"Georgia Rayne, wake up," Daryl's breath was hot on the side of her face as he shook her awake. "C'mon, we're movin' DJ up to the house today an I gotta help Rick take Randall offa the farm today."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Be fine. C'mon, woman. Gotta get up an goin'. We're movin' up to the house too. Herschel's lettin' us all move inside. Prolly gonna have to sleep in the kitchen or somethin' but it'll be better than us sleepin' out here unprotected."

She nodded and sat up, pulling herself loose from their still sleeping son. Daryl looked past her at DJ and let a shadow of a smile slip onto his face. She looked over at him and smiled.

"Getting soft, Dixon? I've heard fatherhood can do that to a man."

"Shut up, woman. Help me gettim up."

"You missed waking him up for school all those mornings," Georgia teased. "You wake him up. I'm going to start breakfast."

She slipped out of his grasp easily and made her way out of the tent, grabbing her shoes on the way out and disappearing into the morning mist. Daryl was left staring at the little boy he'd gotten to know a little bit better every day that had passed. The little boy with his eyes and smile and hair, but with Georgia Rayne's nose. He knew she didn't see it, she thought the boy was the spitting image of him, but he had a little bit of her in him as well.

Daryl reached over and shook DJ's shoulder gently. "DJ, c'mon, boy. We got shit to do today."

DJ huffed in his sleep and rolled onto his other side. Daryl sighed. He definitely got that from him. Even if he did steal the blankets like his mother. Daryl reached over and shook his shoulder a little harder. "'mon, boy. Ya gotta get up."

He rolled his eyes at the giggle he heard from outside the tent. DJ huffed again and Daryl shook him a bit harder. "Up, boy! We got stuff we gotta do today!"

From outside the tent, Georgia called out, "DJ, get up!"

Instantly, the boy sat up and sighed. He called back, "Five more minutes?"

"Nope! Lots to do today."

DJ got up, leaving Daryl staring in shock. He stood up and went out to where Georgia was cooking breakfast over the campfire. He snarled, "That weren' a nice thing to do, Georgia Rayne. Ya knew he weren't gonna get up fer me."

"Getting you used to fatherhood, Daryl. All the perks."

"Bitch."

"Don't fight in the morning," DJ scolded as he came out of the tent, making Georgia laugh and Daryl sigh. "What do we have to do today? Does it have to do with whatever happened last night?"

"You didn't tell him last night?" Daryl questioned.

"I didn't think last night was a good time. I thought it would be better for him to get some sleep."

"Didn't tell me what?" DJ demanded, glaring suspiciously up at his parents.

Georgia moved to kneel in front of him and Daryl joined her uneasily. She took his hands in hers and said slowly, "Last night, you know there was some trouble."

"Yeah, you said everything was okay."

"Well, sweetheart, I meant that everything is going to be okay. And it is, I promise. But last night, a walker got into camp. And, it killed Dale. He died last night and we're going to bury him today."

"Did he become….."

"No," Daryl said quickly. "We took care a it 'fore it got to that."

"Who?"

"I did."

"He had to, DJ. Dale was already gone by the time Daryl got there. If he hadn't have taken care of him, Dale would have gotten back up, but it wouldn't have been Dale anymore."

"Didn' wanna do it, boy. But sometimes, ya gotta do shit ya don' wanna do."

DJ nodded and the first tear fell down his face. Georgia pulled him forward into a tight hug and motioned for Daryl to do the same. DJ cried into her shirt hard and Georgia whispered, "He's never experienced death before."

"What?" Daryl replied.

"We haven't been with other groups. It's just been the two of us since everything happened. And my dad died when he was too young to remember it."

"DJ, seen a lotta death, an it don' get easier, but ya learn how to handle it. C'mon. Ya an yer momma go get cleaned up an I'll cook somethin' fer breakfast. Go head on up to the house."

Daryl released them and Georgia took DJ up to the house. While they were gone, Daryl cooked rabbit over the campfire and began packing up the camp to move it away. Georgia and DJ rejoined him, both of them cleaner and ready to work. As a family, they walked over to the burial site. Georgia went to Carol to speak with her for a moment, leaving DJ with Daryl. Surprisingly, the little boy reached out and took his father's hand in his own. Daryl stared down at him for a moment, but then turned his attention back to the grave in front of him. The grave he'd gotten up that morning to dig before Georgia or DJ woke up.

Georgia rejoined them after hugging Carol and stood on the other side of DJ, taking the little boy's free hand and staring straight ahead. They stood in respectful silence as Dale was buried and Rick spoke. DJ cried silently until Georgia pulled him into her arms, breaking his grip with Daryl. Georgia and DJ stood by the grave until the makeshift, bloodstained bundle was completely covered by dirt and Daryl found himself proud of his family, proud of his son and Georgia Rayne.

"Ya an DJ get on up to the camp an get stuff movin' up to the house. Pick wherever ya want to sleep. Anything's fine wit me. I gotta talk to Rick. Be up in a bit," Daryl ordered.

Georgia nodded and led DJ away. Shane mumbled, 'Great, you're sleeping together now. When can we expect her to announce the second one."

"Same time we kin spect ya to be celebratin' bein' a daddy," Daryl spat out. "Keep yer fuckin' nose outta business ain't yers."

