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"It was so strange," Maggie admitted, scratching her throat before letting her hand fall to her lap, the shadow of a smile playing on her lips. "I've only ever seen mine, so seein' her baby on the screen...was both torment and amazin'."

Glenn sat across from her on the bed. "I can understand what you mean."

"But it was more amazin' than it hurt." The shadow grow as her lips formed the smallest smile. "It was smaller than ours, but it was right there. It's alive and strong."

He swallowed hard. "So everything's all right? With the baby?"

"Yeah. Harlan nearly killed himself to prove that." She twisted her wedding ring on her finger. "Glenn?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" His lips were downward in a frown.

"For what happened to us, to our baby." Tears filled her eyes, and she lifted her head. "I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have gone on that run to fulfil our agreement with Hilltop. I shouldn't have pushed myself that hard. I'm sorry."

"Maggie." He reached out and his hand fell to her knee. "It wasn't your fault. You were just fighting to protect our future, to secure this deal and feed our people. It was what we were all doing. It wasn't anybody's fault."

"But yours?" Maggie shuddered. "I know you blame yourself. I can see it 'cause it's the same expression on my face every day when I look in the mirror."

He lowered his head. "There were so many things I could have done to prevent what happened."

"You just said it wasn't anybody's fault."

"I know, and it's not. We had no control over the miscarriage, but the events leading up to it... I could have done so much." His eyes reflected hers with silvery tears. "I can think of twenty things I could have tried to change what happened, and what hurts the most is not knowing if it would have changed anything, would have saved our baby. God, Maggie..." He inhaled roughly, the sound cutting his throat, and his shoulders began to shake.

She watched that tremble in his shoulders course through his body, the wall he'd built around himself after the loss of their baby crashing down like a tower with one greatly needed brick taken away, and he fell forward to bury his face in her stomach. She jolted at the contact, his hands on her sides, and she shivered as his sobs tore through him and infected her. She set her hand on his shoulder, the other curling through his hair, and she kissed his temple, burying her face in the crock of his neck. Her tears slid down either side of his neck, her grip tightening on his shoulder, and for the first time in weeks they truly mourned together.

The light-haired little baby who's looks favored the father, running around and making a mess. Maggie had wanted a boy, one as honorable and kind and forgiving and human as his father. She watched all of her dreams of that sweet little angel die at Hilltop, but when she was there with Carol and Tobin and Daryl, she saw that little spot on the screen. She saw life growing and clinging on through illness. The faded image of the little boy in shorts and a t-shirt, sloshing around in puddles and running from his daddy, screaming playfully when Glenn scooped him up, began to reappear with a fresh burst of color and laughter. She saw her little boy and Glenn, and they were out of reach, but she knew given time...perhaps the distance could be closed.

Glenn's lungs burned at the sobs that accumulated there, his tears falling profusely and seem to have no end, and he tightened his grip on her shirt. He knew there had to be a cost for everything, but he never imagined the cost would be their child. He had so many plans for them and the baby, and he wanted to do his best to honor his and Maggie's roots, to honor Hershel and the meaning of the watch, and he thought he'd lost his chance. He thought he'd lost everything, Maggie included, but for the first time in weeks the only loss his heart felt was the loss of their baby. He didn't care if they had a girl or a boy, whether he'd be tying back frizzy brown hair or braiding it—he had a feeling his kid would take Daryl and Carl's lack of haircuts as a style and refuse to cut their hair ever, and he was prepared to do whatever to keep it out of his or her eyes. He was prepared to do whatever he had to, but he didn't get the chance. Their baby was gone.

When he heard Carol was pregnant, he felt like the world and its cruel forces were mocking him, but he didn't feel that way right now. Perhaps he no longer felt that way. He knew the burden of losing a child, as Carol well knew too, and he knew what thoughts and anxieties must be brewing in her mind and in her heart. He also felt some arising in his own, and he realized that maybe it was going to be okay. Maybe this was a lesson they had to learn, and not all lessons come easy or gently, and he hated that this one wasn't in the shadow of gentle or easy. He loathed it, but he had to accept it and learn whatever the hell there was to learn from it. He didn't know what there was to learn, because the weight of the lesson was killing him.

He hoped when they tried again, the outcome would be better. He knew the agony of losing a child, but he knew the joy and the overflowing light of knowing what's like to have made a child, to see that little baby on the screen, and he could only hope he knew that feeling again and not as a distant memory.

