"Maggie had to tell me, ya know. Why you're mad at me." Daryl said from the doorway while I folded the blanket I've been using the last few days, "And to be honest, it's not something to be mad about."

"You're right." I replied as I put the blanket on the bed "It's not. And that's why I'm not mad anymore."

"You sure?"

"Yep." I answered before trying to leave the room and Daryl moved to block my way, "Daryl."

"I don't understand why Carol calling me 'pookie' got you angry." He said.

I groaned, "Because you never let me all you pet names like that. But you didn't comment on it like you would with me."

"Because Carol isn't you. She's my friend, and you're my girl. I don't care what she calls me. But I do care what you call me." Daryl responded.

I paused for a moment and smiled, "Your girl?"

"Hell yeah." Daryl smirked before grabbing my hips and kissed me.

I pulled away, "I got to get Colt. It's time for lunch."

"I'll get him. Where is he?" Daryl asked.

"Beth has him." I answered.

Daryl kissed me again before leaving. I grabbed Colt's clothes and put it in a bag before placing it by his crib. I grabbed a small towel and took his food out from the desk and a small spoon.

Daryl brought Colt in and I took the baby from his arms, "Hi, sweetheart."

"Carol's gone, ya know. She killed Karen and David, and Rick made her leave when they went on their run." Daryl commented as I fed Colt.

"I'm sorry." I told him. "Why'd she kill them?"

"She wanted to stop the sickness from spreading." He answered.

"Looks like that plan backfired." I replied.

He grunted before there was a flash, "Really?"

"I think it's cute." Daryl replied, showing me the picture he just took.

"Did Daryl Dixon just call something cute?"

"Shut up." He responded.

Daryl kissed me and then Colt's head, "I'm gonna go find Rick."

I finished feeding Colt and I let him play with his toys on the floor. I heard an explosion and immediately Colt started crying. I picked him up and comforted him while I looked outside the window and saw a ton and cars on the outside of the fence. And a feakin' tank. I grabbed binoculars from the desk and saw the Governor.

"Shit." I whispered.

I looked and saw Jamie with Carl and Daryl. I looked back over to the Governor and saw Hershel and Michonne shoved to the ground, their hands tied behind their backs.

I knew something bad was gonna happen, so I put Colt in his crib and grabbed the bags and started filling them with things. I put Colt's food in his diaper bag, and filled it with his stuff. I grabbed my pistol and all of my ammo from the drawer, putting my gun in my waist band after checking to see if it was full. I put the ammo in my bag and started packing some clothes and Daryl's. Even the pictures Daryl took of us and the boys.

I put the bags on Daryl and I's bed and grabbed the binoculars again and saw that Rick was talking to the Governor. I put my eyes back on Jamie, Carl, and Daryl. Everyone now had guns and that still didn't lessen my worry. The Governor had a freakin' tank for crying out loud.

I saw Sasha heading into the prison, probably to warn everyone. I watched as the Governor shot some walkers that were coming near the fence as I put on my leather jacket. I ran over to Colt and picked him back up. I went back over to the window and held Colt close.

The Governor jumped down from the tank and grabbed Michonne's katana and put the sword to Hershel's neck.

"Please, no. Don't." I begged, but it was useless. He couldn't hear me.

Rick made some gestures as he talked to the Governor and his group. But then he raised Michonne's sword and brought it down on Hershel.

"No!" I yelled and gripped Colt tighter and he started whimpering.

Everyone started shooting and I put Colt down for a second, putting on my bag and Colt's. I looked outside one more time, watching the tank break through the fence, and I ran down to C block.

"Where's Judith?" I asked a woman who ran by.

"She's in the bus." She answered before running out, probably to the bus.

The wall blew up and I screamed while covering Colt. I rushed into Carl and Colt's room, grabbing things that were necessary, like a few clothing items. I stuffed them into my bag and ran outside with Colt in one arm, and my gun in the other. There was smoke everywhere, and I couldn't find Daryl, Rick, Carl, Jamie, anyone.

"Daryl!" I yelled, "Jamie! Carl! Rick!"

"Mommy!"

I turned towards the sound of Jamie's voice and I saw him with Carl and I smiled. I ran over to them and handed Jamie a bag after hugging them.

"Carl! Carl!" It was Rick.

We ran towards Rick's voice and saw some walkers and Carl shot them and we saw a bloody Rick. The two of them hugged and sobbed.

"Where's Judith?" Rick asked.

"I don't know." Carl answered.

I walked over and slung Rick's arm over my shoulder and I gave my gun to Jamie. I moved Colt, who was still crying, so he was more comfortable on my hip and we looked around until we saw Judith's pink seat. We slowly walked over, and Judith wasn't inside and the pink and white were stained with red.

Rick started crying and Car broke away when we heard a walker. He shot it multiple times and kept trying when his gun was out of ammo.

"Carl!" I exclaimed and I held him to me as he sobbed.

"We got to go." Rick cried, "We've got to go. It's over."

Once again Rick slung his shoulder around mine, Carl on his other side and Jamie was next to Carl, holding my gun up, ready to fire. We somehow made it out of the prison and into the woods, "Don't look back. Just keep walking."