of this.

The way he sounded, he sounded like Kat. All hopeful that maybe things will turn out good for us. I wasn't sure about it. Chewing on my cheek, my thumb falling out of my mouth and to rest in the air. "I don't know. We ain't seen nobody for weeks," I commented.

Since the day the wolves attacked, the day I had been captured and helped Dwight, Sherry and Tina, we hadn't seen anyone on the roads. We hadn't seen anyone out there surviving. For me, it was a blessing no one was around. "Maybe we ain't gonna find nobody. Maybe that's a good thing," I was rubbing my upper lip using my finger.

Deep in thought, I had hoped I would never see Dwight again because if I did...I would surely kill him for betraying me.

Feeling Rick's eyes on me for just a minute, he then picked up the disk and debated putting it in for only a second. "Don't. Don't. Please don't," I begged of him.

Ignoring me, begging him not to do it. He played the disk and it was one that I had been hearing nearly every day for the past week since Rick found it. "Give me the downbeat, maestro," the music played. "I want to lay it on the line. 'Cause everything I do, I wanna do it in double time. When I take a ride-"

Rick had been turning the music up and clicking his fingers together. "Draws 'em away from home!" was Rick's only explanation as I stared at him with a deadpanned, angry expression.

The music itself was atrocious but I had to put up with it. I begged him not to play it but he was happy to irrirate me once again and play the disk another time. "Hear me? Action-packed. Well, if your music's gonna move me. Well, I just gotta feel the beat..." the music continued as we raced to our destination.


KPOV

Learning to cook the recipes that Carol knew how to make, she was telling me each step as we worked together to make a famous casserole together. As I was dealing with cutting stuff, Carol was making sure to get the sauce done. "How have things been?" Carol asked me out of the blue.

Focusing on what I was cutting, my eyes were glued to the food between my fingers. "Carl's getting better, improving on the little sight he has left," I informed her of how that was going. "Dad seems...more hopeful," I shrugged a little.

Lately, dad had been appearing brighter, like he was more hopeful since Carl woke up. "Judith is growing so quickly, it's hard to keep up with it," I laughed. At the mention of her name, Judith squealed at me from her cot, where she was playing with a plush toy.

"Michonne is fine," my eyes were glued as I went down a list of those I had surrounding me at almost all times. "I'm fine," I assured Carol I was well. "And you know how Daryl is," I didn't really need to comment on my boyfriend.

Carol and Daryl were sometimes closer than me and Daryl were. I was sure that Daryl and Carol were as close as myself and Carl were. They had a family bond that resembled what me and Carl shared. "Yeah, I do," Carol was adding spices as she didn't even need to taste it. "How are you and Daryl by the way?"

Her eyes briefly glanced to me, like she was hesitant to ask me. "Like...our relationship?" I questioned what she meant by that.

Tilting her head slightly, Carol's eyes were soft but they held a glimmer of mischief in them. "No, your social skills," she jested at me. "Yes, your relationship...dummy," she laughed as she replied to my question thrown back to hers.

Putting all the ingredients we needed that I had chopped into separate bowls, Carol seemed pleased by my work and effort to help her. "It's...really good actually," I couldn't resist the urge to grin at the mention of how me and Daryl were, now that we'd made it official between us. "Thank you for asking," I was touched that Carol had asked me this.

"Have you two used the L word yet?" Carol sprung on me, which left me feeling a little stunned.

Instantly, I laughed out awkwardly. "Woah," was all I could say at first. "No. No way. Not yet," I eventually answered her lightly. As much as I did care for Daryl, we only made things official between us, silently and the ones that knew, could tell without either of us needing to scream it to everyone.

Daryl had spent nearly every night in my bed, he became more comfortable kissing me in public and the public displays of affection were brief but they were enough to show me he cared. It could have been a kiss, a touch of hands, a bump of our shoulders or him letting me rest my head on his shoulder. Anything. It made everyone around is realise we were finally, together.

"Too early, I mean, it took what felt like forever for me and Daryl to just kiss..." I commented on the pace we had gone before we made it official. "I'm not going to rush anything, not with how Daryl is either," which was the last thing I wanted to do to him.

Rushing Daryl, wasn't my plan and whenever we were ready, we would surely say the L word. At our pace. "Being with him, that's enough for me for now," I was over the moon just being as close and cared for as I was with him.

Carol processed the words I said to her. "Mmm," she hummed in light agreement with me.

My eyes rose to look to her, she had stopped what she was doing to rest her hand on her hip. Her eyes were glued to me. "I can feel it, that's all that matters to me," I stated. Even if he didn't say it, I felt it. I felt loved.

Continuing with cooking, Carol took over and chopped up a few things herself, wanting them to be a certain size and showing me the ropes. "Smart. I don't see Daryl being the kind of guy to just blurt his feelings like that so...openly," Carol commented while her eyes were glued to her fingers and the knife.

"Doesn't sound like him at all," Carol's little smile made me reflect the same smile to myself.

The thought of Daryl telling me he loved me, after only being official for roughly almost a month, I didn't want to rush him into saying anything. We were going at the speed we wanted to go. "My point exactly. One day at a time, that's how we're taking it," I agreed with Carol. Myself and Daryl, we were living in the moment.


RPOV

The song had been going on for about forever, according to how Daryl just didn't look me in the eye anymore. Deciding to go the way Eugene decided we should take, the route was decent and not far. Driving backwards, we rode to the right, instead of forward. We had seen the Sorghum store not far in the distance.

It wasn't going to kill us to have a look. Driving up to it, I parked up out the front and I walked straight towards the back, Daryl was hanging back a little, fiddling with his backpack a little. Checking it out, I wanted to glance inside, to see if we were safe. "Hey, hold up. It's best to be safe," Daryl didn't want me going in or going anywhere alone. "You cover it?"

"Yeah," I assured him we were safe from the back. When Daryl finally pulled the door to slide up, I held up my gun, ready to fire it at anything that moved. Checking the sides of the truck, we were safe. "Yeah, we're good," I was stating, once we were in the clear. "One more time?" I was suggesting he open the next rolling shutter door.

"It ain't locked," Daryl pointed out, holding the crowbar he was using to pry the doors open.

As soon as he rolled up the door, he jumped back, knife in hand, ready to fight. Getting beside him, I aimed up and went to shoot at anything that moved. Instead, we came across a jackpot unlike any other.

"Well, how about that?" I was pleased with our find as I lowered my gun. "The law of averages," this is what I had meant to him earlier today.

There was food, drinks, all kinds of things we could use. "Yep," Daryl was the first one to climb up and glance through some things.

Climbing up after he jumped down, I checked inside one of the open boxes and was pleased to see Michonne's favourite toothpaste was stashed in here. "Let's get this thing going, grab our gear, come back for the car later. Take another way back. See what we can see," I told Daryl the plan.

Climbing down, once I dropped the toothpaste down on the pile, I watched as Daryl climbed up to tug the door down. "Think it'll start?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I do," I finally felt like this was just the start of a good day. Chuckling, I shook my head and could hardly believe our luck. "Sorghum," I grumbled the name with a small smile on my lips. Staring at the bottom of the truck as Daryl tugged the door to seal shut.


DPOV

Driving along, we came across a gas station and I had hope that maybe we could find something useful here. Asking Rick to stop, he took my request and gradually parked up close to it. Trying to get in, I couldn't enter but I did find a vending machine outside. Tapping it a few times, I saw Rick in the distance, glancing to the gas station.

"Yo, give me a hand with this," I called over to Rick, who eventually came to my side and cleared my throat. "Let's flip it over," I told Rick once he finally got to my side.

Pushing against it, it did lift but it wasn't enough to flip it. Feeling the machine push against us, it slammed down, it collided against the floor hard. "I don't think we got it," Rick said, shaking his hand off. It had been the same one that I knew he cut weeks ago.