– – –

Carol sat on the porch, the wind blowing at the cardigan and dress she wore, and she fingered the soft yarn in the basket Michonne had given her a while ago. She was tempted to make something out of it, but she wasn't sure what she could make. She didn't know what the future would hold, her death or the baby's, so perhaps she could craft a memento. She could make it for her baby if she didn't survive labor, something crafted out of love and to be there in her absence, to wrap around the small life she'd left behind and keep it warm and safe. A mother's embrace in the form of a blanket.

Or maybe she could just make a beanie or sweater for Michonne. She smiled a little. Or a beanie for Daryl and his ever growing locks.

"You must be feeling better."

Her eyes lifted from the yarn to Morgan. "I'm healthy again."

He stepped toward her. "You look healthy."

She pulled her hand from the basket. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just taking a walk. I heard you all came home last night. I wanted to make sure you were all right with my own two eyes."

"And?"

"Well, your health wasn't in question anymore." He ran his eyes over her. "How do you feel?"

"I told you already. I'm h—"

"You know that wasn't what I was asking," he softly interjected. "How do you feel?"

"I can't discern one emotion from the other," she confessed. "It's all a knotted haze, and I'm trying to work through it. To say it's not simple is a vast understatement."

"I'm here, if you ever want to talk."

"I doubt you want to hear what I have to say." She stood up. "It's not the same as you and your son. I've been there and done that already. What I'm struggling with now...nobody here can understand."

"Let me try."

"Why? Why do you care so much about me?" She came off the steps and closed in on him. "You don't even know me."

"I know what it's like to be at the end of your rope. I lived there for so long, and it nearly got me killed. I don't want that to happen to you, especially now."

"I'm not you, Morgan. I think and cope in entirely different ways than you."

"Well, that's where you're wrong." He leaned down toward her. "You're not coping, Carol. You just said you were struggling, and I can see that."

"Your stick and morning poses won't help me," she stated, very matter-of-fact. "Stop trying to help me."

"I won't."

She crossed her arms. "And why not?"

"Because if I can come back from my violent edge, you can come back from yours. The roads are different and the pain too, but that doesn't mean you can't overcome." He took a step back. "When you're ready to try, I'll be here."

She watched him walk away, the wind whipping up and rustling through her hair, and she crossed her arms. She wondered if she'd ever take him up on that offer, though to be honest she wasn't sure she had an answer for that question just yet. She'd sit on it, and perhaps while she sat on it, she'd crochet. It wasn't as though she had much else to do, after all.

––

Tobin spoke with Rick on his idea to gather the supplies left behind at Francine's old camp, showing him the location and the rough outline of where the supplies were from Francine herself. Tobin had spent a long time looking it over, remembering how she described it, and he knew he could do this. He could handle a few walkers, and he'd have a small group with them. They'd be fine. He was sure of it. He could feel in his bones that he could do this, and he wanted to. For the group, for their future, for his child.

Rick rubbed his jaw. "I don't know. It seems a little risky." He gazed at the man beside him. "And for all we know the other surviving members of her camp might have gone back and taken 'em a long time ago."

"There were no others. She guided those who survived here, and it's been left abandoned since." He gestured to the map. "It's been long enough that the walkers could have moved on."

"And maybe some other group took it over, patched up the holes," Rick theorized.

"Or maybe there's still supplies just going to waste there," Tobin pressed. "I won't deny it's incredibly precarious, but it's worth the risk. They even had the equipment Denise is looking for, along with medicine and canned goods."

Rick shook his head. "I can't agree to this. It sounds good on paper, but I'd need to see the area now. It could be picked clean or even more overrun with walkers. We can't blindly walk into this."

"So I'll take a few guys down there to look it over."

"No, no. I'll send Glenn, maybe Daryl or Michonne. They're better at gettin' in and out without bein' noticed. I don't want to put anyone in harm's way, so I'll talk to 'em tonight. If it all checks out, I'll send you and your men in."

"I can do this," Tobin urged. "I don't need Daryl's help."

Rick met his eyes. "Tobin, I know you aren't too fond of Daryl, and I know he ain't fond of you, but if you want to see your kid be born then you need to trust me on this. You want to help us survive, and I respect that, but you're new to this. Let us handle the recon."

"Then send Glenn in. He's likely to draw less attention than the man with a loud ass motorcycle."

