A/N Sorry for the long update, this is betted by Deanadjo4ever1. She would like to apologize for her delayed work on this chapter, due to a family member that was ill.

Chapter 4

After the strange appearance of the African woman, Michonne they learned that Glenn and Maggie had been taking by some that called himself the Governor. Daryl, Rick, and Peyton agreed that they would go get them back. Tamera was worried about her big sister, as she was sure that Beth was for Maggie and Glenn, and Carl about his father and Daryl.

Tamera got up from the table that they ate at and went outside, hoping the fresh air would help her relax and feel a little better. Carl noticed that the young girl had left the prison, and decided that he would go and check on her. He walked out and found her quickly; she was setting on the steps of the cage that had protected Beth and Hershel the day his mother had died.

"What are you doing?" Carl asked friendly as he walked toward her.

"Waiting on Peyton to get back." She replied, while looking from the woods to the road where they would return from.

"Dad and Daryl will bring her back safe and sound." Carl said trying to make her feel better.

"I hope they find Glenn and Maggie. I like them." Tamera said with hope in her voice as the sadness crept away.

"They will come back safe." Carl promised taking her hand in his. Tamera smiled and placed a small kiss on his check, making the boy blush a deep red.

"Thank you, for making me feel better Carl." She said smiling.

"No problem." Carl responded as coolly as he could, as he got up and walked back into the prison.

Tamera watched as Carl walked back into the prison, with a smile on her face.

"He's kinda cute." She thought to herself with a little grin on her lips.

Tamera got up and followed him in, maybe the fresh air had helped, along with the help of a friend. Tamera walked to the cell that she shared with Peyton. She grabbed her backpack and began to rummage through it looking for her sketch pad. Then she remembered that she had placed in Peyton's bag the day before they arrived at the prison. She started going through her sister's belonging, when she found her cocaine. She slowly opened the baggy.

"What are you doing?" Carl asked. Tamera jumped.

"Nothing." She exclaimed a little too quickly. Carl didn't notice though.

"Just drawing." She said holding up the sketch pad and smiling innocently.

Carl closed the small distant from the door to her bed and sat down beside her.

"May I see some of your drawings?' He asked smiling at her. She smiled back and handed Carl the book. He flipped through them, pausing on the ones that interested him.

"These are really good!" he exclaimed, smiling as he looked. He came to a picture of a girl setting in the corner surrounded by darkness, his face fell.

"Did you draw this after the virus hit?" Carl asked, not looking at Tamera, but still at the disturbing picture.

"No." Tamera said her voice full of sadness and hurt, as she looked at Carl.

"Is she you?" He asked with deep concern.

"I don't want to talk about it." She stated firmly trying to hide the tears in her voice. Carl handed the Tamera her pad back.

"May I draw you?" She asked perking back up. Carl nodded his head and chuckled.

"Yeah." Carl liked being around Tamera he found that her company made him forget a little bit about the world that they lived in now.

Carl hoped that Rick would decide to let them stay. He didn't see his dad kicking two kids out, but his father had not been right since his mom died.

"So where are you from?" She asked with true interest in her voice, as she drew a portrait of him.

"King County." He answered trying to sit as still as possible.

"Dad used to be a cop there." Carl said, hoping he made himself sound cooler. Tamera paused from her drawing and looked up at Carl, worrying crossing her young features. "Do you think they'll come back?" She asked with great concern in her voice.

"Yeah. My dad and Daryl will look after everyone. They're the best." Carl answered putting all the hope and confidence he still carried into that one sentence.

Tamera finished her drawing and laid her pencil down; she turned the sketch to show Carl.

"Wow! That's really good." Carl said honestly.

"You really think so?" Tamera asked pride beaming from her voice, and true joy filling her face

. "Yeah." Carl answered her.

Tamera looked at Carl and began to move in for her first real kiss. Carl felt panic grip his heart, but he fought the urge to run and leaned in, their lips were inches apart.

BANG! The two broke apart, jumped up and ran out of her cell, to make sure Hershel and Beth were okay. Beth was standing with her hand on Hershel's shoulder and looking to make sure that the younger kids were okay. Carol and Oscar came in to check on everyone.

"Beth you stay in her with Judith and keep her safe." Hershel demanded. Beth did as she was told.

"That sounded like gun shots." Hershel said.

"I'll go check it out." Carl said running towards the sound of the shots. Hershel, Tamera, Carol and Oscar followed the young boy. They saw a group of three men and two women, one had been bitten. Carl took the walkers that was swarming them, and ran toward the gate with his keys out. He was unsure of the group, but he couldn't let them stay outside and be eaten.