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"Rick please, stop pulling me," I whimpered to the man as his grip on my shirt tightened as we walked through the grassy area. He gave me apologetic look before loosening his hold; I don't think he realized he was yanking on that fabric that hard. We'd been walking for about five minutes looking for where Philip was. Nothing but this empty factory surrounded us. That was until Daryl found a walker on the ground with fresh blood and I was whisked away again, this time by Daryl, as the two split up. "What if he is not even here? What if this is a trap?"

"Then we die together." He whispered back crouching behind a wall to look past it. "Stop being so loud will you." I sighed pressing my face into his back, but he stood up peeking into a window. "He's here alright." Daryl told his hand grabbing my shoulder in a half-comforting sort of thing. My body shivered at the thought of him, the smug expression flashing through my memories. "Come on," he hissed pulling me away from the building and back to where we came from. "He's already in there." He told Hershel as the old man pulled up. "Sat down with Rick."

They both looked around. "I don't see any cars." Hershel spoke out

Daryl's hand itched as his crossbow. "It don't feel right. Keep it running." Suddenly the tires of a car screeched. "Heads up!" Daryl said pulling at my arm to keep me close by him as one of the Governor's trucks had pulled into the emptied lot. "The hell why is your boy already in there?" he asked as Andrea emerged from the car with that annoying cocky look on her face like she could control everything.

She eyed me slightly behind Daryl and begged to just start a fight with me on why I was here but confusion took its place. "He's here?"

Instead I started the fight as I pushed past Daryl. "Looks like another thing you don't know about. Wow Andrea such an honest relationship."

"Rose." Hershel barked at me like a father and my mean expression dropped as I fell back behind Daryl. Andrea sighed before walking to the metal slide door and pulling it open. The right side of my brain gave a twitch in short aggravation the beast of a migraine growling to be formed from my anger.

"What's going on?" I heard her ask.

"Nothing." The voice made me shiver. "Your friend isn't much into small talk."

"You want to talk, talk." Rick was having none of it today with Philip's fake niceness.

"I wanted you to talk." Andrea's voice was just adding flame to my burning hatred for the girl. "Too many people have died for no reason. Let's end this. Save the bullets for the real threat. We can solve this. That's why I asked you to come here."

I could not listen to this anymore so I turned to Daryl. "When can we leave?

Suddenly one of the Governor's men was shaking my hand. His round glasses shook every time he thrusted our hands up and down. "I'm Milton, Philip might not have mention me to you."

Daryl had his crossbow raised ready to shot an arrow through the man's skull but I held up my hand to my redneck boyfriend. If this man wanted to kill me he would not have made introduction but that is not why I became so interested in anything that came out of Woodbury."It's alright," I did not dare let my eyes leave Milton. "You knew about me?"

Milton gulped. "How is-is…the…How is the baby?"

"Fine for the most case." I glanced back at Hershel. "We don't really have the medical supplies for ultrasounds and test you know."

"How far along are you?" he asked and I have never seen so much curiosity in a person's eyes than I did in his.

My hand involuntarily went to my stomach the surface expanding now. Showing would take a while in my small frame or no time at all it depended on how truly far along I was. I knew I gained weight because my once flat, bony rib cage was gone a few layers of baby ft covering my skin. "I do not know. I lost count a while back."

"Any symptoms?" he looked from my stomach to me. "Any issues you feel?"

"Except the occasional fatigue and nausea, which has only been once, everything has been fine." I nodded my hands falling back to my sides.

"May I?" he gestured to my midsection with his hands.

Daryl stepped forward but I pushed him back. "Of course."

Milton bent down on his knees running his hands along the length of my stomach. "I used to have a knack for science, perhaps I have some way of knowing." His hands were cold against my skin but it felt nice. I wonder if he cold feel it's heart beat or a kick even though I did not know when those things begun. "Extraordinary eh? The power of life. So simply easy to begin but so complex to even think about. Hope is all I can think about. Death, death is everywhere now and that is nothing but such bad omen. It means black, dreary, sadness, everything no one wants to think about, but birth. Birth is magnificent and happy and hopeful," he looked up at me his hands leaving my goose bump covered skin.

"That was very sweet." I smiled taking his hand in mine then pushing away to let it fall back by his side.

"May I ask who the father is?" his eyes flickered to Daryl for a moment but came back to me.

Daryl had pushed me behind him in a matter of seconds. "I am. If you touch her one more time I am going to cut every one of you sticky fingers off…slowly."

"It was just a qu-!" Milton began but Daryl grabbed a fistful of his shirt, but let it go making Milton stagger backwards to the car. I stepped away from Daryl finding myself leaning against our car close to Hershel.

"We'll all be at each other's throats soon enough if things go sour in there." Hershel began as he started to get out of the car. "Wait until then please."