Rick chuckled at that fact. "All right. I'll talk to him later. He and Maggie are in the middle of having a much needed talk."

He nodded. "Thank you, Rick."

"It's a good proposal. Now let's see how it plays out."

"Right."

– – –

Tara had heard of Tobin's run to Francine's old camp the next morning when she and Denise began to plan the hospital run with Daryl. She didn't like how sketchy it sounded, and she couldn't believe Rick was even considering it. It was a gray area. None of them had ever been there, and Francine hadn't been there in months. It could prove to be more fatal than helpful.

"I think it's stupid." Daryl crossed out a hospital he knew was overrun. "He's just gonna get himself killed. When Glenn checks it out, he'll tell Rick it ain't safe, and this dumb ass idea will die."

"Do you think it's dumb because it's Tobin's idea?" Denise continuing listing the items they'd need. She was separating them into groups. She and Daryl were going for the equipment while Glenn and his group would go for meds and the other groups would go for whatever else she could think of. She hadn't given it much thought lately with Enid's classes and Carol's baby. She was only semi-focused right now.

"No, it's dumb because it is." He wasn't petty enough to dismiss an idea that could benefit the group due to not liking someone. "It's just gonna get him and everyone else who goes with him killed."

"I'm with Daryl." Tara worked the list of supplies they'd need for the trip to the hospital. She had food pulled off the shelves, water bottled, and it was all in the upstairs guest bedroom. She'd labelled it and gone over it with Olivia, and they were good. She was now working on which cars to take. "It's just not a good plan."

"Well, there's nothin' we can do about it," Daryl grumbled. "It's up to Glenn and Rick. Tobin doesn't want me anywhere near this."

"Yeah, he doesn't like you very much." Denise crossed out the line she'd just written. Hell, her handwriting wasn't that of a doctor's, but that line was impossible for her to read.

"The feelin' mutual." He ran his eyes over the roads to the chosen hospital and crossed out one where he and Rick had seen a big flow of walkers. "He's a hypocritical asshole."

"Is someone jealous?" Tara teased, peeking at the man beside her.

"Of what?" Daryl lifted his head from the map and found both woman staring at him like he had to be joking, and he leaned back. "Why are y'all lookin' at me like that for?"

"No reason." Tara cleared her throat. "I was only teasing before."

Denise glided her finger back and forth down a viable road for them to take. "This one can work."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Tara and Heath drove back on this road."

"All right."

Tara and Denise exchanged a glance, Daryl noted it, but he didn't say anything. He wanted to focus on this run, not Tobin, not his mistake of a plan, not Glenn leaving tonight to check it out. He just wanted to put it out of his mind, and he hoped this worked, because if he kept thinking on it, he'd eventually find Tobin and demand to know why he thought this was a good idea. He couldn't do that. Tobin had been through a lot this past week, as had Carol, and he didn't want to blew up on the man. They might come to blows, and he couldn't add that to Carol's plate. He'd just swallow it and wait for Glenn to give the thumbs down. It'd be forgotten, and that'd be that.

"How's Carol today?" Tara stretched in her seat.

"She's good. She was able to eat breakfast without gaggin', though she still has mornin' sickness, so it didn't last long. She got some fresh air afterward, and I think she's at home."

"Fresh air?" Denise paused in writing. "Inside the walls, right?"

"Yeah. She walked through the garden. I was on the wall, so I saw her."

"Daryl," Tara tried not to laugh, "the garden's the opposite way of where you're supposed to look."

He shot her a glare. "I was on my way up. Sasha was up there too with me."

"Right." Tara smirked. "How was Sasha?"

"All right, I guess." He shrugged. "Why?"

"Just curious."

"I think we should get Aaron and Michonne," Daryl changed the subject, oblivious to the smirking women on either side of him. "Michonne could lead the group gettin' the meds, and Aaron lead the other group while the three of us plus Abe are grabbin' the equipment."

"That's a good idea. I was actually talking to Aaron about this when he and Glenn and Spencer got back," Denise remarked. "Eugene and Rick are going to handle the factory with a few others from construction."

"Why Rick? Does he know a lot about bullets?" Tara tilted her head to the side in thought. "I mean, he's shot a lot, but...I don't think that counts."

Denise smiled at her girlfriend. "Rick's just there to oversee things."

"Ah, okay." She narrowed her eyes. "Can we get Glenn then? He'd be great for this run. He's fast, smart, and he's pretty strong for a small-looking dude."

