As Nora was about to pass by Cell D (where the doors that led to the Yard were located, which would take them to the Cafeteria) she bumped into somebody as she rounded the corner. "Woah~!" A familiar voice rang out, as they tried frantically to keep from dropping a plate of food that was in their hands. "Sorry, I didn't kn-" They cut themself off as their eyes settled upon the Irish lady, having not seen her yet since she arrived. "Nora!" The asian boy smiled widely, his free arm moving to wrap around her in an embrace, squeezing gently. Which she would note that his arms were badly scarred and slightly discolored due to the tissue having been badly damaged. "They said you were back, but I didn't see you in there when I got back!" Glenn pulled away from her, returning his hand to hold the other side of the plate. "It's good to see you guys again. We all thought for certain that night had been the last we'd ever see of you guys."

Pain soared through her body upon the impact of hitting another form. Though it felt almost as slim as her own, it was wiry and well-muscled. Her ribs, which she'd determined long ago were more than likely damaged in some way were beginning to smart with each passing minute and it took everything in her not to scream out in pain.

The shock of running into yet another familiar face almost didn't register until Glenn's free arm came up to tug the petite Irishwoman in for a painful hug. Nora almost didn't have time to fully absorb the whole situation until he began speaking again. She drank in Glenn's giddy features, a small smile building on her face as well in response to his enthusiasm.

"Chinaman." She breathed, a whisper of a laugh fleeing her lips as she took in his happy presence while trying to touch her ribs without him noticing. "All of ye should know by now 'ow hard it is ta keep an Irishwoman away." She joked. She heard Glenn chuckle softly, casting her eyes downwards at the torn flesh on his arms that was healing rather well. "Wh... what 'appened to ye?" She inquired, motioning to his arms before she thought twice about the damage done to her own hands and stuffed them back into her pockets, hoping to God that he didn't notice.

Glenn had taken notice in her wincing and the pain that had etched itself briefly upon her features after their slight run-in. He paid no attention to it though as he had been to excited to see her. However when the Irish woman had begun to start up on his own battle scars, his eyes lowered. He seemed to withdraw slightly, his expression smoothing over and his lips pulling into a frown. "Oh. This." He raised his arm slightly as he looked at it, his eyes looking the wounds over. "We weren't the only ones here at first." Glenn lifted his head.

"There were these three prisoners that had survived...holed themselves up in the Cafeteria." He motioned behind him as he stated this. "Turns out one of 'em wasn't just in here for robbery or drugs.." The asian's frown deepened, his brows coming together. His eyes started to feel warm as he still felt entirely responsible for the others having died. "They got Hershel and TDog...I'm lucky to still be alive." Glenn half smiled, as he blinked away the tears that had started to form. "If it hadn't been for Daryl and Rick I would have been as good as gone too." A silence fell between them for a moment before Glenn motioned towards her hands, which he had noticed. "What about you? You seem like you went through some hell before you made it back. You ok?" He quirked a brow.

Nora winced slightly as Glenn spilled his story, feeling a sort of dizziness consume her. She shook it off, an empathetic look seeping into her features. T-Dog was gone? And the good doctor? Her head lowered. May the lands grant them peace, she mused to herself before her eyes bravely traveled to his own when her injuries were mentioned. She reached up, self-consciously sweeping her hair over her neck to ensure that the bruises that dwelled beneath the blanket of black were not visible to Glenn's worried gaze. Her sleeve rode up slightly in the action, revealing that the scratches on her knuckles traveled further beneath the cover.

She forced a smile. "I did." She acknowledged finally before dropping her hand. The sleeve fell back to its original spot over her hand, shielding most of the damage once again. She shifted, then winced slightly. "I'm 'ome. No bites or scratches... from the undead, at least." She laughed in feeble attempts to raise spirits. "I'll be fine once I get some food in me."