Stepping away from the side I was on with Rick, I glanced from Rick, to the vending machine and then to the truck. Then, it was back to the vending machine and back to Rick. "I got an idea," I told him when something came to mind.

Leaving him, he followed me shortly after, helping me with chaining the vending machine. We had to lift it, at either sides to get the chains around it. As soon as Rick drove, he flipped it over and I whistled to get him to stop.

Inspecting the machine, I could see all kinds of candy and sodas in there. I could even see Kat and Carl's favourite snack. A Big Cat. Taking all that they had of that snack back home with us, was what I thought the more there was, the happier Carl, Kat and Michonne would be.

Approaching me, Rick glanced inside the vending machine and squinted at it. "It's soda and candy. Why the trouble?" Rick asked me, confused as to why we did this for some snacks and sodas.

If this makes Denise, Tara, Kat and Carl happy...then it was no trouble at all. In my mind, I was sure Rick hadn't seen the chocolate bar behind all the dust and dirt. "It wasn't any trouble," I stated that this was nothing.

Suddenly, a figure came out of nowhere, running straight to Rick and bumping into him. Rick had grunted and my gun instantly came up. Rick's came up shortly too, once he regained himself after being slammed into the vending machine.

Taking off his safety, myself and Rick rose our guns at the mysterious man. "Hi," the stranger greeted us.

"Back up! Now!" instantly, I didn't like this guy. He wore a cloth to cover his face, heavy, dark leather clad clothing, gloves and a beanie.

I didn't trust him, not with how he was alone and bumped into us really randomly. This feels a little too convenient to me. "Keep 'em up!" Rick ordered through a growl.

The guy had his hands up the second we raised our guns at him, surrendering to us before we could shoot him. "Whoa, easy, guys," he tried to calm us down. "I was just running from the dead," he made some excuse for himself.

Even if he was telling the truth, I doubted everyone now. "How many?" I asked him, staring him directly in the eyes.

His faint blues would glance between me and Rick. Rick took a few steps back as to check to see if it were true, while I kept him at close proximity. "10, maybe more. I'm not risking it. Once it gets to double digits, I start running," he informed us.

I still didn't trust him, he was having trouble to look me directly in the eyes and something about him was off to me. "Where?" I continued my interrogation.

The guy was out of breath, like he had ran a marathon but the guy hardly had broken a sweat. "About a half a mile back," he informed us. "They're headed this way. You probably have about 11 minutes," he warned us.

Lowering his gun, Rick trusted him but I didn't. "Okay, thanks for letting us know," he thanked the guy as he put his gun back into his holster.

Never removing my gun from his face, I didn't know if I believed him. He was too clean, too perfect to have ran half a mile. "Yeah. There's more of them than us, right?" the guy tried to act like he was a team player.

"Gotta stick together. Right?" he wondered but got no response from us. Lowering my gun, he seemed harmless but it didn't mean I trusted him. "You have a camp?" he asked us.

Thinking over the answer, didn't take me at all long. "Nah," I lied. I don't trust him. I'm going to do whatever I need to in order to keep the ones back home, safe.

"Do you?" Rick countered his own question back at him.

The guy's breath was slowly returning back to normal but not normal enough. It seemed all to staged to me. "No," he answered us. "Sorry for running into you," the stranger apologised. "I'm gonna go now. If this is the next world, I hope it's good to you guys," he wished us luck.

Turning his back on us, he went in the opposite direction from where he came from. "I'm Rick. This is Daryl," Rick introduced us without my say in it. "What's your name?" Rick asked of the stranger.

Stopping in his small jog, he pulled the mask down and showed us his face. "Paul Rovia," he answered us, by telling us his name. "But my friends used to call me Jesus. Your pick," he spread his arms out at either sides of him.

It was like he was offering us a choice, or some kind of deal. I didn't know what to make of this guy but the vibe he gave me, was one I didn't like. "You said you didn't have a camp. You on your own?" Rick asked him.

"Yeah," Jesus answered Rick's question. "But, still, best not to try anything," he threatened us.

Not liking this guy one bit, he was too cocky and smart mouthed to have been alone. "Best not to make threats you can't keep, either," I warned him back. He had no idea what we were capable of.

His eyebrows rose a little before falling. "Exactly," he agreed with me.

He turned around and began jogging towards the back of the gas station. "How many walkers-" Rick went to ask him the first of the three questions we had in place. It was our way of getting to know people.

It was our way, of bringing them back home. "No, not this guy," I cut him off, not wanting this guy coming back home with us. Already, I couldn't stand him, I didn't think I could support his presence if he stayed in Alexandria for two whole minutes.

Rick ignored me. Like he didn't comprehend why I wasn't as accepting of new people back to our home like I was before. "How many walkers have you killed?" Rick asked him again, without interruption.

The guy hadn't stopped. "Sorry, gotta run," he apologised as he dashed away from us. "You should, too. Think you've got about seven minutes," he warned us but what perplexed me, is if he ran from behind the gas station, why did he run back behind it?

Nothing made sense to me. Especially not Rick willing to let this guy go back with us. "What the hell was that?" I questioned Rick and his own sanity a little. He didn't want me to bring people back and now he wants to? Doesn't add up to me.

"He was clean. His beard, it was trimmed. There's more going on there," he listed off all the things he noticed about the guy's appearance. We had been out on the road, alone, we knew what we all looked like after a time like that.

Remembering what he wore, I noticed he didn't carry either. "He didn't have a gun, either," I pointed out.

Nothing made sense to me. "We could track him, watch him for a while, get to know more. See if he's really alone. Maybe bring him back," Rick was listing all the things we could do and for me, it was all the things I didn't want to do.

The thought of the guy going back home with us, made me want to gouge my eyes out. "Nah, guy calls himself Jesus," I didn't like the thought of a guy who thought he was holy should stay with us. What sounded like gunshots echoed in the distance.

Sneaking towards the sound quickly, our guns were up and we were alert, ready. As we got closer, the sounds of gunshots became sounds of popping. Rounding a corner, we found the source of the noise setting off smoke in an empty barrel. "Firecrackers," Rick informed me of what the noise was.

"Hell," I grumbled at the same time Rick let out a soft 'Shit' and lowered my gun.

Everything started adding up for me. He bumped into Rick, not into me, he surrendered instantly, he hardly looked us in the eyes while he spoke and he ran to the back of the gas station. Everything made sense now. "He swiped your keys, didn't he?" I asked Rick.

I was safe to assume it because the second he pat down his pocket, he felt it was gone. "Oh, shit!" he shouted as we both ran back to the truck.

Just as we got there, Jesus had climbed in and started the truck. "Sorry!" he yelled at us as he drove off, dragging the vending machine with him.

Slowing our run, we stood on the road, staring at the truck disappearing into he distance. "Shit," was all Rick said to the situation we had put ourselves in. Shit is right, Rick. Shit is right.


MPOV

Leaving Kat and Carol to take care of both dinner and the baby, it was my shift to take at the guard post. Climbing up, I had been up there for roughly an hour when I saw the figure of a man slipping into the woods, a shovel on his back. Climbing down, I had to ask Tara to take my shift for a while, so I could check in on someone. Tara had agreed to take it, understanding my concern for whoever it was out there.

Finally catching up with who it was roaming in the woods, I had seen it was Spencer, he was close to facing off a walker that was snarling between the trees. "Come on," Spencer was encouraging the walker to step out and face him.

I wasn't sure what he was doing there but as ready as he was, he was panting with fear. His shoulders slumped when he saw the walker appear from between the leaves. "I got him," I assured the guy as I walked past him.

Taking out my sword, I easily swung it and sliced the walker's head off. "You think I couldn't get it?" Spencer asked me.

Turning to face him, I was curious as to why Spencer was out here, alone and with a shovel on his back. I had hope he wasn't here to dig his own grave. "You could've. I have a sword," I made up my excuse as to why I saved him.

