AN: WELCOME TO THE SEQUEL! I'm excited to begin writing this. If you haven't read the first part "Keeping Secrets" go leave and do that now! Lol. Okay, so everyone else, I'm so glad that you're reading my story. I love reviews, so please feel free to leave me one (seriously). This chapter will be shorter than some of the other chapters in the last installment.

"Not much further now," Marie stated, folding the map up and putting it back into the glove box. She was glad that they were doing this; they hadn't been alone much lately. She'd spent a lot of her days teaching Judd and a few others to properly use a weapon.

"Told ya we didn't need that damn thing," Daryl replied.

"Right, 'cause you've got your own map," she rolled her eyes.

"Damn straight." A playful glint shone in his blue eyes and his brunette counterpart laughed.

"So, you never did tell me how old you are," she said, thinking back to the last time they were in a truck alone together. They were headed to the CDC if she recalled correctly.

"Why's it matter?"

"I don't know…I'm just curious…"

"What if I said I was fifty?"

"Then I'd be in love with an old man," she shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, but I don't even know your birthday…Isn't that something you should know about a person before you have a kid? Or get a ring from them?"

"Guess so. I was born on February 7th an' I'm 38."

"Jeez you are old!" she said playfully. An eight year age gap wasn't too bad, especially for apocalypse standards. Sure, it was the largest age gap she'd ever dated a guy with but he was great and she loved him.

"Maybe yer jus' young," he suggested.

"Nah, I'll get you a cane if we find one."

"Funny, Marie," he rolled his eyes. They were both quiet for a few minutes.

"What if it's over run?" Marie asked, breaking the silence. She couldn't get the thought out of her head. She had worried terribly about leaving the prison to begin with, but if something were to happen to her or Daryl, Gavin would be crushed. Maybe it wasn't smart of her to leave. But, Daryl had made a good point, hunting was better out here. Plus, this would probably be one of their last days to be outside, given that it was already getting pretty chilly, and at nights they would get around thirty degrees.

"Then we turn back," he answered simply. "Stuff ain't nearly as important as either a our lives." The silver truck continued to speed down the country road, as both Daryl and Marie were quiet. They didn't really know what to say after that. Marie was truthfully surprised that they were actually going to go back to Hershel's farm to retrieve the items that they left behind. After about five more minutes, Daryl pulled the truck up the driveway to the house. There were only two walkers in sight, which was beneficial. Marie exited the passenger door and shot one, while Daryl shot the other. The tents they'd stayed in were still in place. "Let's get this stuff first," Daryl suggested. Marie nodded and they both moved over to the tents.

"I'll get our bags," Marie said as she quickly moved over to that side of the property. She wasn't stupid about it; she looked around and made sure that there weren't any walkers in sight. The area was clear and she grabbed the two bags from the inside, deciding against getting the sleeping bags. They looked worn and they'd be useless. She didn't bother looking inside of either bag, there wasn't anything lying around, so everything had to be in there.

Once she and Daryl got all of the bags from outside, they went into the house and got the objects Maggie and Beth requested. It was a very quick, easy, uneventful run.

As Daryl drove the large truck down the empty Georgia rode, a thought dawned on Marie. She turned around, leaning over the seats. "The hell are ya doin'?" Daryl asked.

"I'm getting something," she replied, unzipping her bag which she'd left all those months ago. As she got her hands on the cd case, she felt a sting on her butt. "Hey!" she protested, moving back into her seat. "What is it with every guy I date and my ass?" Daryl shrugged and kept his eyes on the road. She put the cd in the cd player. A 3OH!3 song began to play. Marie scooted over to the middle seat.

"Whatcha doin'?" Daryl asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Nothin'," she said innocently. She pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Don't seem like nothin'," he said.

"Maybe it's not," she whispered, kissing his neck once more. The car came to a stop and he cut the engine, but turned the key back to still have the music. She easily took his hint and moved onto his lap. Their lips attacked each other's. His hands found home on her jean clad ass as hers worked at unbuttoning his shirt. When the song changed, she froze and pulled away from his kiss.

"What's the matter?"

"I…I can't. Not to this song." I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith was playing. He looked at her, searching her blue eyes for the reason. "This was…um…" it was hard to say. Especially when this song was playing, so she turned it off. "I know guy's hate when women talk about their exes…but this was mine and Shane's song…I…" she whipped her eyes. Daryl felt like he had to understand. Whether either of them liked it or not, Shane would always be a part of their lives. He was Gavin's father after all.

"S'okay," he said, cupping her face.

"I'm sorry, really."

"I said it's okay. Let's jus' get back." Marie nodded. She didn't really want that to ruin their time. So, she leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips once more, in hope it would get them back into the mood. His hands moved back around her waist and then found home on her sides, but when his thumbs went to caress her stomach, he paused.

