"What do you mean I need to hang back and protect home base?" Beth screeched from the middle of the corridor of their cellblock.
"You gotta stay here and protect this area. If something happens and walkers get back here, we're counting on you to keep Lori and Carl safe." Maggie reasoned. Beth was seeing red (metaphorically).
"That's just bullshit." She spat.
"Language Beth!" Maggie scolded.
"You want me to stay back here because you know no walkers will get this far back. You don't think I can handle it." Maggie crossed her arms in front of her and gave Beth a stern look.
"I want you safe. That's all." Maggie looked at the very pregnant Lori sitting on the steps at the end of the cellblock. "Between the three of you, you are the most capable. If something does get back here...we need someone besides Lori and Carl to protect this area."
"But…" Beth's eyes jumped to the haggard group behind her sister and she tried to make eye contact with someone, but so far everyone was steadfastly refusing. "Daddy, please…" She moved around Maggie. "I can help. I can do this."
"Bethy, sweetheart. Look at Lori," he replied beseechingly, "eight months pregnant, almost full term, and if something gets back here she's got to rely on her son to protect her. It's a rock and a hard place of a situation…"
"I can do this." Beth reaffirmed.
"Beth, do not make me lock you inside a cell. This is a prison, and I can do it." Maggie growled behind her. Beth rounded on her ready to lay into her when she felt two hands settle on her shoulders. Beth turned again, her eyes landing on the grimey faded brown shirt of Rick's sheriff uniform.
"Beth…" He started, his green eyes boring into hers. "I need you. I need you to protect my wife and unborn child. I need you to protect my son. I need you to do this for me. I won't be able to go out there and do what I need to do safely if I'm worrying about them back here. Please, can you do this for me?" She wanted to argue, but knew, as she felt her stomach drop, that she couldn't do it.
"I...I need a weapon at least." She offered weakly. She was startled when Daryl walked up and handed her a knife in its sheath.
"Keep this." He mumbled as she clasped the knife in her hands. She tucked it into the waistband of her pants and watched silently as the rest of the group turned and walked out. She huffed a sigh and moved to sit next to Lori on the stairs. Lori watched her with careful eyes.
"I'm sorry." Lori said softly.
"It's not-"
"I know. I also know you feel like you gotta prove yourself, and no one gives you the chance." She smiled sadly. "It's a special kind of helpless when no one will look at you twice." Beth remained silent, listening. "I know it seems hopeless, like it'll never come, but you will get your chance to prove yourself. Maybe not to everyone, but you'll show them you are tough and can do what needs to be done." Beth smiled softly and glanced up to Lori.
"Maybe." She started but froze when Lori let out a gasp. Lori grabbed Beth's hand and placed it to her swollen belly. Beth marveled at the rolling and movement coming from underneath. "It still amazes me, every time." She sighed a little. "I can't wait to meet this little one."
"Won't be long." Lori said absently. "The more active he gets the more convinced I am he's going to come early."
"He?"
"Carl was just as active." She supplied. "Of course I'm only guessing. Won't really know until they come out." Beth giggled and nodded before drawing her hand back into her lap.
"How was your first birth?" Beth asked.
"It was tough. I couldn't deliver naturally. I started hemorrhaging and they had to rush me into emergency surgery. Carl was born twenty minutes later." She smiled, "He was healthy and happy. That was all I could have asked for."
Beth sat troubled. Lori had a difficult birth the first time. If she went into labor they'd need her daddy to help with a second c-section. Beth would be completely unprepared and might lose not just the baby, but Lori as well. She sent up a silent prayer asking for Lori to wait until the group came back. It was her best chance.
Daryl gripped the edge of the crossbow as he walked through the quiet corridor. They weren't to the dangerous section yet, but it never hurt to be too careful. His eyes scanned over their little group. Hershel, Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Carol and him. Everyone had been decided to go. Everyone except Beth that was. She'd been forced to stay behind and guard Lori.
Daryl still marveled at the anger she'd been filled with when Maggie had told her she had to stay behind. No one had been able to calm her, except for Rick. Rick had been able to move in their and smooth talk the situation like she wasn't being targeted for being one of the weakest links in their group. No one said it (well, Maggie said it all the damn time but for some reason she didn't count) but everyone knew that Beth was in a dire need of training but would most likely hurt herself before learning anything.
Daryl tended to disagree. He knew she could learn, but he'd be damned if he'd be the one to sully her light with the training and danger of it all. She didn't need all that on her. So, Daryl had stood by, silent, while she'd begged, and pleaded, and begged some more to be trained. Daryl had stood by silent as she'd thundered and raged (you couldn't really call it that, to be honest) every time someone went out to clear the perimeter and told her not to leave her cell. He'd stood by silently as it seemed like her little spirit was being broken and she was accepting her fate. It ate at him, chewed him raw, to see, and he couldn't stomach when they'd all stood there and she'd seemed so desperate to prove herself and protect Lori (after she'd accepted the fact that she was going to be left behind regardless of if she wanted to or not.) She was right. She needed a weapon if she was going to be successful at all in her 'mission.' He'd gotten some of the darkest glares from Maggie when he'd pressed that knife into Beth's hands, but he hadn't cared.