Not removing his gaze off mine, he seemed a little disappointed but mindful of it all. "Mm," he hummed. "What are you doing out here?" he asked me why I was out here.

The fact he was asking me, was the funny thing. As I was thinking the exact same thing. "I was on guard. I saw someone was in the woods," I explained how I had suddenly took it upon myself to venture out into the woods. "What are you doing out here?" I asked him the same thing back.

Approaching me with slow, small steps, Spencer's eyes were glued to his feet. "I walk after my shifts. I've been doing it for a while," he informed me of his new little routine. "You're the first one to notice," he was a little shocked to find I had paid attention.

"Why the shovel?" I wondered after glancing to what was tied to his back.

A soft sigh left him. "I'm gonna keep walking now," he warned me that he was ending the conversation as he went to walk past me and into the woods.

If he thought I was going to let him go alone, he was wrong. "I'm gonna come with you," I signed myself up to whatever he had planned to do out here. I was going to keep him safe.

Deanna wanted us to look after Spencer, to take care of him, like he was one of our own. He didn't stop walking and I didn't turn to watch him. "That's okay," he called out to me but didn't turn back.

Taking a deep breath, I needed to get him to stop. To get him to think about what he was doing. "Your mom told me I had to figure out what I want...for my whole life," I mentioned the one person who possibly meant everything to him, even now that she was gone.

Hearing the mention of his mother, was the only way he stopped. "Have you?" he wondered if I finally had it figured out.

When I had heard him turn to face me, I turned to look at him too, only slightly, like he had. "I'm working up to it," I answered him. "Right now I just want to find out why her son's wandering around the woods with a shovel," my main concern, was him. A sad smile appeared on his features but it was calm. When he turned and walked off, I followed him at a short distance.

If Deanna was here, she wouldn't want her son going out here on his own. She would want him to be smart and safe. She would want me to protect him.


CPOV

Climbing over the walls, myself and Enid still rebelled against the rules Alexandria. Escaping, it was our way of being free, of being out there and without permission. We were kids, so we should act like it, or so I thought. Strolling through the woods was quiet, the sun was shinning and Kat was keeping Judith safe at home.

I had nothing to worry about, other than keeping myself and Enid safe. "Look," Enid spoke to me, bringing me back to the moment and out of my semi alert state.

She had crouched down, picked up a plastic bag that had a note in it. She tried to read it but it looked a little faded as I glanced at it. "What's it say?" I wondered what the person had to say that left the note here.

"It got wet. It's all gone," Enid actually sounded a little disappointed about this.

Glancing out, I didn't want us out in the open for too long. "Come on," I said, leading her back on our trail to where our stuff was.

All that we had, were a few snacks and some magazines stashed away in the crates while we sat there for hours, doing nothing but be out here. "It doesn't look that old," Enid said as she followed me, still holding onto the plastic sealing and the note.

"Yeah?" I asked her as I slowed my pace to match hers as she tried to read it.

Just talking to Enid, it soothed me, made me feel comfortable around her. She was the first girl since Lizzie or Sophia I could hang out with. Sophia was a good friend. Lizzie was...weird and Enid was cool. Too cool sometimes.

"I mean, we can't read what they wrote, but just by doing this, they're saying something," Enid sounded to be positive about whatever the person had said in their message.

How Enid was so hopeful, I could tell she had spent plenty of time with Kat and Glenn during her return back to Alexandria after the wolves attacked. "What?" I wondered just what message she could predict they wrote.

"'We're not alone,'" was the message Enid picked up on when it came to all of this.

She had let out a soft, proud chuckle and it made me wonder just what Glenn, Kat and Enid discussed on their way home. "We knew that. We saw it. People died," I reminded her of the awful thing that happened to us when other people found our home.

Enid didn't appear to be amused by my comment. "Why are we coming out here?" she asked me in a tone I hadn't heard before.

She loved coming out here. Reminded her of the danger that eventually came for all of us. I thought this was what she wanted. "'Cause we're kids. It's what they do," was my only explanation.

At our age, we were supposed to do stupid stuff. We were supposed to be young, foolish and reckless. It wasn't the easiest when we tried to survive but we already lost so much of our childhood, that it mattered what we did now.

Enid let out a soft sigh. I was leading the way as she hung back a little. "We're not kids," she disagreed with me. But we carried on walking deeper into the woods.


RPOV

Running for what felt like forever, sweat was dripping down our faces, our chests, our backs and in the distance, we could see the vending machine had come off. Chasing down to it, we slowed but I took a few steps more ahead.

Looking at the trail, I was set to get that truck back. We needed it. That had so much food. Daryl was hunched over, taking out the crowbar and began his attack on the vending machine.

At the very least, it would be of use to us while we got something to drink and eat before we were on the chase again. As soon as the glass smashed, Daryl reached into the machine and began taking out all of it. "Three Big Cats," he announced.

After hearing the snack he mentioned, I knew they were my kids favourite, same as it was Michonne's. I finally joined the dots. Kat, Carl and Michonne. Those three would get that snack. "And this was a special request from the doctor," he showed me a can of what appeared to be a couple of cans of orange soda. The third can had already burst.

Opening up one, he took a long few gulps of the drink before offering it to me to drink from too. "Hey, whatever she wants," like he had said, it was no hassle. "She saved Carl's life," the fact she did this, meant she was on my good books.

The fact she saved Carl and was someone I didn't know, or trust until she saved him, it proved good people were there to find. "We didn't know her, and she turned out to be alright," I complimented the doctor before taking a few gulps of the sugary substance. "If there's still people out here, and they're still people, we should bring 'em in."

One bar of a Big Cat was opened, a piece of the glass had sliced it open. Taking one half, Daryl chewed on the snack that made me think of my kids back home. "What, like this guy?" Daryl grumbled, speaking of the guy, Jesus we had met back at the gas station.

As he chewed, he would lick his teeth clean. Offering me the other half, it made me hide a smirk. Just like Kat and Carl. We're sharing this one. "No, fuck this guy," I growled as I threw the piece in and chewed as quickly as I could the chocolate snack.

Handing him back the can of soda, Daryl almost finished it. Memories of my kids flooding me with each bite. Walking over to the vending machine, I took a look inside and saw some mints at the bottom. Deciding to take a packet for Michonne, I knew it was better than going back empty handed.

Just in case, she would still have the taste of fresh spearmint in a snack. At least, there was that, if we couldn't get the truck back. "We still got a trail," Daryl offered me the last of the can.

Tilting my head back, I drank the remains that was left in the can. Once it was done, I squeezed it in my palm and chucked it to one side. "Let's go," I ordered as we began running once more. We were on the trail now, for Jesus and our stuff. We needed that stuff.


CPOV

Sat calmly at our log, we had a little set up, of food, of comic books and such left for us to come to. We had been sat there a while, enjoying the sounds of nature and the silence of the world around us. Offering me a bite of chocolate we had stashed, I took it and chewed on it silently.

The sounds of leaves rustling had me place my comic book to one side and my body jolt up, my gun in hand. "Come on," Enid on the other hand, had ran and hidden behind a tree. If I hadn't crouched down, gun in my hand, watching to see what approached us, she would of possibly ran back home.

The rustling continued and what I had seen between the leaves, was none other than the figures of Spencer and Michonne, trailing closely behind him. "It was just Michonne and Spencer," I alerted Enid of the situation once they were gone.

"What were they doing?" she asked me.

Seeing the direction they went, neither of them spotted us. Getting up, I turned to face Enid and saw her waiting there. "Walking. I don't know," I answered her the best I could.

Neither of us could mind read and I didn't know what Michonne was doing, other than she was supposed to be on watch. Seeing Spencer though, with the shovel on his back, made me think she was only out here to watch over Spencer.

