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Hershel's face was swimming in my vision as he peered down at me. I couldn't help but get extremely irritated this is how I was always waking up to people. I groaned squeezing my eyes tight and rubbing them. "You were dehydrating." He told me putting a glass to my lips and forcing me to take a drink. "Running takes a lot out of you." He wrapped my hands around the glass so I could hold it up myself. "You need to be taking care of yourself now that you're not just looking after yourself." I stared up at him. How could he possibly know? "You don't think I know the symptoms?" Hershel chuckled. "The size of your feet gave it away." He reached down gently massaging my swelling feet.

"I took a test…" I trailed off. "It said positive. That's not possible though."

"Anything's possible." He smiled. "I am unsure how far along you are, but I'll make sure to get you the right vitamins."

I grabbed his hands before he could leave. "No Hershel you don't understand. I can't be pregnant. It's impossible for me to have kids." I sighed not wanting to divulge into my past after just waking up to this.

He just stood up patting my hair giving me such a fatherly smile. "Anything possible," he repeated before exiting the cell. I watched his back turn around the cell corner and disappear before I collapsed back onto the bed in a choked cry.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" I sobbed rubbing soothing circles around my stomach. How could I even think to try and attempt to bring a child into this world? I loathed Lori for it when the topic stirred but now I was in her shoes now feeling incredibly guilty. This child will know nothing of the good things in life. It will only know how to run, and shoot, and be quiet. It was lethal; born in battle. And it was my entire fault. I was wrong to put this burden on a child who has no say. I took a deep breath trying to stop myself from being so loud. Was I really even pregnant? Even the word gutted my chest, but was it true? I knew…or at least I thought I knew I could never have children. So I had swollen feet? That didn't mean anything. Maybe Hershel read the signs wrong.

He softly knocked on the cell wall. "Sorry to bother you but we need to talk." I nodded him in and he took a seat on the bed next to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. I think," I told him unsure of what I was feeling. Denial? Of course. Was I really fine? No, I don't think I'll ever be fine. "If you're here to talk about The Governor he didn't hurt me." I sighed trying to find the faith in his face to tell him. "He's thinks I'm his wife or that I look like her. He's obsessed with me…and mostly the baby. He thinks in the future we can all be one big happy family." That's when my composer flickered and the water gates in my eyes broke even more. "I'm so scared." I dug the palms of my hands into my eyes to stop myself from going into a fit of hysteria. "The look on his face when he would touch my stomach, or talk about it is terrifying. I can't do this."

Rick gave me one of those sheriff smiles of reassurance grabbing both my hands in his. "It's going to be okay. We won't let him hurt you. We'll make sure he doesn't lay a finger on you or that baby."

I shook my head tears still pooling from my eyes. "Rick, Hershel doesn't understand I can't be pregnant. It's impossible for me to have children." I huffed a couple breathes before I opened a door I had long since sealed tight. "My father had a friend who would come over every now and then for a drink, a smoke, a game of cards, and…me." Rick's smile began to falter and I could already guess what he was thinking. "He didn't rape me until I was midway through my fifteenth year. It had been going on for three years previous but he wanted to go further this time, see how much he could push me. He stole my virginity, he stole my sanity. I got pregnant with his child after that but he wouldn't have any of it, so he hit me. Hit me four, five, six, seven…I lost count after I saw the blood dripping from me." I wiped my face with my hands smearing the tears off the skin. "My insides were a wreck and I was doomed with the dread of infertility."

"Look at me," he grabbed my face, "We can go off of swollen feet and pregnancy test all we want but until we really know we'll still take care of that unborn child. I don't ever want you to feel doomed ya hear?"

"Where's Daryl?" I frowned but Rick just looked away. "Rick, where is he?" I sat up my voice rising at the mere complexion of Rick's guilty face.

"He told me…" Rick began saying but couldn't finish trying to form the words in his mouth. "He told me to tell you he loves you and not to be sad about him leaving. Blood comes first. He says he's sorry it had to be this way."

"Why couldn't he just have waited! Why did he leave now!?" I had flung myself out of the bed starting to leave the cell but Rick's arms caught me around the middle pulling me into an embrace. "Merle was the one that took me away...why did Daryl leave with him?" My fingers twisted into Rick's shirt as the pain in my chest became unbearable. "I thought he loved me. You aren't suppose to leave the ones you lost."

"It's okay to not be strong Rose," Rick whispered and I felt my throat get dry and my stomach drop and if I listened hard enough I could hear my own heart shattering.

I let my whole world fall apart in Rick's chest.