It was a funny thing; to understand why your soulmate was a certain way, but to disagree with it. It was just his luck to spend so much damn time around his soulmate only to watch her spend more time with someone else (she and Glenn were getting awfully close). It was just his luck to spend so much time around his soulmate only to find he really disagreed with a lot of what she did or thought. Hell, he was a Dixon afterall. Honestly, it was just Dixon luck for all of that.
Knowing Dixon luck, his colors would arrive and he wouldn't really have a soulmate at all. The longer he spent around their little farm family additions, that was exactly what he thought was going on. Had to be. His Dixon luck had caused him to be broken; with colors and without a soulmate to share them with. It was a special kind of hell. All the colors that your mind can't even imagine and no one to talk about or understand them with. The only positive was now he didn't have to worry about keeping anyone alive because of sentimental reasons. He didn't have to get attached.
He could focus on keeping everyone alive, no matter how angry they were at getting left behind.
"Alright," Rick said softly, trying to keep his voice down. Just beyond the barred door in front of them was the hall to the kitchens. They needed to be tactical about this. Nice and quiet until they were in position. "I'm gonna unbar the door, and fire off a round. That'll draw them over this way, but they'll be funneled through this door. Hopefully we can take the majority of them out in smaller numbers before we have to move past this point to the kitchens." His eyes scanned their group. "Any questions?" Daryl gripped his crossbow and shook his head in the negative. Rick gave a nod. "Alright, everyone take your positions."
Beth was sitting in her cell writing in her little notebook when she heard Lori begin pacing the cellblock. She closed her notebook and stood to lean against her open door and watch. "You gettin' restless?" She asked and watched Lori stroke her belly as she moved.
"Yeah...must be it." Lori agreed distractedly. Beth frowned.
"You alright?" She walked to Lori's side as Lori gripped the hand railing and began breathing.
"Yeah. Just weak...think I need to eat something…" Beth could tell she was lying.
"Lori…" Lori's eyes landed on Beth and the fear was palpable.
"Beth…" She breathed, "I think the baby is coming."
Daryl wiped the grime from his hands. Killing the walkers as they'd funneled through the door had been a good idea, but difficult to execute. Getting into the kitchen had been even harder, but they'd managed. There was a stock of cans they could use to help tide everyone over until their garden was up and functioning. He pulled the backpack and bag from around his neck and flung them over to Maggie as she started shoving the cans in. "Looks like we got some peaches, corn, beans, cans of chicken, and a large bag of rice down here." Maggie said as she shoved things into the bag. "We won't be able to take it all right now. We'll have to come back in a few trips to get everything. Trying to secure this section would mean cleaning another cell block. Right now, it just ain't worth it." They all nodded.
"We can plan another smaller run after we get back. Just grab what you can carry and we'll make our way back." Rick supplied as she stuffed another bag full of cans. Daryl gave a grunt as he kept an eye out down the hallway for more walkers coming. So far, so clear.
"That's all I can carry," Glenn offered. Maggie made an agreeing noise. Grunts were heard through area before Rick made the signal for everyone to head back. Daryl tried his best to bar the door once everyone was out so that no walkers would get in, but there wasn't much he could do to really secure the room.
He barred the door once everyone back through the safe zone and continued down the hallway back towards their cell block. When everyone entered it was deathly quiet, with an air that put everyone on edge.
"Beth? Lori?" Rick called out as he walked to the center of the cell block.
"Dad!" Carl cried out from inside his locked cell. Rick rushed over. "It's mom...the baby is coming." Rick's eyes widened and he stood rushing to the end of cell block but stopped halfway down the hall and froze. He heard footsteps behind him but just watched.
The fear in Rick's voice pushed Daryl into action, moving before he knew what was happening. He froze next to Rick as the sound hit his ears before the picture met his eyes.
Beth stumbled down the hallway, tears blurring her eyes as she walked. She cradled a bloodied sweatshirt to her, not caring of the blood spattered across her front and dripping down her arms. Her eyes landed on everyone's faces as she rounded the corner and she froze just staring at everyone. A choked sob escaped her throat before she collapsed to her knees, clutching the bundle closer to her as it started wailing.
Her blue eyes darted up as she heard someone step close to her and she locked eyes with Daryl. It was half a breathe that she could hold his gaze before she broke and the baby's wails were joined by her own.