The frown remained present on his face as she hesitated to answer. In her action to move her hair, he saw a glimpse of the wounds that riddled her arms and watched as she quickly moved her hand down to allow the fabric to hide them again. His eyes moved to meet with hers, concern filling his eyes. He was a smart kid and he could tell that there was definitely a lot more to this than she was willing to tell. But after having gone through his own trauma, the Korean knew that it was sometimes best to leave people alone on some matters. Not everyone liked having to talk about such horror stories. Glenn nodded his head at her words. "Ya. Food n' rest, it's a good cure." He added, "That and the company of family." He stated this with a gentle smile, this being his way of expressing that he would be there for her, along with everyone else, if she needed them. The asian glanced down at the food in his hands. "Well, I better get this to Daryl. He'll probably threaten to kick my ass if its cold." He said his goodbyes to the Irish woman and then walked past her to head towards Daryl's cell block.

Later that night the group had made themselves a little bonfire out in the Yard by some of the benches and tables. It had been suggested by Carol that they all do this, as a way to remember the old times when they camped out in the mountains a year ago. It was also a surprise to Nora and Andrea when Lori and the girls brought a home made cake out to celebrate their arrival once again. The bottle of wines were brought out and everyone was gathered around the fire with a plate of cake and a glass of wine. All of them were having a good time sharing stories, good memories of their pasts. Some shared stories that had happened during their stay with one another since the beginning. And it was a moment such as this that made them all family. It didn't matter that there was no blood relation to any of them, because they all still had each other. Even with the party members that didnt' get along so great, they were just as equally as important as the rest. Because they were a portion of the group that made them whole. This was home, and it was filled with love and warmth that no other place in this broken world could offer or give.

"I was pretty certain Lori was goin' t' kill me during childbirth." Rick stated with a grin. He gave a look of warning to the other men. "N' I'll tell y'all now, don't try n' compliment a woman when she's in that much pain!"

"I was not all that bad!" Lori retorted.

Rick pressed his lips together as he gave off a look that said otherwise. "Well, at least I managed t' hold your claw all the way to the end!" She smacked his arm playfully.

Glenn shook his head. "I hope I never have to deal with that." He found himself blurting out, to which Maggie gave him a look. He quickly added, "anytime soon, that is!" He made a 'whew' expression once she looked away, seeming to allow this to pass.

"I used ta beat the hell outta my kid brother growin' up." Jose mumbled out as he sipped on an entire bottle of wine that he was hogging to himself. They all looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Why? Was he a bad kid?" Rick inquired.

"No. It's what my big brother used t' do to me. I just passed it on y'know?" Jose shrugged.

Nora had opened her mouth to respond when Glenn had mentioned the plate of food for Daryl. But instead, she forced her words back and forced another extremely fake smile and waved him off, sorrow immediately overtaking her features whence the Korean boy was out of sight as she made her way back to the group.

But those dim, false grins soon became something of truth and happiness once Nora was surrounded by that family she had grown to adore with all her might. While Carl blushed from the family photos Lori had passed around and the stories they swapped, Nora couldn't help but find herself at ease. The alcohol was dimming the pain in her torso tremendously and her spirits around the old (and new) crew were slowly beginning to lift.

However, her soul felt a small pang of sorrow as the young prisoner, Jose, had mentioned beating hard upon his little brother. When he had mentioned passing it along the line of blood, Nora's eyes cast down to her bottle of wine, clearing her throat.

"Aye, that's family." She added, her hoarse voice cutting sharply through the silence. Lori turned horrified eyes to her. "They beat you so you won't break."

"Not in our family." Lori stated with conviction. Andrea nodded.

"I never laid a hand on my sister." Blondie added. A long pause ensued before she spoke. "Is that what happened to you?"

"I'm an only child." She replied dumbly. Andrea shook her head.

"What about your father? Mother?"

"What is this, an intervention?" Nora shook her head and lowered her gaze, absentmindedly tracing the mouth of the wine bottle while refusing to look at the rest of the crew. She scoffed. "Nobody needs ta know about where I came from; my childhood... wha' matters is dat I'm here. Alive."

"You must have at least one good memory." Lori murmured. Carl edged closer to his seat, catching the Galway Archer's eye. She locked gazes with the boy for a moment, unsure if her story would be good or bad.

