"I'm doing laundry today. It's a beautiful day. I thought maybe you'd like to come out and sit with me. Get a little sun and some fresh air." Carol said, coming into Michonne's cell. "We also have a very important football tournament going on."

It had been a few days since the battle and Michonne did feel like a little fresh air would be nice. She accepted Carol's help getting up and followed her outside. After being in the cell for so many days, the sun was almost blinding. Around the washtub area, Carol had set up chairs. Hershel and Glenn were also sitting out there. Nearly everyone else was in the yard playing football.

"It lives!" Glenn shouted at Michonne as she joined them, sitting in the empty chair. Carol put pillow behind Michonne's back and she thanked her. "Hey! I didn't get a pillow." Glenn said.

"Grow me a baby and I'll get you a pillow." Carol said, taking her seat by the washtubs and continuing to wash them.

"Oh, well, I guy can dream." Glenn said. "Who's winning?"

"I think that Tyreese's team is winning right now." Hershel said.

Michonne thought it was strange. A few days ago they had all run out into this very same yard not knowing if they'd live or die. Now everyone was playing football and enjoying idle chit chat.

"It's nice having y'all out here with me." Carol said. "Normally it's just Hershel that keeps me company."

"Us getting wounded was a Carol conspiracy the whole time." Glenn said. "Just one question, Carol, why did you have to go and shoot me twice?"

Carol smiled. "Because you're my favorite and I wanted to give you double the love."

"We've underestimated Carol all this time." Hershel said. "We never knew she was capable of such a master plan."

"Don't say that around Rick." Carol said. "Let's keep my diabolical nature to ourselves."

"Where is Rick?" Michonne asked. He was the only person not in the yard.

"You know Rick, he's in the watchtower. He said his side hurt, but I think there's something more than that. He wouldn't talk to me about it, though, I'm just the one who washes his underwear, not a problem solver." Carol said.

"You don't actually think that, do you?" Michonne said.

"I think that Rick thinks that." Carol replied.

"Rick worries a lot. That's how he got through this so far, so I think he thinks he can't stop worrying or he won't make it any farther." Hershel said.

"Well, he needs to stop worrying for at least a little while. I mean doesn't it just feel different?" Glenn said. "It feels good. Don't you just feel like you can…I don't know…breathe?"

"Not very deeply." Michonne said. Glenn cocked his head to the side and looked at her.

"Was that humor?" He asked. Michonne giggled at him.

"Whoa!" He said. "Don't look now, but I think Michonne has a sense of humor!"

Michonne didn't respond, but she did smile at him. Glenn was a good kid. He'd been nice to her since she got there. He was nice to everyone. Michonne looked around. The football game was in some kind of break because everyone was huddled up. On the ground not far from her, Carol had put down a blanket and Judith was trying to crawl on it.

"She hasn't quite got the hang of it." Michonne said.

"I know. She's been doing that all morning. She knows how to get up, but she doesn't know what to do once she's up, she just rocks back and forth until she falls down again." Carol said. "One of these days we'll have another little one out there trying to crawl."

Michonne hadn't let herself get that far. She felt the baby a lot now, squirming around and doing what she thought were summersaults, but she hadn't actually let herself believe entirely that it was real, and that one day it would be doing things like crawling.

"Who's winning now?" Glenn asked.

"Now it looks like Daryl's team is winning, but not by much." Hershel said.

"He shouldn't have picked Beth. I don't think she knows what she's doing, no offense, Hershel." Glenn said.

"None taken. I don't think Beth knows how to play football. She never learned. Maggie loves it, though." Hershel said.

"That's why Daryl picked Beth." Carol said. "Daryl picked Beth because she was so excited about learning how to play. He didn't want her to get picked last and maybe hurt that excitement."

Michonne nodded. That was Daryl. He didn't like for people to get their feelings hurt, not if there was anything that he could do about it. That had been his only regret since they got together. He hated that Carol had gotten her feelings hurt. Though she wouldn't change her relationship for anything in the world, Michonne also hated that Carol had gotten her feelings hurt.