Putting my gun back in my holster, I went back to sit down and read my comic book. I had half expected Enid to join me. "I don't want to come out here anymore," Enid had pulled me out of my small musings.

The fact she no longer enjoyed being out here, she would mostly try and avoid me so we didn't have to go out here. Or there were days she said she just had things she needed to do, I had sensed that something wasn't the same with Enid. "Okay," I accepted it.

In that moment, I had put everything away and put my hat back onto my head. Leading us down a new path back home, I had kind of wanted to find Michonne along the journey back. A low snarling was heard after a few moments of us walking through the woods.

It was a walker I could see briefly between all the leaves and branches. "Carl," Enid called to my as my body instinctively went towards the sounds of the walker.

Running through my mind, was the thought of Michonne facing it when I knew I could instead. I knew Michonne could handle herself, but I knew I could too. "Michonne's out here. I'm not leaving it," I didn't listen to Enid's warning.

Whistling to the walker, it gradually turned to the faint noise I had made. When my eye finally caught sight of the walker. It became clear who it was. Who it once was. "No," Enid was just as shocked as I imagined she would be once she recognised it.

Something inside me, needed to get its attention. "Hey, come on," I called to her, to the walker.

I felt Enid shuffle closer to me. "What are you doing?" she asked me softly, concern in her voice.

"Come on," I tried again, a little louder as it began approaching us.

Enid only got more angry the more I encouraged it to come closer to us. I could feel the panic rising in her. "What are you doing?" her voice was firmer as she repeated the same question again.

Compelled to bring this walker with me, I now realised what Spencer was doing out here and why Michonne was with him. "Just go," I encouraged her to leave me.

"We should kill it," Enid was determined to end it's existence. But I couldn't let her.

I wouldn't let her. "Go home," I said a little firmer this time. She had taken her knife out when I had briefly glanced behind me.

Her eyes were glued to the walker, like she was determined to kill it. "No," she argued with me.

Getting tired of the bickering, I was hoping she'd just listen to me and go back. "Enid," I tried to get her to stop, to not argue further with me. Although, Enid had other plans.

Enid was going to let this continue. "This is bullshit. It should be dead," she snarled, hating the fact I was refusing to kill it. It wasn't us. This wasn't meant for us. The second she took a step ahead of me, I took her arm and held on, pulling her back to where she once stood.

When her eyes stared to my face, I felt her tugging against my hold but I wouldn't let her go. I couldn't let her go. "Let go," she yelled for me to let her be free.

Not wanting to fight against her, to force her back, I just wanted her gone, somewhere safe. "Just leave," I yelled at her. The walker was slowly approaching us, with its bad leg, it took a while longer than we expected.

For a second, I had looked to Enid but when her eyes softened, the walker grabbed her shoulders. Dragging Enid behind me, I shoved the walker back using the full force of my body from my bicep to my elbow.

Watching it fall, I was glad Enid was now safe. She was behind me and I was watching the walker fumble to get up. "You're not killing it," I was going to stop her if I had to.

Determined to let it live, it had its journey to go before it could be killed. I understood why Michonne and Spencer were out here now. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Enid was angry, confused as to why I was doing this.

Not being able to look behind me, to look at her, I knew my motivations. All it mattered to, was to me and to those who needed to know. "You wouldn't understand," I trembled at the thought.

Spencer was out here, with a shovel because he was looking for this particular walker. The walker was growling, rolling and trying to get either me or to get up. It couldn't decide for itself. "You don't want to be out here. You said it," I repeated the words she said to me a little more bitterly than I anticipated at first.

Keeping my eyes on the walker, I wasn't going to let it get away. "So go home," I suggested she leave. Eventually, she walked off in silence and I knew that maybe, she would talk to me later about this. If she ever came out of whatever hole she hid in.


RPOV

Running after the tracks for what felt like forever, we eventually slowed down and Daryl had noticed the marks on the ground got a lot darker. Signalling for me to fall back and to lay low, we peered over the bump and found the guy trying to fix the truck that evidently come to a stop.

Panting, we sneaked into the woods and decided to come after him in different directions. Me from behind and Daryl from the front. Sneaking around the side of the truck, I was the one to initiate the fight by locking him in a tight hold once his back was to me after closing up the truck door.

"Hold still and maybe we won't hurt you," I warned him, as he wriggled a little in my hold but kept as still as he could.

He didn't resist me, instead, he surrendered, which made me question almost everything. "Sure thing," he agreed but the next thing I knew, he knocked me twice with his elbow in my gut. Making me grunt from pain.

His head came up to collide into mine. "Ah!" I yelled at the pain as he fought faster than I anticipated. Taking my wrist, he twisted me and himself so he was away from me before kicking me in the gut. This kick sent me flying in pain.

Never had I imagined this guy knew martial arts. As I tried to get back onto my feet, my ribs felt a little sore from the blows I had received. I could hear Daryl having a bit of a struggle as Jesus blocked Daryl and tossed him against the truck.

Rushing to stand up, I tackled him and shoved him against the ground. Daryl raced over to my side as the guy went to get to his feet too. Our guns coming up to be aimed directly at him. "This is done," I snarled.

The sound of a growling walker approached us. From behind Jesus, appeared a walker from between the trees. Jesus was laid out, flat on his back, panting and glancing between us as he propped himself up on his elbows.

There was a challenging look in his eyes. "Do you even have any ammo?" he asked and briefly, I glanced at Daryl. His eyes briefly on me for a moment before we both thought the same thing. Raising our guns, we both shot at the walker.

Echos of the shots we fired had surrounded us. Alerting Jesus, that we in fact, had ammo and plenty of it. "Okay," now that he had proof we weren't kidding him around, he accepted it. Our guns lowered to be aimed at him again. "You gonna shoot me over a truck?" he wondered.

Naturally, we wouldn't of killed him for just a truck, it was what it had inside it. There was enough to feed us all for many more weeks. "There's a lot of food on that truck," I stated the facts to him. "The keys, now," I ordered him.

Turning his palms over, it was like he was surrendering. "I think you know I'm not a bad guy," he tried to vouch for his life.

How he was so plainly claiming this after everything he did, it might not of been evil intentions but it wasn't good on him either. "Yeah?" I challenged him. "What do you know about us?" I questioned him, the threat wasn't light.

Myself, Daryl, we were capable of killing those that threatened us, threatened our lives that were at stake because of them. "Give me the keys," I said again as I moved the hammer down. "This is the last time I'm asking," I warned him.


KPOV

In search of Michonne, I came up with nothing. No one knew where she was and I went back home, with hope that maybe, Michonne would of made it back home by then. Having asked Carol to look after Judith for a few minutes, she agreed to it but who I found cuddling my little sister, wasn't the woman I saw as an aunt.

Instead, it was the woman I saw as a cousin, or a sister. Her hands caressed Judith's small face and for a second, I had hope it was Michonne, seeing as Carol was checking in on the food in the kitchen.

Slowing my steps, I gazed into the room and saw Maggie was sat with Judith on her lap. "Thought you were Michonne," I gently spoke, to not startle her with my sister in her arms. When she heard me, her head turned to my direction.

A small smile appeared on her face but her eyes were a little curious to hear my words. "She's still not back from her watch yet?" she wondered.

Leaning against the door, no one was home. Not Carl, not dad, not Michonne and Carol was busy checking in on the food. "Looks like she isn't," I commented. Normally, Michonne would take over for anyone if none of us were here.

The fact she wasn't back yet, was a bit of a curious matter to me. "Thanks for looking after Judith while I went to go look for her," I thanked her, even if I had asked Carol specifically to look after her. Knowing Carol, she must have asked Maggie for help.

"It's fine," Maggie reassured me. "I need to get used to looking after my own soon," she commented, which reminded me of the secret baby bump she'd been hiding for weeks from us. Or so I could imagine.

