"Hey."

Kit looked up from the guns she was cleaning to see Daryl there and she gave him a weak smile that he could immediately see through. "Hey."

"I, uh, found somethin'. I hope ya don't mind tha' I looked through it a little." He handed her a notebook that she immediately recognized. "I was lookin' through yer car to unpack some of the shit we had in there and I remembered ya talkin' 'bout it back on the farm." It was the notebook she had used to chronicle what happened to them after the outbreak. She had stopped using it since the winter because there had simply been no time or desire to mark down everything that occurred, but now they were in a safe place.

"Thank you," she replied quietly. "I'd pretty much forgotten about it."

"Look, I ain't mad at ya, Kit. I know I was pissed when you first told me but I ain't pissed anymore, either. I jus' want things ta go back ta normal."

"Is there a normal for us?" she asked. "We've never spent more than two months in a single place since the world went to shit and we've been together less than a year. I don't think we have a 'normal'. I want to have a 'normal', though. I really wish we could have that. I'm sorry we have to go through this, Daryl, but it isn't your fault that I'm unhappy right now. I just need to know…" Kit had been about to say that she hoped Daryl wouldn't resent her for an abortion but given how little they had been talking lately, it seemed like a bad idea to discuss something so touchy. "I just need to know that you're going to be here so we can get through this together."

"'Course I'm gonna be here," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," she replied, exhausted. "I'm just not thinking straight."

"As soon as Rick and the others leave for guns, you should get some rest. You haven't been sleeping enough."

She knew he was right: she hadn't been sleeping nearly enough. "Alright, I'll sleep as soon as they leave." She stood slowly. "I'm getting a list from Herschel and giving to Michonne."

"What?" He wasn't happy. "Why the hell would ya give the list ta her 'stead of someone who we know an' trust?"

"She probably won't guess what the supplies are for and even if she does, I do have my reasons for choosing her: she's a woman," Kit said simply. "And I think she can keep a secret. I trust her, Daryl."

He sighed. "Fine, but if the entire prison finds out…"

"It will be no one's fault but my own," she finished, before giving him a very short kiss, which surprised him. Apart from sleeping in the same bed, they hadn't had any form of intimate contact since she had told him she was pregnant.

She left the cell they were in and went downstairs to make a beeline for Michonne. "Michonne," she addressed the other woman, before pulling her quickly into a cell. The taller woman looked surprised, but not scared by Kit. "I need a favor."

"What kind of favor?" she asked suspiciously. "Is this the kind of favor that is going to get me kicked out by Rick? Because if it is the answer is no."

"No, it won't get you kicked out. This favor has nothing to do with the rest of the group and you don't have to say yes if you don't want to." She handed Michonne the list. "I know you're going on a run with Rick and Carl and if you happen to find anything on this list, could you bring it back with you?"

"And what do I tell Rick when I pick up one of these things? They aren't exactly run-of-the-mill supplies," Michonne noted. "What the hell would I want with any of these things? He'll know they aren't mine."

"Say that Herschel asked for them. It's half the truth, anyway."

"So what do you want them for?" A quick look passed between Kit and Michonne and during that look, it seemed like Michonne understood what Kit needed completely. She nodded. "I'll get you your supplies, but you owe me a favor."

"Anything, you name it."

"I think I'll wait to cash it in. I can't guarantee I'll find any of these things, though."

"I owe you so much just for looking for them. It's fine if you don't find anything."

"You have yourself a deal."

Rick narrowed his eyes at them as they left the cell together but didn't say a word, much to Kit's relief. "Until I'm back, Herschel, Daryl, Glenn and…Kit are in charge." It seemed hard for him to say that Kit was in charge in any way, shape, or form, but he said it and she appreciated the gesture nonetheless – especially considering how secretive she had been with him and the rest of the group lately.

After the threesome left, Kit turned to the other three who had been appointed as leaders. "I hate to ask, but would it be alright if I got some sleep? If you need anything, all you have to do is wake me up."

Herschel said, "Of course." And Daryl nodded but it took a moment for Glenn to nod, too.

"Thank you," she sighed before heading to the perch where she and Daryl had been sleeping, Bernie quickly following her.