"That's a good idea. Daryl, why don't you talk to him? We'll finish this up, run it by Rick, and we'll nail down a date once Glenn gives us his decision?"

"Why me?"

"Because your job's done." Tara gestured to the map. "And I have to help Denise dumb down her lists. Seriously, what the hell is that word?"

Daryl snorted a laugh at the glare Denise shot Tara, and he departed the clinic to find Glenn a moment later, not wanting to get caught up in their fight or the sappy moment they were about to have. He'd rather just find Glenn and see if he was in or out. He hoped he caught him before he left to check out that shitty little camp. He knew it'd take him a while to get there, possibly a day to and from, and he didn't want to wait that long. Granted their run wasn't for a while, but he wanted to pin this down, especially after what occurred with Carol and her baby. He wanted to know they would be all right and not have to risk the trip to Harlan's every time they weren't sure. They needed this equipment. She needed it.

He halted on his way to Glenn and Maggie's house at the sight of Carol on the porch. He hadn't seen her since breakfast, and he was tempted to approach her. She was only knitting, or crocheting, or whatever else you could do with yarn that he didn't have grandparents to teach him about. She looked so serene, the wind blowing through her short hairs and at her clothes. She looked really good, a healthy flush of color on her cheeks, and he was breathless at the sight of her.

Glenn exited his house to invite Carol over for dinner and spotted Daryl standing in the middle of the road, staring at something. He came off the steps and discovered it was the woman he was looking for. His eyes moved from her to Daryl and back, and he couldn't help but smile. He remembered watching Maggie through Shane's binoculars, and he hoped to God he wasn't that obvious about it, because this was just plain sad. Though he had to admit it was also kind of sweet, almost adorable given it was Daryl. What the hell happened between those two? Or at least to him? Glenn wondered.

"Hey, man." Glenn slapped a hand on Daryl's shoulder to get his attention. "What are you looking at?"

"What?" Daryl's ears burned, and he spun away from Carol. "Nothin', just lost in my thoughts."

"So you weren't staring at Carol?" Glenn folded his arms over his chest.

"No, I was lookin' for you."

"I know me and Carol have nearly the same hair length, but black and silver aren't the same. I know it's hard to tell us apart, but let me give you a hand." He gestured to Carol. "She's a small white woman." Then to himself. "I'm a small Korean man."

Daryl glowered. "I know."

"Just giving you a hand." Glenn tried not to laugh at the look brewing in those guarded blue eyes. "I have brown eyes. She has blue."

"I know."

Glenn quickly threw out, "She's looking beautiful today, and I'm looking all right."

"I know!" Daryl then processed what Glenn had said and his cheeks burned. "Shut the hell up."

"Hey, you agreed with me." He held his hands up. "What did you want to see me for?"

"The hospital run." He rubbed at the base of his neck to try and ease the embarrassment of what he'd just agree with, even if it was true. "You wanna come with us?"

"How many people are already going?"

"Each group has about four people, and there's three groups for now. It's a big run, but we need this stuff."

He sucked air in through his teeth. "All right. Let me think about it."

"It's not for a while."

He nodded. "I just want to be here for Maggie. I already have Tobin's run, and I just...want to be here for a time."

"I get it, so let us know, one way or the other."

"I will." He pointed to Carol. "If you'll excuse me, I have to speak to Carol, but I'll let her know you think she looks beautiful today."

Daryl's flush returned in full force as Glenn strolled off, and he wanted to tackle him to the ground to prevent him from doing that, but he knew Glenn was just messing with him. That was what Glenn did sometimes. He hadn't seen him like that in a while, and it was refreshing. It was a good sign, and he really fucking hoped the kid didn't mean it.

Carol raised her head at someone approaching her, and she saw it was Glenn. He looked better, his skin not so pale, the bags under his eyes had lessened, and he didn't look like a dead man walking. He greeted her with a small smile and sat beside her, rubbing his hands together and exhaling.

"I heard about the food poisoning." He peered at her. "You're better now?"

"I am."

"That's good." He meant it. "I was...terrified when Michonne told me what happened. I was out of my mind with fright at the thought of what could be happening to you and to...your baby. I'm so glad you're all right."

"How are you?" She rested her hands in her lap and studied him.