Hearing about her pregnancy from Glenn, was a huge surprise but the fact it was really happening, just hit me as I looked at her, holding Judith like the pro she was. "How is it coming along?" I asked her, wishing to know more about her and the baby.

Maggie had glanced between me to Judith, who had been clutching at the fabrics on her chest. Patting Maggie's chest, Judith was just interested in anything else that wasn't us. "Honestly...I don't know," Maggie answered with uncertainty.

Silence fell like a sheet over us. "I'm worried," she finally spoke after a few moments of silence. "Makes me remember the time your mom was pregnant with her," Maggie had glanced to Judith with a smile.

Judith's little palm came up to show it to Maggie, who had leaned in and blew on it, making my sister giggle. Seeing them together, was a nice sight, made me picture her with hers and Glenn's child.

Had she not mentioned my mother, I would of been content watching them. Mention of my mother, made my heart sink. Remembering the fact I never got to say goodbye to her, made her heart clench with sadness.

My eyes stared off, to a far away place. To the image of my mother behind my eyes every time I blinked. "She was terrified of giving birth, that maybe, she'd die or Judith wouldn't survive," Maggie explained what she had meant of the mention of my mother.

"What are you worried about?" I picked up on her words almost instantly.

Arms crossed over my chest, I was curious to hear just what was troubling Maggie. "If it's growing or not..." she had finally admitted to me and from what I'm guessing, myself alone. She'd not said this to anyone other than Glenn.

"I've seen my mother pregnant before, I've seen many women pregnant before in my life..." I spoke up after a few seconds of silence had left us. Her eyes were on Judith but then slowly rose to meet my gaze.

How she feared for hers and the baby's life, I had to try to soothe her. "And you, remind me much of that healthy glow my mom got when she had Carl," I had a vivid memory of my mother's natural glow when she was with Carl.

I remembered the glow she had after having us, it was like being a mother suited her. And it truly did. "It'll grow, like all things...it just takes time," I did my best to comfort her, offering the softest of smiles to her.

"If you ever need someone to talk to, or something you need from out there, I'm always happy to help," I offered her help of any kind. In the past, she had retrieved many things for my mother and it was my turn to repay them.

Somehow, the way she looked at me, made me consider that maybe she understood where this came about. "Thanks Kat," Maggie had thanked me. "I really do appreciate it," her words were so sincere.

Rising to her feet, she slowly bounced Judith on her hip while approaching me carefully. "You know, before me and Glenn decided to take this step, we had a lot of practice to not take it," she began talking to me with a cryptic set of words.

Nothing made a huge bit of sense. "We were lucky, for a long time," she commented. "I can always tell you how we wound up so lucky all those times," she offered advice, which I instantly picked up on with how her eyes darted to mine.

When everything made sense, my eyes were glued to her. Maggie is offering me sex advice when it comes to me and Daryl, and babies. "It's just my way of offering my advice, whenever you want it," Maggie was being politely shy about it as I stared at her with a slight stunned look in my eyes.


DPOV

During the fight with Jesus, I had heard something explode in my back pack and felt it drip down my back. Once Jesus gave Rick the keys, Rick used the rope we had to tie Jesus up. Inspecting my backpack, the snacks I had taken were all soaked and sticky, or broken. The only ones salvageable weren't the ones Kat or Carl liked. Three, had become Big Cat left.

Examining the cans, they were squashed, burst from the impact of my back against the truck when Jesus threw me against it. "Damn it," I grumbled as everything dripped. From the backpack to the drink I had taken for Denise to give Tara.

Rick had been tying Jesus up enough to make sure he didn't try anything on us. "You're gonna leave me here like this? You're really gonna do that?" he questioned us.

Making sure they were tight enough but not too tight that he would have a hard time getting out of them, Rick wanted to give us time to leave this asshole behind. "Eh, the knots aren't that tight. You should be able to get free...after we're long gone," by the vibe I got off Rick, he didn't like this guy at all either.

There was just something completely off about him from the moment we met him. "Maybe we should talk now," Jesus was willing to negotiate, possibly bide himself some time. I wasn't going to fall for it.

Neither was Rick as he got up, took the keys and headed for the wheel. "Nah," I disagreed with him. "Here," I shook the can and tossed him the almost empty can of soda he ruined. "In case you get thirsty," I joked sarcastically as I left him and went to take my seat beside Rick.

Sitting beside him, Rick swung the keys around his finger, happy with the fact we got our truck back. Checking the drinks, only one was safe and it was still coated in the sticky stuff it was encasing. Rick chuckled, pleased with how things turned out.

Checking the snacks next, the final Big Cat was fine, only sticky. Glancing at the mirror beside me, I showed the guy my middle finger and propped my feet up on the dash board. "So long, you prick!" I shouted to him as Rick started the engine and drove us away from this place.


RPOV

Driving out, everything seemed normal, like we were right as rain. "I remember the Alamo, I don't recall who won. It's a long way-" I had cut off the music as Daryl began sharing one of the snacks he had taken from the vending machine, handing a piece to me.

Munching on the sticky, sweet substance, it felt like forever ago that I had this kind of food on my taste buds. Reminded me of simpler times with Lori, Kat and Carl. "Still worked out. Today still is the day," I was feeling confident in this.

Turning the volume up, Daryl was now the one hoping to drive all the walkers away during our ride for supplies. He no longer complained about the music as he followed my example now. It was a nice change to witness as he continued to devour the candy he had in his hands.

"In the Central Standard Zone. You were quiet like the TV, hung up like the telephone. You were sleeping next to me, I might as well have been alone..." the music continued but in the distance I saw something.

Whilst he handed me another piece, I had pointed with the chocolate in my hands to the distance. Where a barn still stood. "Hey, look at that," I encouraged Daryl to have a look at what I had spotted.

Gripping onto the support grip, Daryl leaned in to take a better look. "Yeah, a barn," he commented what he saw and seemed just as intrigued as I was to check it out. The sound of loud thudding as we turned in to get closer to the barn, began to sound a little distant.

"You hear that?" I wondered if Daryl could hear the thudding, even as it continued while we went over a few bumps in the dirt road.

Daryl had been the one to turn the volume down, the thudding continued and it sounded like it had come from above us. "I think that son of a bitch is on the roof," Daryl commented as the thudding got louder.

From the sounds of it, the guy was holding onto the roof for dear life as the road became too bumpy for him to hold his balance. "Hold on," I advised Daryl but wasn't advising the prick on the roof. Hitting the break as hard as I could, the tires screeched and the guy flew off the roof.

With a grunt, he rolled in front of us and luckily, had survived the fall. As he got to his feet, he panted and looked directly at us, before he ran away from us as fast as he could. Accelerating, I was going to catch this son of a bitch, one way or another.

"Mother-" Daryl on the other hand, had a different plan to mine.

Watching Daryl climb out of his seat and onto the ground, he was now going to chase Jesus down after the day he gave us. "Daryl! Daryl!" I called to him but he didn't listen. Instead, Daryl just ran and went after him.


DPOV

Jumping out from the car, I heard Rick was calling for me but I was going to get this guy. What his plan was, I didn't know but I didn't trust it. Seeing the guy dodging the truck as Rick drove, Rick was doing his best, breaking, backing up and parking up. I was trying to block Jesus from going anywhere. "We came to a conclusion, asshole!" I yelled after him, as I chased him down.

Rick had climbed out of the truck, but walkers were surrounding the farm, a tractor as they began appearing from behind a truck. "I got him!" I assured Rick that I had the asshole who was now climbing into our truck while Rick killed the walkers.

"Come here, you little shit!" I snarled as I grabbed the guy and began tugging to get him out of the truck. He had been attempting to take the truck again. Just as I thought I was winning, he took my gun out of my holster and aimed it at me.