"That damn cat," Daryl muttered.

Kit only slept for a few hours, but she still felt at least slightly better afterwards than before and it was always nice to wake up to a purring cat next to you.

"He's missed you, ya know." Kit turned to see Beth taking care of Judith not far away, clearly referring to Bernie. "I was never a good replacement."

"Thank you, Beth."

"Everyone's worried 'bout you and Daryl, you know. We just want to help."

"I know, Beth, and I wish we could alleviate your worries but for the moment, Daryl and I just need to work through this ourselves."

"I know my dad knows somethin'." Kit's head shot up. "He hasn't said anythin' but I can see that he knows somethin' and Merle knows something, too. When do you plan on tellin' the rest of us?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Kit promised dryly. "No matter what happens. As soon as this business with the Governor is over, you'll all know. I just think we need to focus on that for the time being."

"You just don't want people to know."

"That, too."

It didn't take too long for Rick, Carl, and Michonne to arrive back at the prison and when they did, Kit noticed Michonne slip Herschel a small bag and felt, for the first time in a long time, a little triumphant. She'd found something, at least. Rick, once again, looked suspicious but didn't say anything. Kit could tell, though, that he intended to ask Herschel about it later, though he would not get any sort of real answer out of the old man.

"Tomorrow is our meeting with the Governor," Rick announced. "I need volunteers to come with me."

"I'll go." Kit immediately volunteered. "Someone needs to keep you idiots from saying something that will get us all killed." Rick didn't appear appreciative of the comment but he didn't dispute it, either.

"I'm going." Daryl wasn't volunteering, he was insisting that he go.

"I can come, too," Herschel said. "As Kit pointed out, it'd be good to have a few level-headed people around. I can only hope that the Governor chooses to bring Andrea with him." Kit hoped so, too.

Just before bed, Kit apprehensively approached Herschel. "So how many things can we cross off the list?"

"See for yourself." He handed her the list that now had two items crossed off it. "You're running out of time, though, if I've done my math correctly."

"I know," she groaned. "And believe me: I would like to follow the rules that the world used to have about these kinds of things because they were put in place for a reason. The way I see it, we only have a couple more weeks before it gets to the point where I won't feel comfortable going through with this. I guess it will just have to be a race against time." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration and then began cleaning her glasses apprehensively. "I appreciate all that you're doing, Herschel, I really do."

"I know," he replied kindly. "And I understand that this is not easy for you."

She went up to the perch and stretched her body out before going to bed. This caused her shirt to come up and reveal the tiniest amount of swelling in her lower abdomen which didn't escape her notice, nor did it escape Daryl's. In fact, it made her sick to her stomach because it was an all-too-painful reminder about how real this all was; it wasn't just an idea anymore. It could happen. She quickly pulled her shirt down to cover the area and crawled onto the mattress with Daryl.

"Are you sure ya wanna go tomorrow?" he asked. "I'm sure Rick wouldn't say anythin' if ya chose not ta go."

"It's not about Rick, it's about me: I need to be a part of this."

He nodded. "I get it, I just wanted ya ta know tha' ya don't have to."

She pushed her body up close to his and said "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I've been askin' myself the same question fer months 'cept I don't know what I ever did ta deserve you." She couldn't help but smile a little bit. "Now that's somethin' I haven't seen in a while."

"I could say the same about you."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Are you nervous for tomorrow? I am. This could all go very wrong very quickly."

"Yeah, I am, but it's gotta be done. Gotta stall for time, remember?"

"I remember."

The following day, Kit, Daryl and Rick were scouting out the area for the meeting, trying to see if there were any walkers or any suspicious activity around. They didn't find any of the latter until the Governor was already there, waiting for Rick.

'What the hell?' Kit mouthed at Daryl and he nodded in agreement before they approached Herschel who had waited in the car.

"We don't see anyone else around but keep the car runnin'," Daryl told him. But they didn't have to wait for long: a white car soon pulled up, revealing two of the Governor's henchmen and Andrea, whom Kit did not consider to be one of the Governor's henchmen, at least for the time being. "Your guy's already in there," Daryl informed her, which did not appear to make Andrea happy, because she stormed inside and appeared to be giving the two men a scolding.