I smirked at Daryl who furrowed his eyebrows a small smile playing at his lips. "What?" he asked.

"You're cute when you are jealous." I motioned to his body that was far too tense. Daryl shook his head before taking those long strides to me to push me against the green car kissing me roughly; such a territorial thing. He knew people were watching, there was not much to watch out here. I did not mind though. His tough hands running down the length of my arms gliding over my hip bones to run the dry skin against my sides and back, his tongue sliding between my lips to just flick at mine in a teasing way, or the way his hips were ground into mine; such a man thing. "I think you proved your point Daryl." I patted his back as he was wishing to take this further than I expected his mouth softly sucking at the skin of my neck wanting nothing more to make his imprint on me. "Daryl." It was meant to sound stern but came out half a moan and I regretted it as heat flushed to my face. "Enough." I gripped his shoulders pushing him away.

"What?" he chuckled innocence written on his mischievous features. "What's mine is mine." A walker's gurgle echoed around the parking lot area where we all stood. Andrea, the other soldier, and Daryl were off trying to find the source of the noise leaving me alone with Milton and Hershel who were off in some other world speaking of records and test. I sighed leaning my head back onto the car trying to rest my head and enjoy the light. Time left my brain as I drank up the sun's sweet juices. This world was easy to get lost in. Vital things were forgotten like how warm the sun, how a fresh breeze carried the smell of oncoming rain. When I lived in Washington all there ever was was rain. I got used to it; I loved it. It was easy to smell, easy to predict, easy to enjoy. The smell of afternoon rain was always my favorite. Oh how I longed to go back to those days sitting in my front room listening to the drizzle on my rooftop while Keegan tried to play guitar to me. My heart ached at the thought.

Rick had ripped that away from me though as he yanked my shirt again towards the warehouse. "Enough with the pulling…" I gritted my teeth as my shirt wound up in his fist.

"Rose," his voice cracked but I held no sympathy. Philip stood up but Rick raised his pistol at him. My body tensed as I stared at him the same one eye still stone cold only warming up to my face. I did not know I was crying until my vision clogged with the water. "Please." He held up his hands showing he was not going to try anything. "Just don't hurt her, please. You know I am weaponless. Let me speak with her."

"I don't think she wants to hear anything you have to say." I was thankful for Rick responding.

"Why did you leave sweetheart?" he was coming closer and I pushed myself harder into Rick shaking my head at him. "Why did you leave?" Even though Rick had his gun poised the Governor kept coming. "Just give me a minute of privacy Rick."

"I ain't leaving." He said but stepped back.

Philip's chest hit me hard as he folded me into his arms stroking my hair as he swayed us back and forth. "Why did you leave?" I was trembling violently tears spilling onto my face uncontrollably. I hated this. I hated that Rick made me do this just to prove something. "We were going to start a family."

"With a baby that wasn't yours!?" I shoved him away from me. "You kept me near you by force using the fact I was very fatigued against me. No one should be kept without their will or consent! I left you because that was not my home! You are not my husband! You are not the father of my child! And you are certainly not anyone I want to see! You are crazy!"

His face crumpled with pain. "Please Rose, please come back home; to your real home."

I took a deep breath, I was losing it. I needed to remember what I came here for; what I was fighting for. "I want to remain in the prison but if you respect the boundaries Rick has set on the map then maybe we could make an arrangement to meet in the middle if you agree to the terms and cooperate with him." These lies spilled from my mouth willingly.

His hand trailed down my moisten face. "You know I can't do that sweet pea."

I recoiled away from him. "Then I never want to see you again." I turned and walked away. "And you will ever touch this child."

"Rose!" he called after me but I had slammed the metal doors shut collapsing to the ground sobbing. My palms were dug hard into my eyes as the choked crying came out uglier than expected. I tried to straighten up but fear was pulsing through my body rapidly stopping me from calming down. He would kill me. Now that he knows I no longer am letting him manipulate me with sanctuary he would kill wit the rest of my prison family. I could hear Philip and Rick arguing about something, maybe his wishes to have me back; I had no idea. I was scooped up into Daryl's arms a few minutes after.

"Hey, hey, hey what's wrong? Babe, what's wrong? Tell me? What happened?" he cooed kissing my head holding me to his chest. I just shook my head hoping he would get my message so I would not have to speak. I don't think I would have been able to speak even if I tried. "Shh Rose. It's okay, I am here now." He petted my hair trying to calm me. I squeezed my eyes trying to get my breathing the same rate as Daryl's heart. He kept whispering to me holding me in his arms and that was all I needed. I needed comfort. My blubbering had ceased and my tears were dry.

I looked up at him. "We're going to war."

Daryl nodded pushing my face back in his chest. "Don't worry. We will win." He turned me away and we walked back to the car where I laid in the back seat until Rick came back.