The sound of the hammer clicking alerted me as I stepped back, hands raised. "Duck," Jesus warned me. Listening to him, I hardly heard the walker growling behind me until I heard the shot and heard it fall.

He had saved my life. Getting up, I glanced to the walker then nodded. "Thanks," I had appreciated him momentarily saving my life, only to continue the fight. Holding the gun, I punched him in the face and got back what was mine.

"That's my gun!" I argued possessively as we struggled against each other. I was trying to get him out the truck, while he was trying to stay inside it. "Come here!" I ordered as I tried to get a hold of him wherever I could.

Before I knew it, he had been dragging me into the truck with him and the vehicle was moving. "Uh, whoa!" he too felt the movement. Before we could go into the lake which was only a little off to the right, I dragged him out with me forcefully.

It was as though he had wanted to escape from the moving truck. Jumping out, we both landed on the ground hard. I heard a small grunt but quickly tried to get back up, when I went to check on him, I had thought for a moment he was pretending he was out.

Cautious as I moved closer, I kicked him to roll over, gun aimed at him. As soon as he was rolled over, I knew he really was out, stone cold. Everything happened far too fast, as the truck slowly rolled away into the lake and sank. "You alright?" Rick asked me once he got to my side.

There was no way we could save the truck now, as the last bubble floated up to the top. "Yeah," I answered him. "Law of averages. That's bullshit, man," I grumbled, there was never any luck. Lately, it was just all bad luck we'd been having.

Glancing at him, Rick too look disappointed about everything that just happened today. "Let's go check them cars, get the hell out of here," was the only plan we had left.

Turning to leave, I took only a few steps before Rick called over to me. "What about the guy?" he asked me what the plan was for him.

Rick's eyes were focused on Jesus as he laid there, stone cold, flat out, knocked out. "What about him?" I retorted.

"Well, he helped you," was Rick's response.

Thinking back to the fight we had, the fact he had killed a walker that had sneaked up behind me, it would of been plausible. If he hadn't screwed us over so many times before. "Maybe," I agreed lightly.

We were both trying to catch our breaths after all this mess. "He ever pull a weapon on you?" Rick asked me, which was one of my main concerns with those who I came across. Those like Dwight, Tina and Sherry.

Jesus on the other hand, wasn't aiming for me in the first place. He aimed for the walker behind me. "Fine," I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Let's put him up a tree," was my only offer of what we could do with him. Rick though, had another idea.


MPOV

Continuing our journey through the woods, I would stare at the shovel on Spencer's back, still trying to figure out what he was going to do with it. "Why are you still here?" Spencer asked me, not looking back as he spoke to me.

We had been walking through the woods for what felt like hours, as the sweat began dripping down our faces from the heat of the sun. "I liked your mom a lot," I subtly answered him. "I really don't want you to die," I was being honest with him. "So, come on. Let's go home."

I had hope he would listen to me. "My family's dead. That's not home. It's just where I live," he argued over me as he snapped at me angrily.

Mention of Alexandria had shown to really hit a nerve for him. "It's more than that," I tried to help him see that it was home. There were people who cared, who loved him and it was the place his parents built for him.

Him and that place, were their legacy. "Hey, enough," he tried to stop me as he halt his march and turned to face me. "I'm fine," he assured me falsely. "You've got a life back there, and maybe I will, too, but before I can even think about that, I need to take care of something. I have to try," he tried to explain why he was out here but it wasn't enough.

How his face fell, it proved he was deeply in need of doing something before he could move forward. "So let me help you," I pleaded for him to let me help him see whatever he needed to do, through.

"You can't," he said after a few shakes of his head.

The sounds of leaves rustling drew my attention to the sound and my sword was instantly in my hand. Eventually, the growls of a walker followed. But what the walker was following, appeared from behind the trees. "Carl?" I was stunned to the see the boy I grew to love like my own leading the walker.

When the walker got sight of us, that was when I knew. This is why Spencer has been out here. This is what Carl was leading towards us. "I thought I saw her that night. I thought I did. I did," Spencer was talking about Deanna.

After the attack, no one knew where she was, as there was no body laid out in the Anderson house. Deanna, was nowhere to be found. The sight of her was upsetting, such a strong, capable woman, had clearly wrote her own ending, her way.

The trail of bodies we did find, was due to her and how she fought back against them. When I saw Spencer remove the shovel and the gun, he went to approach her. Pulling her back, I held onto her, to stop her from attacking her own son.

Spencer was falling apart in front of me but he held strong. Strong enough to kill her, when her growling stopped, I didn't know if I could let her go. "I got her. I got her," Spencer whispered as he dropped to the ground with his mother, her body laid in his arms.

Watching them, it pained me to see this. To see someone he loved, someone we all admired and respected, come to this end. "So that's why I was out here," Spencer finally revealed to me why he was out here. His eyes staring directly into mine. I understood it.

Helping Spencer, he dug the grave and I carved the letter 'D' into a tree to symbolise that Deanna was buried under a tree. We had done this in silence, to respect her and the work he was doing.

As soon as the last bit of dirt covered her body, Spencer took a step back and I went to take a few steps closer to the grave. "She left me a note. She said I still knew my way," he told me, letting out a soft chuckle to himself. "I never knew my way."

"You loved your family?" I asked him instantly. I wasn't going to let him bring himself down further. Spencer answered with a soft 'Yeah' and gestured it with a single nod. "Then you know your way," I proved to him that he was wrong. "It's home."

"They're gone," he repeated what he said earlier.

He still believed, much like Kat, that home, was where his loved ones were. Which was true, as people still loved him and his family's legacy stuck with him and the things they built. "I've been out here chasing you all over the woods," I told him the bluntest of truths. "You've still got family, and you've still got a home," I proved to him that there were still people who cared about him.

Family didn't have to be just blood. Our group had proved that. "Let's go," I encouraged him to follow me back, he picked up his gun and the shovel, putting my sword on my back, he lead the way back home.


RPOV

The drive was quiet, neither of us spoke because the day so far, had been a pretty hard hit. Luckily, the truck that had been left by the barn, by the tractor, was salvageable. A small bump in the road, forced the guy to rest his head on Daryl's shoulder.

I had noticed how each time the guy fell on Daryl's shoulder, Daryl would shove him back harder but he never once woke up. "He took a pretty hard hit. Denise needs to look him over," I commented as I watched Daryl sat in the back with Jesus.

Daryl didn't take much convincing to get Jesus into the car although, I knew he wasn't pleased with my decision to take him back home with us. We needed to find out more. "Yeah," Daryl agreed with me.

Knowing Daryl, it seemed like I was convincing him but I knew he still had a good heart. "You wouldn't have gone through with it," I spoke up. "You wouldn't have left him," I explained what I meant about it.

Daryl glanced at me through the mirror and stared directly into my eyes through it. "I would've, right up in a tree," he disagreed with me. "I would've," he growled instantly as he glanced away, through the window and away from me.

Sighing, he was angry. He had gone through enough during the days he'd been out there after the herd we tried to guide away from home. From Dwight and his little group, to a group of men on the road. Daryl had lost his faith in people and his trust in the good ones.

But I knew him. I knew he could pull himself back, without Kat's help too. "No. I know," I disagreed firmly back to him. "Almost as soon as we got to Alexandria, you got it. You saw-" I was struggling for the right words.

"You...Kat, and Michonne, Glenn, you all tried to tell me," my words just rolled off my tongue but I had made no sense of it, as I tried to admit I was wrong to him. "So shut up," I wanted to help keep him positive, that he was right and I was wrong.

A soft thud of a small bump in the road caused Jesus to rest his head on Daryl's shoulder. Shoving our hostage off of his shoulder, Daryl grunted as he did so and looked at me.

"'Cause I'm finally listening," I admitted as I watched him. He glanced between me, then Jesus and then he focused on outside the window again. Focusing my own eyes on the road again, I hoped he was finally hearing me.