"How much do you wanna bet this goes nowhere?" Daryl asked her.

Kit shrugged. "I'd probably be willing to bet the whole prison."

"Maybe we should go inside," Herschel suggested as the two groups gave each other a once-over with their eyes, assessing the other group.

"The Governor thought it best if they spoke privately," One of them replied. He looked terribly out of place with a weapon that appeared unused and scribbling in a notebook.

"And who the hell are you?" Daryl asked, without even trying to be cordial.

"Daryl," Kit hissed, trying to keep the peace.

"Milton Mamet," the other man replied mildly.

"Great," Daryl huffed. "He brought his butler.

This got a short laugh out of Martinez but Milton was not so amused. "I'm his advisor."

"What kind of advice?"

"I don't think I need to explain myself to henchmen," Milton said haughtily.

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine."

"If we're going to be pointing guns at each other all day can you please shut up?" Martinez asked.

"I think you all should shut up," Kit told them all irritably. "This isn't a dick measuring contest, it's supposed to be a diplomatic meeting. If none of you can refrain from acting like children, just leave me and Andrea here to handle things." Martinez appeared amused while Milton appeared impressed with her. "Daryl," Kit whispered harshly, causing the man to back off from Martinez and she sighed a little with relief.

"Guess we know who runs things, around here," Martinez laughed mockingly.

Daryl didn't like the fact that Martinez was implying that he was weak, but he hated it even more that Martinez didn't show any respect for Kit, either. "You gotta problem with that, asshole?"

That shut Martinez up. He seemed surprised that Daryl didn't have a problem giving Kit a leadership position. At that moment Andrea came outside again, looking distraught. "Is the patriarchy holding you down, too?" Kit joked.

"You could say that," Andrea said as she sat down, Kit quickly following her to show a little feminine solidarity.

"There's no reason we can't go over the issues, ourselves," Milton suggested. "None of us want another battle."

"I wouldn't call it a battle," Daryl snorted derisively.

"Well I would, and I did when I recorded it," he informed them, holding up his paper. This caused Daryl to pause for a moment. Kit did the exact same thing as Milton. Not as religiously, obviously, but she had still begun recording the goings on of the prison only the day before they had met up with the Governor. In that moment, Daryl saw Kit in another life, when he looked at Milton. One in which she was the right hand man of the Governor – maybe even sleeping with him – and it was her fighting the group. It wasn't a thought he cared to entertain, but it was impossible not to draw a few parallels between Kit and Milton. After all, they were both undeniably intellectuals, though Kit usually chose not to speak as if she were one and Daryl sometimes forgot she was on full academic scholarship at the University of Georgia before the outbreak. "It will be a part of our history."

"Makes sense," Herschel agreed.

Then they all heard some walkers approaching and the four of them – Andrea, Daryl, Kit and Martinez – all strode over to take care of the threat. Daryl and Martinez were still clearly trying to size each other up so Andrea made the first move, stabbing a walker in the eye.

"Pussy," Martinez accused before swinging his bat into the head of a walker.

Daryl did not take kindly to that so he soon went after a walker of his own and Kit watched as he and Martinez took turns taking the walkers out. Eventually, she got sick of it and threw a knife into the head of a walker that both men were approaching to kill. She walked over and pulled her knife out of the corpse, wiping the rotten blood off on her corduroy pants. "Can this dick measuring contest be over now?" she asked irritably before exclaiming Men!" and stalked off.

Daryl chuckled a little bit before going through the walker bodies and finding a box of cigarettes, pulling it out, and lighting up. "Want one?" he asked Martinez.

"I prefer menthols."

"Douchebag." Daryl didn't know why he tucked the cigarettes into his pocket – he knew Kit would never let him smoke at the prison – but he did it anyway and saw her glaring at him from where the others stood. He could tell she wasn't too pissed at him for the cigarettes, though, so he continued taking drags from it. "You army or somethin'?"

"Nah, I just hate these things." Martinez looked down as if he was baring his soul to Daryl. "After what they did….wife…kids."

"Sucks," Daryl said sympathetically.

