"So you're just kicking them out?" Lori asked in a shouted whisper. Rick was looking into her eyes, frowning. The two strangers had been with them for a couple of days and were up and walking around. He didn't even have to have the awkward talk with them, they knew it was time to go.

"They have people to get to." Rick said. "It's not like they want to stay with us."

She shook her head. "It doesn't feel right." She looked toward the sky and put her hands on her hips before looking back to Rick. "Shouldn't you go with them or something?"

"Fuck em." Daryl answered, grabbing his crossbow. "I sure as hell won't go. They seem like they're doin' fine on their own."

"Where are you going?" Lori asked.

"Huntin'." Daryl grunted. Daryl had had nothing to do with the strangers, and from what anyone could tell we wanted to keep it that way. He didn't even want to send them off.

"Daryl has a point." Rick pointed out. "They don't even seem to want our help Lori, they'll be fine."

"It does feel weird." Andrea interjected.

Rick sighed. "They'll be fine."

"If they want help they'll ask." Shane said with some finality. The group got quiet.

"They want to leave." Rick assured his wife, grabbing her hand. "We aren't making them do anything. We'll give them some food and ammo and let them be on their way." Lori pulled her hand away and walked into the other direction.

"How's your arm?" Charlotte asked as she braided her long hair.

"It's fine." Tanner answered, pacing the room. "We have to go. Check on the others. They probably think we're dead."

"I know, I'm really worried about them. What if the bandits caught up to them?" she asked.

Tanner sighed, sitting on the bed. "I doubt it, they could never find the Motor Inn." Silence fell into the room and Charlotte stared into her lap. The past few days were catching up to her, and her eyes were wet and she couldn't hold it in anymore. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head. "I'm sick of all of this. The running, the fear. We lost Jack." She hiccupped, her face falling into her hands. "This is all so fucked." Tanner lifted himself off of the bed and sat next to her, rubbing her thigh. "My husband is dead, Michael said."

"Fuck Michael, he just wants to bone you." Tanner said. "You haven't seen Daryls body, and from what I hear he'd be pretty hard to kill." Charlotte laughed, kind of. "I don't want to fill your head with false hope, I mean I lost everybody. But if he's alive, I know he is out there looking for you. Kicking ass and taking names while doing it." Charlotte leaned her head on his shoulder and he rubbed her back. He had a weird way of doing it, but he made people feel better. "We'll go see our people, I'm sure they're safe."

"I want a baby." Daryl froze on the couch, looking up at Charlotte. She stood in the doorway, looking at him with those eyes that gave nothing away to what she felt or thought.

"A dog?" Daryl quipped, because he couldn't help it. He didn't see this coming, never thought it was on her mind. It never came up. "Les' expensive."

Her eyes narrowed. "Why don't you want kids?"

"I didn't say that." He said, wondering why she was so angry all of the sudden.

"You never want to talk about it."

"You never brought it up until now." He stood up, trying to process his feelings. He was never around kids, didn't know how to handle them. And Charlotte, even though had calmed down since they officially got together, was one of those free spirits, as Merle called her. He assumed kids weren't on her mind.

She walked away and went into the kitchen, he followed. She started fussing over the dishes. "Discussion over?"

"Yes." She answered shortly.

"Babe." He said, grabbing her hand. "You got me off guard a little."

"Do you want kids?" she asked point blank. Before he was forced to think and answer, their kitchen door opened and Merle walked in. Charlotte rolled her eyes and pulled away from him, starting on the dishes again. Daryl shot his brother the look.

"What?" Merle asked, walking in. "I'm here for dinner. What did I interrupt?"

"Nothing." Charlotte muttered.

Daryl tried to have a conversation with his eyes; get out, Merle. His older brother rolled his eyes. "I see ya'll are having a dispute. Spose I'll come back later." Charlotte watched him leave, and turned to Daryl.

"You want a baby?" Daryl asked. She smiled. "I'll give you a baby."

She wrapped her thin arms around his waist. "If you don't want a kid-"

He scoffed. "I want a kid with ya'." She smiled real big and held him tight. He could tell now that this is what she wanted, and if she wanted it that bad he would do it for her. She would teach him how to take care of a child; she was good at that stuff. "Say something sexy to get me ready." He breathed in her ear.

He could feel her grin on his jaw. "You better get me pregnant or I'll find someone who will." Daryl laughed pretty hard and picked her up by her tiny body, throwing her over his shoulders and made is way to their bedroom. She was laughing.

"You always know what to stay to turn me on."

Daryl was perched against his tree, smiling at his wedding band. He liked being alone, because he could smile and think about Charlotte. Those assholes didn't need to seem him like this.

Daryl remembered sitting outside of their bathroom door- two months before the walkers. She came out and gave him this big smile and wrapped her arms around him. He smiled and had picked her up. She showed him the positive sign.

But obviously nothing goes as planned. He started to drink after that and Charlotte had taken her and their unborn baby to her sisters house. And before he could get his family back, it was all taken away from him. He knew he didn't deserve it, especially all that hell he put her through that month. In a heartbeat he'd go back, pamper her like he should have with his pregnant wife. Looked through that damn baby book she was already reading, took her to those classes she wanted.

But it was too late now, he'd never get to do that with her.

Daryl shook his head and looked to the farm house. He wanted to be gone when the stangers left because he'd feel like a dick after all the commotion he made about them. As soon as he'd see them, he'd feel bad for being sent off, no hope of stability.

But since he lost his wife, his sympathy was thin.

He thought of Charlotte and waited. Maybe he would just take a glimpse of them.

"Thank you." Charlotte said for what felt like the final time. She took the gun into her hands and examined it. "The hospitality was too much to expect.

"Just be careful out there." Rick said.

"We'll be fine." Charlotte assured. Tanner started to pace, he was ready to go. They walked out the front door and Charlotte breathed in the air. It would be a brief moment of peace. Some of the group came up and greeted her, wished them well. Rick would be driving them out to the highway so they could pick up a car. Charlotte was smiling.

Daryl watched as the front door to the house opened. A young, gruff man walked out. He held the door open and Daryl frowned because quiet frequently, he'd see Charlotte. She wasn't there but clear as day she was standing there. Long, pretty red hair and a red flannel shirt. Clear as day she was there, smiling. This was by far not the first time he saw her, his mind playing trick on him because he had a sick evil mind.

But then it started to seem different, almost too real. He took a couple of paces forward, his chest swelling. He would only be disappointed when the vision disappeared. But then Rick came up and put his hand on her shoulder and Daryl's voice echoed throughout the farm, "Charlotte!"

Daryl had his hand on her stomach after some celebratory sex. "You wanna call Merle in the mornin'?" he asked. She scoffed and it made him laugh. "I hope it has your thick red hair."

"Ugh, I don't." she murmured, her hand stroking his hair. His fingers traced her stomach.

"I'll have two pretty red heads." He said. Due to the circumstances, he was being more sweet then usual.

"You think it's gonna be a girl?"

He rubbed her stomach more. "It's definitely a girl." He grinned.