Daryl never thought he'd attend a wedding at a prison, but here he was in the yard watching Glenn and Maggie get hitched. Liz was beside him, beaming from ear to ear and holding onto his arm as she gazed dreamily at the bride and groom. Daryl found himself bored, but he acted interested for Glenn and Maggie's sake. Hershel was giving a speech on love and how important it was during this new world, et cetera. Daryl swayed back and forth and scanned the horizon for walkers. They'd done a good job clearing them away before the wedding, but he didn't like that no one was on guard duty.

Liz cheered loudly and Daryl snapped back to the present. Maggie and Glenn were sharing a passionate kiss as Hershel chuckled behind them.

"No," Daryl said as Beth looked back at him with a dreamy look on her face.

"Hmm?" Liz said. "She didn't even say anything."

"I see how you're both lookin' at me." He set his lips in a scowl. "Stop."

"It's not like you have a choice to not be together, anyway. A baby does that," Beth smiled, then immediately frowned when Carol spun and exclaimed, "What?!"

Snorting, Daryl shook his head. "Ain' no baby besides Rick's. Don't mean nothin' to me."

Clearing her throat, Liz glanced around uncomfortably. "Well," she trailed off.

Daryl's stomach dropped and he suddenly couldn't breathe. He reached out and held on to Liz's shoulder to make sure he wasn't dreaming. When words wouldn't form, he stared at her. Now, everyone's attention, even Glenn and Maggie's, was on them.

"I'm sorry," Beth quickly said. "You said you were going to tell him, so I -"

Daryl backed up, nodded, then turned and walked back toward the prison.

"That could have gone better," Liz mumbled. "Sorry to steal your thunder. Today's about Glenn and Maggie. Quit lookin' at me."

Maggie walked over and hugged Liz. "Oh, my god," she breathed. "Oh my God."

Liz laughed nervously. "Yeah. Oh my God."

That night, Liz finally found Daryl. He entered the cell block silently, then sighed when Liz walked toward him. Daryl shook his head. "No."

Liz nodded. "Yeah. I've known for a few days. Beth only knew because-"

"Don't matter." Daryl set down his gear, then ran a hand through his hair. "A fucking broken condom." Without warning, he turned and kicked the wall. He slammed a cell door and hung against it, his head dropped low.

"You done?" Liz asked as she leaned against the bars beside him. Even as he thrashed about, Liz knew better than to be afraid of him. Growing up with Shane had ensured that.

"I'm going out." Daryl picked his gear back up and headed out to the yard without another word.

Just as well, Liz thought. She touched her stomach and prayed the baby had her temper. "Be safe."

"Yeah," Daryl growled back to her.

"He'll be fine," Maggie called as she popped her head out of her cell. "Wanna talk about it?"

Liz sighed. "Sure. Some wedding night for you, huh?"

"Glenn's on guard duty. And stop that. No one's blaming you."

"I didn't mean for this to happen. We tried to be careful. You heard him." She laughed. "If this was the old world, everyone would be so excited. Everyone loves babies. The tabloids would be going crazy. 'Singer Impregnated by Stalker,' or something crazy would be all over at the check-out aisles."

"Hey," Maggie laughed. "Everyone is excited. Everyone still loves babies. Look at Judith."

Liz let the smirk fall from her face. "All day, everyone has been looking at me like this is a death sentence. It's too soon after Lori-" she trailed off. "It'll be different, though."

Maggie nodded. "I hope so."

For days Daryl couldn't look at Liz. He took additional guard shifts, and when he wasn't in the tower, he patrolled the fence, violently killing walkers through the chainlink. She didn't let that bother her. Surely he felt guilty, responsible for the baby. To get out of the prison, Liz joined Glenn and Maggie on a trip into the town for supplies.

As they'd toted their haul back into the Jeep, chatting happily, a sudden flash of black crossed Liz's eyesight. She gasped and reached for her gun as a group of outsiders surrounded them, guns raised. It was as if they'd come out of nowhere. The trio reached for their weapons.

"Put that down," a large man snarled from behind her.

Liz glanced toward Glenn and Maggie, who were also hesitant to put down their weapons.

"Drop them," a different man snapped. "Now!"

Liz reluctantly lowered her weapon.

As one of the men reached out to snatch the gun from her, he paused. "Holy shit." He turned back to his friends. "Look who it is. It's Liz Clark."

The men whooped and awed. "Holy shit! Bring her back. Governor's going to love this."

"Oh, you got it." The guard moved in to grab her around the waist.

Without thinking, Liz swung at the man, hoping to snatch her gun back. He immediately landed a blow across her face, dropping her to the ground.

"They've been gone a while," Rick announced as the sun began to set that evening. He was walking the yard with Daryl and doing most of the talking, as per the norm.

Daryl looked up and nodded once. "Yeah."

"Ain't you worried?"

Daryl shook his head. "Nah."

"Look - I get how you feel. Really. Liz pregnant- it's a good thing. It ain't gonna end up like Lori." Rick's voice grew thin. "She'd had trouble with Carl. Liz hasn't had a baby. It'll be okay." He clapped Daryl on the back.

"Shouldn't'a let her go out there," Daryl grumbled.

Rick snorted. "Good luck trying to get that girl to stay put and take orders." He grinned. "She hasn't changed a bit since she was a kid. Shane got the temper, but she got the common sense to go with it."

"I shouldn't'a let her go. You're right. It's late." Daryl frowned. "I'm goin' after her."

"Give them the night. Glenn and Maggie - they'll be fine." Rick nodded. "It'll be fine. You know how it is out there."

Daryl hoisted his bow up on over his shoulder and surveyed Rick for a moment before nodding. "If they ain't back by the morning, then."

"Ah, damn it, girl, I knew you were bad news the moment we saw you in camp back in Atlanta. What'd you have to come out swingin' for? We weren't going to hurt you. Not women. No, sir-ee."

Startling awake, Liz tried to open her eyes, but found the task nearly impossible. The could feel the ground beneath her was wet, and her thigh was throbbing painfully. "Daryl?"

"What?"

Liz paused. That accent. Daryl? No. "Where's Daryl?" She finally opened her eyes and blinked into the light. The concrete floor; the smell of chewing tobacco. Merle Dixon. "What's going on?"

"My baby brother- you lookin' for him? e's alive?" Merle knelt down and helped Liz sit up. "You know? You've seen him? How long ago?"

"We share a cell," Liz mumbled, suddenly realizing her lip was split and swollen. She tasted blood and spat a mouthful out. She seemed to still have all of her teeth, but the rest of her body was too sore to tell if anything was broken or severely injured.

Merle sat back and guffawed. "You're shittin' me. My baby brother's screwing a center fold."

Liz scowled. "I liked you better when you were dead."

"Ooh, hoo! I'd hate to see you on a good day. Turn that sass down. I'm the only one here who's can help ya." Merle frowned at the deep cut on her leg and Liz wondered where it had come from. "That leg's no good. Needs stitches but I can't do them for ya. We'll get you out of here and you can take me back to my brother."

"Glenn and Maggie," Liz said through her bloody teeth.

"We'll come back for them. I've got to see my brother."

Liz shook her head weakly. "Not without them. How can we trust you? You're with these guys?"

Merle grinned. "I've been with them because I thought my baby brother was dead. If he's alive, I'm still with you guys."