"But the stakes are high and she's not delivering…they could lose because Tyreese knows that Beth is new to this and he's playing that up." Glenn said.

"Why are the stakes high?" Michonne asked. What were the stakes? They didn't have anything anymore and whatever they did have, they all shared.

Carol laughed a little. "On one of the runs Maggie and Glenn took, they brought back some snack pack pudding. I told them the winning team of the best out of six games gets pudding for dessert tonight."

Michonne snickered. These days pudding was worth playing as well as you could, that was sure.

"Don't worry," Carol added, "Washer women, one legged old men, pregnant women, and injured Korean boys always get pudding."

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"'Tis a good night indeed!" Maggie said, eating her pudding especially slow and making faces at Sasha while she did it. Despite the weaknesses that Beth's lack of knowledge brought, their team had won and Maggie was more excited about the pudding than she'd been about anything in weeks.

"That's alright," Sasha responded. "Next time we are going to skunk you."

They were sitting around the living room; the victors and the ones who couldn't play were enjoying their desserts and chatting. Daryl didn't like pudding very much, so he'd given his to Michonne, who had seemed almost as excited as Maggie about the prospect of pudding. He had handed to her, telling her she got two because she needed enough to share with the baby. That had won him a big smile, so he was really quite glad right now that he didn't like pudding.

Daryl was sharing his mattress with Josh, who he hadn't talked to much before, but who looked very down. Daryl wasn't sure if it was because he'd been shot in the arm and was upset about that, or if it had been the loss of the guy from Woodbury.

"You don't like pudding either?" Daryl asked. Josh's was unopened on the floor next to him.

"I'm not in the mood to celebrate." Josh said, solemnly.

Daryl looked at him. The boy was young. He was only maybe 20.

"Wanna talk about it?" Daryl asked.

"Hank was my big brother." Josh said. He didn't need to say anymore than that.

"Hey, I'm sorry…I had a big brother too, man." Daryl said. Josh had nodded his head, understanding that Daryl was trying to comfort him.

That had become the way of comforting someone these days…the acknowledgement that you had been there too. It brought about the realization that they had all been there and they had all suffered losses, and were likely to suffer more. Even though right now they were all excited about victory pudding and the winning of one fight, it didn't mean that they hadn't had so many dark times before.

"So, is Brenda your girl?" Daryl asked, trying to get the boy's mind on anything else.

"Yeah, I guess so." Josh said. "Is the pregnant black chick your wife?" He asked.

"Her name is Michonne." Daryl said. "And we're not married." He added. They weren't married. What was he supposed to call her? He didn't think of her as his girl, and he didn't think of her as his wife. Lately she'd become pretty much everything to him. She was just his.

"That your baby?" Josh asked. Daryl snickered.

"Yeah. I reckon I'd know around here if it weren't." Daryl said.

"Aren't you worried about it? I mean that it might get eaten by Walkers or something?" Josh said.

Daryl didn't really know how to respond. In all his daydreaming about the baby, that had never happened. He hadn't wanted to think about it, so he just hadn't. Now it was making him uncomfortable. Things did happen, he knew that much, but he didn't want to really think about them. He'd rather just take it one day at a time. He forgave the boy, however, for bringing it up, realizing that the kid meant no harm but was just in a dark place right now.

"Nah, its mom's the last samurai." Daryl said. "Walkers ain't gettin' the kid."

Despite the lighthearted nature of his reply, Josh could see that he had kind of bothered Daryl. He was sorry for that. Right now he didn't feel like anything was sacred in the world. His brother had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. Sure, they'd fought together, but that was just kid stuff. When this thing had started, when the shit really hit the fan, his brother had been the one who had held his act together and made sure they were safe. He hadn't meant to imply that Daryl's baby would get eaten by Walkers, but he didn't have a very bright outlook for the future at this point.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Josh said.

"Don't worry about it." Daryl said.

"What was your…um…what was her name again?" Josh asked.

"Michonne." Daryl responded.

"Give her my pudding." Josh said handing it to Daryl. "She looks like she really likes it."