CPOV

Since I got back, Kat was still helping Carol finish the casserole, they took it easy to cook the thing, as they let it bake in the oven. When it would be done, Kat and Carol would tell us. In the meantime, Kat was cleaning the dishes while Carol was putting away their books and throwing their waste or cans away.

While they were cleaning, I was looking after Judith, who was wide away from her nap for a while now. Sat out on the porch, I had her on my lap while we stared up at the sky. "See that bright one? Yeah, that's the North Star," I pointed to it for her to see it. She pointed at it too.

Even if she wasn't paying that much attention, she enjoyed being with me as much as I liked being with her. "It's at the end of the Little Dipper. Yeah. If you get lost at night, just find that star," I was teaching her that it was the way she could get home, if she ever got lost.

Michonne slowly approached us, she had been listening to what I had been saying all this time. "Hey," she greeted me cautiously.

"Hey," I greeted her back.

When Michonne stopped by the pilar, her eyes were glued on me, a little angry by the look in them. "You have a good day?" she asked me. Judith began babbling softly but my focus was on someone I saw as a best friend.

I knew she had seen me out there but I was preparing for the lecture she was going to give me. "I guess so," I answered her carefully. "I'm gonna take her in," I let out a slow breath as I got to my feet and carried Judith in my arms.

"Carl," Michonne went to stop me, making me turn to her. "I saw what you did," she said after lowering her sword to rest against the pillar. "With Deanna," she further elaborated on what she saw me do.

Already, I felt her preparing to say she was disappointed in me, or that I was stupid, or something. Taking a few steps back to the porch, I went to block the light out of Judith's eyes and to stop Kat from listening in. "Yeah?" was all I knew to say back.

"You should've left her or killed her," she argued softly.

Knowing she only said this, to keep me safe, I had hope that she also wouldn't tell my family what I did either. "No, that's stupid," I was defending my decision because I knew why I had done, what I did.

Michonne was unsettled by this but luckily, she wasn't raising her voice at me. "What's stupid is you being out there when you don't have to," she had spoken softly but it was filled with anger and disappointment.

"You did the same thing," I rose my voice only a little but it was mostly because it was a hypocritical statement Michonne gave me. One she didn't follow herself. "You didn't-you and Spencer didn't have to go out there, but you did," I had stuttered briefly to say my words.

Judith briefly pointed back to the star, Michonne's eyes darted from Judith back to me for only a second. "That's different," she was firm about this, her voice a little louder than before.

If we keep talking loudly like this, Kat is going to hear us. Carol is going to hear us. "It's not," I disagreed with her. "I wasn't gonna leave her out there like that. You wouldn't," I defended my actions. "You wouldn't. I know it," I stopped her before she could argue back.

Truth was, I couldn't kill her. It wasn't my kill to have. Deanna had family, family that loved her and they were the ones who had to put an end to her. Not me. "I couldn't kill her," I revealed to Michonne.

"Why not?" Michonne was curious to know the reasoning behind this.

Shutting my eye, I had the words I wanted to say but I had no idea how to say it. "Because-be-" I struggled, not knowing how to express my emotions, my thoughts to her.

Distress and sadness crossed Michonne's face, because she was trying to understand but I didn't know how to make her. "You could've killed her," she was sure of this.

"No, I couldn't. I wouldn't," I disagreed with her because this time, I really couldn't kill a walker. It wasn't just any walker.

The more this conversation went on, the more stressed and upset Michonne got. "Were you playing some sort of game out there? Did you think that-" Michonne didn't appreciate this, she got angry and I was sure Kat could hear us arguing, even over the sink's pouring taps.

I could feel my chest rise up with air from the pressure this was all putting on me. To finally speak my mind. "No!" I cut her off as I took a step closer.

Michonne's eyes were sad, her lip quivering to hear that I had struggled to kill a walker today. Possibly upset I had put my life at risk today the way I had. "Then why?" she pleaded for me to tell her why I couldn't kill Deanna.

Finding the words, I couldn't hold it back. I needed her to understand why I did what I did. "Because it should be someone who loved her, someone who's family, and I-" I explained why I did it. I finally came clean. "I'd do it for you. I would," I let my voice soften as I spoke from my heart.

Michonne was like family to me, like blood and she had done so much for us. That thinking about losing her, it hurt. Almost as much as thinking about losing Kat, dad or Judith. Michonne's expression softened with sadness. All anger she had before, wiped clean off her face.

Tears welled up in her eyes and my own heart ached at the thought but it was true. "Come here," she croaked. Taking a few steps closer, she wrapped her arms around me and held Judith lightly with her hand. Shutting my eye, I heard her let out a sniffle. "Me, too," she whispered.


KPOV

Finally finished with the dishes, I had began drying them as I was putting everything we had used to make the casserole away. Glancing outside, I could see Michonne and Carl on the porch, locked in an embrace.

The sight warmed my heart, made my smile grow and slowly fall. It looked like a slightly sad hug but as I slowed my wiping, I felt someone approach from beside me. "Everything alright?" Carol's soft voice asked me as she gently rest her hand on my back.

"Yeah, fine," I assured her as I glanced at her, she too had seen the private moment shared between Michonne and Carl.

For a second, I think she understood my sudden slow wiping at the equipment we used today to make dinner. "Let them know the casserole is on the table," Carol stared at me, examining my face like she was waiting for me to break down or something.

Her other hand lightly went to my elbow, holding me in a strange embrace. Rubbing my back, I nod slowly and saw her smile before she walked away to the dinning room. Once I was done drying things, I wandered to the door and opened it slowly.

"Hey," I alerted them that I was there. They had just pulled apart and smiled at each other. "Food is on the table," I informed them of the meal that was waiting for them. "Dad and Daryl still not back yet?" I asked them, glancing in the distance to see only pitch darkness looming around us.

Carl shifted Judith to sit higher on his hip. "No. Not yet," he informed me before he took a few steps closer to me.

Feeling him getting closer, just as he was passing me, I glanced over my shoulder at him. "I'll leave a plate for them," I announced but it was for nothing, as no one really cared for what I would do once dinner was over.

When Carl left, I was sure it was to put Judith in her high chair at the table. Not saying a word to me as he left. Glancing to Michonne, it was her and I, left completely alone on the porch. "Is everything alright?" I asked her.

My brows furrowed with curiosity as to the moment they shared and how Carl seemed a little quiet. "Yeah, we just...had a moment," Michonne gave me a pursed lipped smile. "A nice one," she let out a soft chuckle as her smile grew wide.

Her eyes then met mine, a few steps were taken and as she passed me, she placed her hand on my shoulder. "Thanks for the meal, Kat," her tone was appreciative of what I did for her today.

Not seeing her in all day, it made me wonder just where she had been. I wouldn't ask but I knew if she wanted to talk, she'd come to me, eventually. "Anytime," I assured her, glancing over my shoulder at her too.

Michonne took a few steps into the house and the steps had been noticeably slow. "Hey," I called to her as I slowly turned to her. "You know I'm always here to talk, right?" I reminded her I was always here if she needed me.

Nodding, a smile grew on her lips and reached her eyes. "I know," she assured me she remembered that I, was her best friend and that was what I was here for.


DPOV

The conversations were brief but they were deep and myself and Rick were coming to a rage of understanding of certain things. The drive home was mostly quiet. Jesus was fast asleep, leaning against the window on his side, from how far back I had knocked him into it. "You know, I was thinking...back before we went out to the quarry," I spoke up as we were gradually approaching home.

I was struggling to bring up this conversation with him too. "The morning after Reg and Pete. You said we shouldn't be looking for people no more," I reminded him of the conversation and the day we had discussed this conversation. "You were right," I admitted.