Shane glared at him but didn't dare to retaliate. Instead he wandered away, leaving Daryl to talk to Rick. Daryl said softly, "Sorry bout that. Keep fergettin' she's yer wife."

"It's alright, Daryl. How's DJ and Georgia?"

"They're fine. Gonna be jus fine. Whatcha wanna do bout Randall now?"

"This afternoon, you and I are going to take him away from the farm. We'll drive about thirty miles out, drop him off, and turn around and be back before dinner. We'll be back to get everybody moved in tonight."

"Kay. Ya need anythin' now?"

"No. Go on and help DJ and Georgia get everything ready to be moved. When you're done with your family, please get the car ready. We'll be ready to go at three o'clock."

"Kay."

At the campsite, Georgia was packing the last of their bags while DJ was sitting by the campfire, looking at Georgia's photo albums. DJ asked, "You and Daryl really liked each other, huh?"

"That is how you were made, honey."

"Ew, Mom!"

"Don' be ewwin'," Daryl teased. "Wouldn' be here if I hadn' liked her back then. Now get on up an help yer momma take the tent down."

DJ listened without question and Georgia smiled at him. They took down the tent and rolled it up. Daryl asked, "Ya wanna help me get the truck? Ya kin drive."

"Be careful!" Georgia called after them as DJ raced after Daryl.

"Course, woman."

She finished bagging everything up while Daryl and DJ brought the truck around. They packed everything up and Georgia let DJ ride in the back of the truck with Daryl while she drove up to the house. At the house, Daryl informed her, "Gotta go wit Rick tonight. Only be gone a few hours so ya needa be safe. Don' trust nobody. Don' let nobody getcha outside."

"Trust me, we'll stay inside and we'll wait for you to get back."

Daryl went to get the car ready while DJ and Georgia took the things inside. DJ helped Carol take her things in while Georgia talked to the adults.

"You have a good boy," Herschel complimented her.

"He's more like his dad than either of them know," she replied.

"Daryl's a good man. Lotta problems with him at first, but he's gotten to be trusted around everybody. He's a good father to the boy too. You picked a good man."

"I know. Where do you want us to stay?"

"Will the three of you be sharing sleeping conditions?"

"We'd prefer to. Daryl and I want to be near DJ as often as possible."

"Well, the three of you get up pretty early. Do you mind sleeping in the kitchen?"

"That will work. I'll put our sleeping bags in there. Thanks, Herschel."

Georgia was neatly stacking their bags in the corner of the kitchen when she heard the first shout. She jumped up and raced into the living room to grab DJ where he was sitting on the couch with Carol. She growled, "What the hell is going on?"

"Language in the house, Georgia," Maggie warned as Daryl raced through the door.

"What the hell is going on?" Georgia repeated.

"Randall got out. Don' know how he got out but he's out there somewhere. Shane said he got him in the head wit a rock. Ya an DJ stay inside. Ya got yer guns?"

"Guns? Dale was supposed to be the only one with a gun on the property," Herschel questioned.

Daryl ignored him, "We're gonna go out an try to find him. Stay here til I get back, ya got it?"

"Got it."

"Keep an eye on everybody."

Daryl ruffled DJ's hair and left again with his crossbow folded across his arm. DJ looked up at Georgia with a frown and asked, "Do you think Daryl will find him?"

"Of course he will, baby. What I'm curious about is how Randall got out in the first place. What were you doing with Carol?" Georgia pretended she wasn't worried about the shit tornado occurring outside and turned her attention back to her son.

"We were reading The Wizard of Oz."

"Well go on back over there and keep reading with Carol," Georgia commanded softly. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head before pushing him towards Carol. Carol smiled from the couch and patted the seat beside her. DJ rejoined her obediently and Georgia marched towards the kitchen, where her bag was waiting for her.

She pulled it out from under the kitchen table and rested it on the table top. Her Beretta and .22 were wrapped tightly in a jacket and tucked into the bottom. She unrolled them and began taking them apart to clean them. From the doorway, Maggie's voice demanded, "What are ya doin'?"

"Look, with Randall running around out there and God knows what else, I want to be ready. It's ridiculous not to be prepared and I'm not going to have my son hurt because somebody told me I can't carry my gun," Georgia warned easily as her hands traveled over the gun with practiced ease.

"Now listen, my daddy's not gonna…"

"She's right, Maggie," Herschel interrupted from behind her. "Run upstairs for me and get my shotgun. Needs a good cleaning. Neglected it way too long. Figure Georgia here can help me with that."

"Well, I did learn from the best. Bring it on down and we'll see what we can do," she promised with a smile.

"By best, ya mean…?"

"The redneck currently traipsing through your woods? Yes. It was his idea of a date. But don't tell him I used that word. He'll shit himself and die twice."

"Just because I'm letting the gun thing go doesn't mean the language goes with it," Herschel warned.

She laughed and promised, "I'll watch my mouth."

Maggie went to retrieve Herschel's shotgun and Georgia worked her guns over while sitting at the kitchen table, peeking through the doorway to keep an eye on DJ. He sat on the couch close to Carol, their heads bent over Frank L. Baum's work, DJ's voice carrying softly to where she sat, stumbling over some words but generally excelling. She let his voice ease her while she waited for Daryl to return and tell them that everything was safe.