"Aye. I've got plenty." She paused, glancing down at the tattoo she had gotten a while ago. Nothing extravagant. Simply a slightly disproportionate heart on the back of her hand. Something to go along with the many others she had. "Me Da and I... we used to 'ave this thing. When I was much younger... I would try my best to wait up for 'im ta get 'ome from work. He would work... very long hours, so often times I was fast asleep when 'e came in ta say goodnight. But he would draw..." she paused, trying too keep her chest from tightening. The pain in her ribs worsened... then lessened after a few short breaths. "'E would draw a 'eart on th'back of my hand while I slept. So when I woke up, I could look at it and know dat I'd been kissed by a man who loved 'is daughter more dan anyt'in'..." her voice trailed and she let a feeble laugh escape her lips as she tried her best not to cry. She felt Andrea's hand fall appreciatively upon her shoulder. She winced slightly, but offered a tired smile in response to her adoring grin.

"That... is the cutest thing I have ever heard." Lori said, hugging Carl close to her body.

"So that's why you have the heart tattooed on the back of your hand, right?" Carl asked, grinning. But his grin slowly faded when he noticed the cuts and gashes that decorated Nora's skin. The drunken Irishwoman merely nodded and tossed back a few more gulps of wine. Carl said nothing.

"Got it done over a while ago. Just ta remind meself."

Glenn smiled at Nora's story. "Musta been nice." His smile faded slightly. "I never really had too many good memories with my family." The asian boy adjusted the bill of his hat as he lifted his gaze towards the sky. "I was kind of a disappointment to my parents..." He lowered his gaze to the fire and half smiled. "My dad was especially hard on me. A man is supposed to be able to support himself and his family and he didn't much like my addiction to games." A breathless laugh escaped him. "But one good memory I have...The summer of my Senior year we went on vacation to California. San Diego is really beautiful...We were out on the beach, swimming and surfing." Glenn reached up to rub at his neck slowly as he continued, "One of the times I went to dive into the ocean the tide pulled out and I ended up breaking my neck on the ocean floor. Doctors said it was a miracle that I was even alive, but that they were amazed I could still walk." The asian shook his head, a soft smile on his face. "I think that was the only time I was ever hugged by my father... And all of the problems between us didn't matter anymore...At least for a little while..." He cleared his throat softly and wiped at his eye hurriedly before smiling again.

"I never received much attention from mi familia either, ese." Jose piped up after the boy had finished. "Seems like my entire childhood was dedicated into findin' a way to get my old man's approval." He shook his head. "Cabron never did. Only time I got it was when I screwed up. Sometimes I think that's the reason I started actin' out..."

Carol frowned as she spoke, "I don't understand why some people do that to their kids...They just push them away like they'd much rather them not be there in the first place."

"Some people just can't handle kids." Maggie responded. "They either never intended on having them, or it's nothing like what they imagined when they finally have them...I ain't sayin' what they do is right, but sometimes it's better for some t' ignore 'em than deal with 'em properly. I may as well've had kids. I had t' raise my own siblings with my ma and pa." She smiled softly as she hugged her sister Beth close to her.

"Aye, me mother was one of dem." Nora chimed after Maggie had spoken her piece. "Highly sophisticated, self-righteous and judgmental. Dat woman could terrorize your brain an' rip down yer defenses like nobody's business." She shook her head, taking another long swig of her bottle. "I t'ink it's safe ta say she's the one person who I honestly 'ope is dead right now."

"You can't mean that about your own mother." Lori gasped. Nora narrowed her eyes upon the woman and perked a brow.

"You never met my mother." She retorted.

"My dad always took me out fishing." Andrea said, smiling somewhat as she took up the bottle of wine she and Nora had been sharing. She stole a swig and sighed. "He gave me my gun. Said it wasn't right, two girls traveling on their own. Guess he was right."

"Same wit' me, except me Da strapped me to the teeth." She quipped with a chuckle.

A couple hours passed and eventually everyone stumbled themselves along to bed. Daryl had not participated in their little gathering that night, but had helped himself to a bottle of wine in which he drank in the privacy of his cell.