For the first time, I didn't think looking for people was the best option anymore. "No...I was wrong," Rick wasn't going to let me admit I was wrong. "You were right," he was being stubborn about this. The gate began squeaking as it opened up for us.

Neither of us said anything else, as we got inside, parked up in front of Denise's place, we grabbed the guy and carried him as best as we could from the car, to the door. Rick had been the one to knock on the door.

All we had to do, was wait and wait long, we hadn't. After Rick's second knock, they opened the door to us. "Sorry to wake you up," Rick apologised.

"Who is this?" Denise was a little disoriented after we parked up and knocked on the door, waking her.

Tara had looked a little disoriented too. "Come on, man, he's heavy," I was eager to let him down, as I was the one carrying his torso while Rick only carried his feet. Denise and Tara eventually shifted out the way and invited us in.

As we shuffled on the spot, Tara had gone to move to the other side. "Oh, that thing, uh, didn't work out. It's this asshole's fault. Sorry," I apologised for the fact I didn't have the soda she asked me for, gesturing to the guy I was holding up in my arms.

"Lay him on the bed," Denise gestured to the bed she had installed in the middle of the room.

Rick began moving, so that I was the one going in first. "Alright, take a look at him," I encouraged her to do her work on him, seeing as he had been hit in the head with the door, from what Rick told me. "He ain't staying, though," I was sure about this.


RPOV

Once Denise checked him over, she was sure he would wake up and be fine, that maybe it would be best to keep him downstairs. Agreeing with her, myself and Daryl carried him down again, leaving him on the bed I once slept on when I had got into that fight with Pete.

Daryl had tied him up, he placed a couple of napkins and water beside him before he got up onto his feet. Leaving him a note, I placed it in front of the cup of water and stared at the guy. He was too clean and he was taking a truck full of food for what? One person? I couldn't believe that. He came from a group, I was sure of it.

Turning back to look at Daryl then back to Jesus in my crouched position, I had hope Jesus would co-operate with us. "We'll see," I spoke softly. "It is pretty stupid of us to go out there, isn't it?" I asked Daryl.

Getting up, I walked over to him and glanced briefly to Jesus from over my shoulder. "Yep," he answered instantly. "Do it again tomorrow?" he asked me.

"Yep," I repeated the same answer he said before as we began making our way out.


MPOV

By the time I strolled back into the living room, I found Kat was gone and Rick was laid out on the couch. He was taking up the whole of the couch, as I gazed at Judith through the baby monitor after I had tucked her into bed. "Move," I ordered of him as I nudged his arm with my knee.

Quickly, Rick shifted out of his sprawled out position and moved to sit on one side of the couch. Giving me space to sit beside him. "Hey," he greeted me as he wriggled around to get into the right spot.

Glancing at the baby monitor, Judith was rolling around, crawling and practising this way. Showing it to Rick, he glanced at her and smiled at the sight of her. "She's practising in her sleep," I told him, both of us chuckling when he saw what she was doing.

Remembering that Kat had saved some food for Daryl and Rick, I gestured to the kitchen behind us. "There's casserole in a dish, Kat and Carol made it together," I informed Rick that there was food waiting for him, now that he was home.

"Yeah," Rick grinned while staring at his youngest daughter. "I'll eat it later," he spoke a little louder, referring to the meal he had missed out on. "It's good to be home," he began to take his boots off as I placed the baby monitor to one side.

As he got comfortable, I could empathise with him today. Today had been a long and emotionally tough day. "Yeah, you're telling me," I agreed with him. "Where's Daryl and Kat?" I asked him, wondering where the couple had scurried off to.

I hadn't seen either of them or heard Daryl come in. Neither did I see them or hear them come up the stairs. "Kat went over to take him the dish of casserole she saved him," Rick informed me of Kat's whereabouts.

"And Daryl's watching over a guy 'till some other guy can take over," was the biggest piece of information I had received and not expected to come from him.

Sinking into the couch, I watched Rick get comfortable as he laid back and let out a deep sigh. "You found a guy?" I was stunned and it was obvious in my tone of voice what emotion I just showed to him.

The sigh that followed, only proved that Rick had enough after today. "Crazy day," he summarised as he shook his head and stared at the ceiling.

"You wanna talk about it?" I sensed he was a little stressed out about it and maybe talking about it would help him.

Trying to relax, I could sense that Rick was just happy to be back home. "No, not right now," he rejected my offer lightly. "I just want to turn my brain off for a minute," he let out another sigh. "You wanna tell me about your day?" he asked me, possibly wanting to keep his mind off of it by hearing how my day went.

If he had hoped for something light or boring, or far too 'normal' when in a community, he thought wrong. He would of had a better chance of simplicity if he talked to Kat or Carol. "No," I rejected the offer to talk too. "Same thing," I stated that we were both wanting to turn our brains off.

"What, you found a guy?" Rick joked but I didn't find it all too funny.

Only because I did find someone, just not someone alive like he had. "Not a guy," I corrected him.

For a second, it felt like he would ask me what happened but I was glad he decided to keep the silence going for as long as it had. "Oh," he interrupted it as he began digging his hand into his back pocket. "Got you something," he told me as he then showed me a packet of mints.

Both of us began laughing as I took it from him and saw that it was at least, spearmint flavour. "Is this instead of the toothpaste?" I asked him as I showed it to him, holding it in between my fingers.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed with a grin settling on his face and a huge smile stretching on mine. "Well, I do have a crate of toothpaste for you. It's currently at the bottom of a lake," he told me with a slight bit of humour in his tone of voice.

Hearing this, it didn't surprise me he was wanting to unwind. "Oh, so you had a day," I teased him, which made him laugh.

Letting out a soft sigh, there was only a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Yeah...all on account of your dental hygiene," he grumbled. "Have your mints," he tapped my hand but as soon as our fingers touched, it slowed and landed atop of mine.

Our fingers laced together and when he shifted to make the mints fall and connect our fingers more tightly, I looked into his eyes. A lazy, content smile was appearing on his face as he slowly got closer to me.

When our lips touched, it was soft and warm. As he pulled back, our lips were hovering closely together and each kiss we shared, got more intense. More passionate. My hand came up to hold the back of his neck, keeping him there and not wishing him any escape now that he started this fire.

Just as he tried shifting to get onto me, he pulled back and stared deep into my eyes. "Wait-wait a minute," he whispered to me, before he shifted a little more.

"Okay," I whispered back, unsure what he was planning on doing next.

Incapable of hearing exactly what he said, I could hear him mutter something about mints. Taking the mints, that were under him, he placed them onto the counter, making me laugh and bring my hands up to my face. I couldn't believe it.

I finally got what I wanted. I have a family. I have Rick. When he had put the mints onto the table, he then returned to me and continued our make out session. Up until the moment we decided to take it upstairs.


RPOV

The day had been awful but the night, became incredible. As myself and Michonne shared a whole night of intense, passionate and romantic love-making. Fast asleep, we had cuddled up to one another and laid under only a thin sheet over us. Everything felt right in the world. "Rick," a soft voice made me shift a little. "Rick, wake up," the voice was louder.

Myself and Michonne slipped out of bed, quick as a flash as we got our weapons at the ready. Taking our weapons up with us, none of us knew what could happen but we expected the unexpected and were always ready. Taking my gun, I aimed and clicked the hammer down. I was ready to shoot.

Michonne's blade zings as she took it out, both of us naked in front of Jesus but neither of us cared. He is in our room and he is here without our permission. We don't know him. We don't trust him and he escaped from his cell.

"We should talk," Jesus said, as he stood at the foot of our bed, one hand behind his back and the other up in surrender. What does he want to talk to us about? Glancing to Michonne, she looked as confused as me in this situation.


A/N: And there you have it, another chapter thrown out into the mix. This is just the start of a scary beginning. Get ready for what's coming next. We have a bit of a bumpy but pretty badass ride. You know it...The Saviours are coming.

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