"I can't say I'm completely better, but I'm...better than I was yesterday." His smile returned. "Maggie and I talked a lot last night. We...cried a lot too, but it felt good in a way. I think it's the first time we've actually talked about the baby and miscarriage together, mourned it together, and it still...hurts, but I feel like we've gotten some of who we were before as a couple back. I think the rest of it has to be rebuilt, but I know we can do it."

She smiled. "If anyone can, it's you two."

"Thanks."

"I mean it."

He nodded. "So, I have a question for you."

"What kind of question?"

"It's just about your dinner plans. Maggie and I would like to have you over."

"Are you sure?"

"We're sure."

She reached over and set her hand over his. "Then dinner sounds great."

His smile widened. "Okay. We'll see you then."

––

That night Carol strolled through Alexandria after her meal with Glenn and Maggie. She could see their relationship was healing, as were they, and she was happy for them. It clung onto her through the dark roots in her chest, along with her and the baby's recovery, defying the dark roots of her actions. She knew they'd fade out, but for now they were there, and she wasn't drowning. She didn't have to hide in the darkness of night, and she didn't have to pretend; she could simply be herself, whoever the hell that was anymore.

She found herself outside the empty houses and entered the one she'd been in the last week, fighting off another of many yawns. She was tired, too tired to walk all the way back home, so she found a spare blanket and lied down on the couch in the living room. She ditched her shoes on the floor by the couch, and she curled up with one of the pillows. She had a full day, and she was ready for sleep. Or what little of she got.

– – –

The following morning had been hell, as Daryl didn't realize when Glenn said his run with Tobin he meant the run had been confirmed. He assumed it meant checking the place out, but that wasn't the case. It would seem they were actually going through this suicide run. Daryl tried to talk Rick out of it, but Rick said Tobin wouldn't budge. He was dead set on seeing this through, and Glenn didn't think it'd be much of a challenge when he looked it over. Daryl didn't even know when the hell Glenn had gone, but he knew he needed to stop this right now.

"Tobin." Daryl caught up to him, spotting the men he was taking him on this ill-advised run. "You shouldn't do this."

"Do what?" He didn't bother to look at Daryl, just kept his gaze forward. "This run?"

"Yeah, it's stupid. You're gonna get yourselves killed."

Tobin scoffed and shook his head. "We can handle ourselves. We may not be as experienced as you, but we'll be fine. We're prepared, and we know what to expect."

"No, you don't." Daryl stepped into his path, effectively halting the man, and he met Tobin's eyes. "You can never know what to expect out there. All you know is sooner or later you gotta run. That's it. That's all you can be sure of."

He rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the tip, but we all already learned how to run when we were kids."

Daryl glared. "It ain't gonna be easy. You're gonna lose a lotta people if you ain't careful, which you're not. You don't even know the area. Hell, we don't know it either. It's been unexplored since walkers took it over. The hell knows who else is there? You should call this off. Even Francine thinks this is insane."

"I've spoken to her, and she has some reservations about it, but it was her old camp. It's understandable. It must felt like plundering what is to her a graveyard. And why should I call this off? So you can go? You and Michonne and Rick can go in there and secure everything for us?" He folded his arms over his chest, the left side of his mouth curled upward, and he sighed exasperatedly. "We found this place, and we'll go in there and clear it out. We've thought this through, planned it out. We'll be fine."

"Plans don't mean shit," Daryl informed him. "You can have a solid plan and still lose everybody. The odds that are stacked against you—against all of us—are ridiculous. Man, just drop this. It's a suicide run."

"Did Carol put you up to this?"

"No, she didn't. I haven't spoken to her today. She's probably still asleep. I think the kid's been wearin' her out lately." His lips tugged upward slight in a fond smile of how she looked yesterday, one that wasn't lost on Tobin. "And speakin' of the kid—your kid—you can't afford to be this stupid. You're gonna be a dad, so you need to call this off."

Tobin snapped. "You're damned right it's my kid. It's not yours, and if I were to die today, it'd never be your kid! Don't act like you have some claim to this kid simply because you and Carol are close friends. I let it go the first time, when she first went to see Harlan, because I knew strength in numbers could only ensure a safe arrival, but now? Now, I want you to know it's my child in her, not yours, all right?"

Daryl snorted a scoff. "You think I'm tryin' move in on your place as father to your kid?"

"Yeah, I do. I don't what kind of puppy dog crush you have on her, but I'd like you to keep it in your pants. At least until my kid is born then you're free to go for it."

