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The convoy was set back almost two hours and lost 32 people because of the walkers. Those who survived moved the bodies and redistributed supplies while Daryl attempted to comfort a shocked Jo.

Rick rounded the back of the vehicle and found the two sitting on floor of the truck, leaning against the bench seat. Daryl's hand lay on Jo's leg. He was lightly rubbing her thigh, and Jo was staring at her hands folded in her lap. The tears had stopped, but they hadn't spoken since.

"We're about to head out. Are you OK to go?" Rick asked.

Daryl looked up and nodded. "I'll be right back, Jo." He kissed her temple, stepped over her and walked with Rick away from the truck.

"How is she?" Rick asked, concern straining his voice.

Daryl shook his head, rubbing his hand over his brow. "I don't know. She was hysterical. She cried and cried and now she won't say nothin'," he said, kicking a bloodstained shoe on the ground.

"Just stay with her. She'll get through it," Rick said. "She's strong."

Daryl nodded. "Thing is, I don't know how I'll get through it."

Rick looked at Daryl in surprise.

"I mean, I will… I'll do what I gotta do, but she was carrying my baby, Rick, and we didn't even know." Daryl paced back and forth with his hands on his hips.

"I know, Daryl. But where we're headed, they're will be more medical staff, it'll be safer. It could be a home," Rick said.

"It better fuckin' be or this trip just cost me a baby and that can't be paid back," Daryl spat. He turned and quickly hopped into the back of the vehicle.

Rick shook his head and jogged toward Carol. "Will you ride with Daryl and Jo?"

"Of course. I was planning to," Carol said. "Are they doing OK?"

"It's hard to say. They need all the support we can give them." Rick patted her arm and told Major Rice everyone was ready to head out.

Carol and Hershel joined Jo and Daryl in the back of the truck. Hershel quietly checked Jo's vitals as the engine started up. The noise brought Jo out of her trance. She looked up at Hershel and Carol as the truck began to move.

"How are you feeling?" Hershel asked, leaning away from Jo and using his arms to sit on the bench opposite her.

Jo shrugged. She looked out the back of the truck at the military personnel walking alongside the convoy. She felt completely empty. Her chest felt hollow and all she could think of was the baby she unknowingly had in her belly. If they lived in a different time, if the world hadn't gone to shit, she would have known she was pregnant and she would have been able to take care of herself and that baby. But they didn't live in that world and she couldn't take care of herself. She was barely alive. Would she ever be more than this empty shell? Would she ever accomplish the things in her life she had always wanted - getting married, having babies, build a house? She couldn't see it. She didn't believe anything that good would happen to her, not in this world.

"Jo?" She looked back at Hershel and Carol. "Jo, I know this is hard," Carol said, leaning forward. "There is nothing anyone can say that will make it better. All you can do is believe it was fate."

Jo parted her lips, taking in a shaky breath. Daryl squeezed her leg encouragingly. Jo licked her lips, looking from Carol to Daryl's hand and back to Carol. "How do you know…?"

Carol sighed. "Before I had Sophia, Ed and I had been trying for years. I lost three babies before my angel was born. It's the hardest thing I've ever been through… but I got through all of them. You can get through this too."

Jo nodded and rested her head on Daryl's shoulder. Daryl put his arm around Jo and mouthed "Thank you" to Carol. A meek smile crossed Carol's lips before they all relaxed.

Jo's eyes fluttered open. Daryl was gently shaking her awake. It was dark and her body ached. She lifted her head off his shoulder as everyone around her prepared to exit the truck.

"Where are we?" Jo asked groggily.

"We're here. We made it to Fort Bragg," Daryl said, helping her up. Daryl jumped out the back of the truck and lifted Jo out by her waist. He slung his crossbow over his shoulder and carried their duffel bags in both hands.

"I can't believe we made it," Jo said, reaching out to take a duffel bag. Daryl pulled it away from her.

"I got it." She crossed her arms over her chest, annoyed.

Major Rice was speaking with someone who looked to be his Fort Bragg counterpart while the new military personnel were leading the survivors to sleeping quarters. Fort Bragg was much bigger than Fort McPherson and even though it was night, Jo could see. She looked up at large floodlights, illuminating the whole grounds.

"Must have generators or somethin'," Daryl said, following her gaze. A soldier led the group through a courtyard surrounded by multiple large, brick buildings. The courtyard was swarming with soldiers and civilians being directed to their new resting quarters. A civilian walking passed the group bumped into Jo's shoulder as the group took in their surroundings.

"Hey, man, watch where the hell you're walkin'," Daryl yelled, pushing the man away from Jo.

The confused man mumbled an apology.

"You're so good at making friends, Daryl," Maggie said sarcastically.

"The hell do I need friends for?"

Maggie smirked and looked at Jo. She had an overwhelmed and worried expression on her face. "You OK, Jo?"

Jo's head shot around at the sound of her name. She nodded. "Tired."

The soldier opened the door to one of the barracks in the right corner of the courtyard and showed them to several empty rooms. "We have three rooms available for your group. Showers are upstairs, but we ask you to please take short showers only when necessary. We'll have a meeting tomorrow. Happy to have you all here." The soldier smiled politely and left.

"You and Maggie wanna bunk with us?" Daryl asked Glenn, motioning toward the room on the end.

Glenn raised a surprised eyebrow. "Yeah, sure."

Maggie and Glenn followed Jo and Daryl into the room. Two full-sized beds were on opposites sides of the room, with dressers, nightstands, desks and chairs for each side. Glenn and Maggie unloaded their bags on the bed, talking quietly to themselves.

Jo lay on the bed, curling into a ball. Daryl looked at her back and hung his head. He leaned his crossbow on the wall and sat down on the bed with his back to Jo. Leaning his arms on his knees, he put his head in his hands feeling completely defeated.

Maggie and Glenn silently turned off the lamp on their side of the room. Glenn gave Daryl and friendly pat on the shoulder before lying in bed. Daryl kicked off his boots and slid his pants off. He checked the door lock and turned off the lamp. As he crawled into bed, he heard Jo's muffled sniffles. Daryl lifted the blanket, covering her shivering frame and pulled her toward him. She tensed as his arm locked around her, but she let out a breath and eased her muscles.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Why are you sorry?" Daryl asked, confused.

"I don't want this to ruin us, but I'm so sad, Daryl," she whispered.

"I am too, babe. I'm torn up about this. But my concern now is making sure you're OK," he whispered into her hair.

Jo wiped the tears from her eyes and linked her arm with Daryl's, holding onto it. She sighed. "I hope I'm not broken."

Daryl let out a laugh. "You're not broken, woman. Go to sleep."

She kissed his arm and sighed again before almost immediately drifting into a deep sleep.

"Please, don't push me away," Daryl whispered to her before shutting his eyes.