He patted my head. "Now listen. It's all going to be fine." He pulled away from me. "Clean up a bit and I need you downstairs. You can eat and walk around stretch out, but I need your help." I nodded in response letting him walk away from me. I had to hold on to things to make it to the sink but I made it there washing off my tear stricken face. I felt an emptiness where a beating should have been the pain left remaining there was almost choking me. My mind and emotions refused to believe he had actually left me. I knew Merle was his brother but his brother cause my containment at Woodbury. Merle was the reason Philip was now after me as well as the prison. My eyes were going dull as feeling exited my body. I could not weep much longer. Daryl had abandoned me just as Keegan did and it made me stronger. This lost love would only make me crueler and that terrified me. There was not much else I could clean up with so I just headed back down the stairs to meet Rick outside our cell block.

"I'm Tyresse." The black man spoke holding out his hand to Rick who didn't dare touch it.

"Sasha." Hershel pointed out with his crutch. "Allen. Ben."

Rick looked around as if he was paranoid. "How'd you get in?"

"Fire damage to the administration part of the prison; walls down." Tyresse spoke smoothly and calmly fully collected with intent on persuading.

Rick gave a light laugh. "That side is completely overrun with walkers. How'd you get this far?"

"We didn't." Tyresse said. "We lost our friend Donna."

"They were lost in the tombs," Carl spoke out.

Rick flipped around at him. "And you brought them here?" Anger was laced in his tone and I went forward to stop him from causing a scene but Glenn stuck his arm out letting me know it wasn't a good time.

"He had no choice." Hershel cut in.

He nodded turning back around to Tyresse. "I'm sorry about your friend. We know what that's like."

"Hershel said you could use some extra hands." Tyresse stated his claim. "We're no strangers to hard work. We'll go out and get our own food, stay out of your hair. You got a problem with another group; we'll help with that, too. Anything to contribute."

Rick stared at him before looking down. "No."

"Please," The other girl, Sasha, pleaded. "It's like 'Ten Little Indians' out there. It's just us now."

Once more Rick glued his eyes to the speaker and shook his head. "No."

"Let's talk about this." Hershel suggested.

I pushed away Glenn's hand stepping toward him. "Rick, we can't risk it." I said feeling the disgust leave my mouth as the words did. "We don't know them, we don't trust them. Look what happened with the other people we tried to be civil with."

"Do you even know what it's like out there? It's worse than before!" Allen shouted at me. I didn't cower back this time. "Don't send us to our death."

"You can survive out there," I grinded my teeth. "We did."

"Please miss be kind." Tyresse pleaded.

Hershel looked at me. "Rose, that's enough."

I felt my face flush red with anger. "I am not having stranger living in here! We don't know anything about them and we are just going to let them live in the same cells as us?"

"You've been through a lot recently and are very emotional." Hershel said nodding to Glenn who grabbed me by my shoulders softly tugging me back. "Calm down."

I took a deep breath. "I'm right aren't I though?" I asked Glenn quietly.

"Maybe. I don't even know what's right or not?" he replied sighing the same air I was. "I just try to think of myself in their shoes."

"I can't be responsible." Rick told the other group.

"You turn us out, you are responsible." Tyresse spit right back out at him.

"Rick." Hershel spoke sternly calling him over. "You've done so much for us. I appreciate that, we all do. We owe you our lives. We've done everything you've asked without question. And I'm telling you, you're wrong on this. You've got to start giving people a chance.

Rick's eyes trailed over the room taking everybody in. I could see the look in his eye of trying to find the answer to an unknown question. He sighed pinching his eyes together, and then he patted Hershel's shoulder. "Yeah…" he gave a shadow of a smile before his eyes looked upward and a sudden darkness overtook him. He looked scared for a moment trying his best to look away from whatever was standing up there. "No, no, no, no, no…" he shook his head once more pinching his eyes as if to rid him of his sight. "Why are you here?" he asked no one stepping forward to where he was just looking. "What do you want from me?" he asked again. Everyone look around at each other confused as to what had overcome him. "Why are you—no." He stared up at the walkway above as if someone was up there. "I can't help you! Get out!" He shouted. People were stirring trying to help him, trying to calm him, but he was far past calming. Rick pulled out his pistol. "You don't belong here! Get out! Please!" he was screaming pointing his gun around.

"Ain't nobody got to get shot here," Tyesse held up his hands in surrender backing towards the door. "We'll leave."

Glenn ran out from behind me ushering the other group out. "Just go!" he told them with an apologetic tone.

"Rick," I said as everyone began to quiet down looking at him with pure confusion and fright. "Rick." I spoke again before he looked at me. I stepped forward until I was arm's length away to grab his pistol which he gladly let slip into my hands. "You told me its okay to not be strong." I placed the gun in the back of my jeans. "Well take your own advice." I whispered wrapping my hands around his back letting him crumble into my arms. "It's okay, it's okay." I whispered petting his head letting him take us to the ground. Visions of Keegan doing this to me flashed through my memory and so did the image of me comforting Randal back on the farm which made my chest burn even more. "Everything is going to be just fine."