"You were married before this happened?" Martinez asked, nodding at Daryl's ring.

"After." He looked to Kit. "That's her." Maybe he shouldn't have been telling Martinez who his wife was, but the man seemed decent enough even if he worked for the biggest asshole on the planet.

Martinez raised his eyebrows. "I guess I shouldn't be that surprised. She's a scrappy little thing, though. It's good she can take biters out."

"Tell me about it. It's real nice knowin' tha' I don't gotta worry 'bout her constantly if there are walkers around. Don't make me worry much less, though."

Martinez nodded before saying "This is a joke, right? They're not going to work anything out. They'll do their little dance and the next day, they'll give the word."

Daryl hated to admit it, but Martinez was right: they were only prolonging the inevitable. "I know. I guess I hope I don't have ta point this thing at you." He indicated to his crossbow.

Meanwhile, by the cars, Milton approached Kit. "You seem different from the others."

"Different how?"

"I don't know. More like me, I guess. What did you do before the outbreak?"

"I was a student at the University of Georgia – on scholarship. What about you?"

"Researcher," he responded vaguely. "What was your major? I'm curious."

"I can see that," she replied with a small smile. "I was undecided still, even after my sophomore year."

"I guess you are like me, then: an intellectual."

"On some level, I suppose. I never really thought of myself as an intellectual, though."

"You married?" He seemed almost disappointed to see the ring on her finger. "Aren't you a little young?"

"Who's to say who's young and who's old anymore? And yes, I am married: to that idiot over there." She pointed to Daryl. "He knows I hate cigarettes." She knew he was smoking because he was nervous so she wasn't mad, she just wasn't eager to kiss someone who would taste like an ashtray. Kit could tell by looking at Milton's face that he didn't think she and Daryl were a good match but she didn't give a damn what he thought, anyway, so she left with Herschel to go comfort Andrea.

"You're family," Herschel told the other blonde woman. "You belong with us, but if you join us, it's settled."

"I know."

"We need you, Andrea," Kit told her. "I need you." And she really did need her friends right now, more than ever.

Soon Andrea made her choice, though, and she chose to go with the Governor, but Kit got the sneaking suspicion that Andrea was not where she wanted to be. Kit, for her part, climbed onto the back of Daryl's motorcycle and rode back to the prison where Rick informed them what had transpired with the Governor. Unsurprisingly, the Governor wanted them dead and that meant war.

"Kit," Rick said. "You're on first watch."

"I can take it," Merle volunteered. "I'll take first watch."

This earned him wide-eyed surprise from everyone, including Kit. "And why shouldn't Kit pull her weight?" Rick asked.

"She ain't slept well in days. She deserves it. I'll even take two shifts, if you want. Hell, I'll take watch all night."

"Fine. Maggie will relieve you after two shifts." Everyone was shocked that Rick went along with Merle's demands but Kit was grateful for the opportunity to sleep, even if she would sleep knowing that they were officially at war with the Governor.

Everyone went back to their normal routines, still shaken by the news Rick had brought, but Glenn had other things on his mind as he approached Kit. "What was that about? Since when does Merle want to take shifts for you, or anyone for that matter? If keeping me in the dark is some form of punishment for not wanting Merle here – "

"It's not a punishment," Kit interrupted. "I would just prefer not to share."

"Not even with me? Even Merle knows!"

"Fine," she growled and in a low hushed voice she told him "I'm fucking pregnant, okay? I told Merle while I was in Woodbury to guarantee he wouldn't kill me."

"And Daryl knows?" Glenn stuttered. "That's what you two were arguing about?"

"Yes. We've decided we're not going to go through with it so we've been trying to keep it quiet. Please keep this to yourself, Glenn. I know you hate secrets but everyone who needs to know, is already quite aware of my situation."

"Fine," he sighed. "God, Kit, I just…"

"I know, Glenn. I'm sorry if I made it seem like I was trying to punish you, because I wasn't." They hugged each other for a moment. "I hope you're over Merle being here, now."

"Not even close, but I guess since he's not going away anytime soon I better get used to him. Go get some sleep," he urged. "And let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Glenn."

"Are we good?"

"We're good."