"What?" she asked, looking at him curiously. His hand rested on her slightly more extended belly.

"I jus' didn't notice ya were so big…" She gave him a look of irritation. "I mean…ya know…So pregnant…not fat."

Marie broke a smile. She knew what he meant, she just wanted to make him squirm "Well, I'm about sixteen weeks along, but I was still pretty small up until twenty weeks with Gavin." He continued to move his hand across her belly. It was so fascinating. "You should be able to feel it kick soon."

"Can't ya just talk in terms of months?" he asked. She smiled and nodded. Daryl gave her a genuine, happy smile. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't excited in the least. Sure he was scared of all the things that could go wrong, but on the other hand, there were things that could go right. He loved Marie and any child that was a combination of the two of them could be special.

"We should get back," she patted his shoulder and moved back to her own seat.

"Guess so," he agreed. They began to drive back down the road.

"Shit," Marie cursed. "Look up ahead!"

"Fuck," Daryl replied. He put the car in reverse, and turned around. The large herd of walkers heading there way wasn't there when they began their journey and it was rather nerve wrecking that they were so close.

"How are we gonna get back?" she asked nervously.

"Don't know. Check the map; we can probably go 'round the other way."

Marie pulled out the map and looked for an alternate route. After a few moments, she looked back up at Daryl. "There's another way that'll lead us back to the prison…but we've gotta go through a small town."

"That our best option?" Marie nodded. "Guess we better risk it."

"You'll get us back," she looked at him confidently. They sped down the road made it to the town. They were pleasantly surprised not to see a huge herd of walkers blocking their path. Although…they didn't see any walkers…which, was even more odd. "Um…" Marie started. "I have a funny feeling about this…"

"Can't go back the other way…" Daryl sighed. He didn't like this either. He'd do whatever he could to keep her safe; that was for sure. Marie scooted closer to him, suddenly feeling very lonely on the other side of the car. She gripped his thigh and he patted her hand affectionately. "Don't worry, I'll keep ya safe." He was kind of getting used to this knight in shining armor thing. He was always the one that Marie went to.

"Okay," she said leaning closer to him. "I just have a really, really bad feeling right now…"

"I got ya," he wrapped an arm around her for good measure. Out of nowhere, there was a loud popping noise.

"Daryl, that was a gun shot. Stop the car!" He obliged in the hope that they wouldn't be shot at any more. Marie scooted back over and rolled down her window. "Please don't-" Daryl pulled her back to his side.

"What the hell are ya doin'?" he exclaimed. "Are ya crazy? We don't know who the hell those people are! They could be rapists or some shit!"

"Oh God! I didn't even-!" Marie was so used to being around good people; she forgot how fearful she needed to be of live people...

"Ya gotta think 'bout these things Marie."

"I can't believe I…Oh God! This is bad!"

"Don't move!" a male's southern accented voice exclaimed. "We'll shoot you!" he warned.

"Roll that window up an' duck," Daryl said to Marie. She did as she was told, trusting his judgment. He started to speed away, and that's when the there was another gunshot and a stream of curses left Daryl's lips. He shut down the car. "We're fucked," he hit his head into the steering wheel.

"We'll be okay," Marie tried to be positive. But, in reality, she was shaking in her boots. It was terrifying. She couldn't die. That was all there was to it. Daryl couldn't die either. They had to live.

"Step outa the car nice an' slow," another southern accented voice said. This time, a woman.

"Please don't hurt us…" Marie said.

"We'll see about that," the woman said. Marie took Daryl's hand in hers, hoping that it would provide themselves with some comfort. They both slid out of her door, being as it was the side that the woman was on. She was younger, with bleach blonde hair and forest green eyes. She was shorter than Marie, making her about 5'4" and she was petite but she clearly had some strength to her. "You're…You're pregnant?" she asked, her hard look softening.

"Yes…and I have a son back with my group…I just want to get back to him." Marie was hoping that the young woman would be sympathetic and allow them to just leave, maybe pick up another car…

"Melody, go back inside, I'll take it from here," the original man said approaching him. Marie looked up to see who it was, she turned white as a snow flake and gripped Daryl's hand like a vice.

"But sir…she's pregnant…" Melody said.

"I'll take care of it." He continued to walk, his melodic footsteps echoing in Marie's ears, making her sicker by the moment. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he chuckled softly.

AN: Who do y'all think it is? Or is it someone we've met before? Please review and let me know what you thought about this! (I'm weird right now, it's 1:30 am and I need to be up at 7 am…). The more reviews I get, the more likely I'm gonna post the next chapter tomorrow :)