"Don't talk about her like she's some of ride," Daryl growled.

"I'm not."

"You can be as much an ass as you like to anyone, but not her, understood? I don't care who the father is of that kid—it's her kid too, and I'll be involved. You can count on that." Daryl lost the sharp edge to his words to try and sway Tobin once more. "I get it's your kid, and I am around a lot. Harlan made a mistake, and he knows now who the father is. We all know who the father is, but don't you dare go on this run, knowing you're the father, and say it's for the good of the kid. If you go through with this, it won't matter who the father is, because the kid won't know. He or she won't know you as their father, or hell even as a person, only we will."

Tobin averted his eyes and attempted to stay annoyed, but he knew Daryl cared. It wasn't that he cared for Tobin, no. It was that he wanted Carol's baby to know its father. Daryl was a good man, but Tobin had to do this. He had to, so he had to get Daryl off his back the only way he knew how. He might walk away with a bloody lip, but so be it. "Don't forget it's my kid too, and I'm not sure I want you around him or her."

"That ain't up to you."

"Yeah, it's up to the flighty mother. Let's hope she doesn't take off again and leave our kid behind, because you'll never see him or her if I have any say. You're a terrible role model. You gut animals on the front porch for all to see, and that's horrifying for a child. I don't want my kid to be...like that. I don't want to them accustom to gore and blood, not like Carl." He amended, "Carl's a good kid, but there's something more to him, something dark, that I don't want my kid to have."

Daryl didn't hear a word after take off again, and he glanced over Tobin's shoulder toward the house where Carol should be sleeping in her bedroom. She left again? She actually made it out and away from them? Why? And when? It had to have been before she knew she was pregnant. She wouldn't risk her kid like that.

Unless she did leave and then thought she might be pregnant. She...was coming back that day when he and Denise and Rosita were returning to Alexandria after their run. That's why she looked so bad, why Rick looked so stunned and immediately pulled her aside. That's why she was so confused when he asked why she wasn't inside. She wasn't out just to be out; she'd actually gotten away from them. He hadn't been there to stop her, not like at the church, and she fled.

His breathing slowed as it dawned on him that she would have stayed gone too, were it not for the baby. She wouldn't have ever come back to Alexandria. He might not have been able to find her. He couldn't track cars, and she was intelligent enough to know how to hide her trail from him. He even fucking taught her how to make a false trail. Fuck! He would have lost her for the rest of their lives. He wouldn't know if she was alive or dead or someone's prisoner. He would have no leads on her. She would simply be out of his life. He could have died without ever seeing her, or knowing what happened to her.

While Daryl was lost in his thoughts, Tobin had walked away toward the group, and when Daryl came back to reality to escape the torture of his thoughts, he saw Glenn tossing a bag into the trunk. He stared and frowned, and Glenn approached him to explain.

"You know this is a suicide run!" Daryl erupted. "Y'all are gonna get killed!"

"Maggie asked me to go with them, and I don't mind to. If we get caught... I just hope it's not like last time, but if it is, I want to be there." He sighed. "I know you don't like it, and I don't really like it, but I have to do this. I have to, so you need to keep an eye on Maggie for me, all right? Make sure she eats and gets enough sleep. Same for Carol."

He knew this was about the baby. Glenn was going to ensure Tobin returned here in one piece. He wanted Tobin to be there for his and Carol's baby, and Daryl respected Glenn for that. Pangs stung in his chest at his earlier thoughts and now for this. "You better come back in one piece, short round."

Glenn smiled at the nickname he hadn't heard in ages. "I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best."

Daryl have a nod to him and shot a look at Tobin once Glenn was inside the car, and Daryl pointed Glenn out to Tobin. "If anythin' happens to him, it's on your head."

"Nothing will." Tobin glared back at the man. "I asked Michonne to check in on Carol, make sure she's all right since the food poisoning. She's better at putting the baby's needs above anyone else's." Her and Morgan had been there in a second for Carol and the baby, and he'd have asked Sasha were she not so busy with her own duties. He was beyond grateful Rick's group cared so much for each other. He knew she'd be in good hands. His baby would be in good hands.

Daryl clenched his jaw as they pulled out, he dragged his hands through his hair, and he grunted. "Fuck." He didn't like the feeling boiling up in his gut at the run and at the information Tobin had given him about Carol. "Fuck!"