My eyes traveled along with Beth as she wandered around with Judith softly cooing in one arm and distributing folded clothes with the other. This eighteen year old girl could do so much in a course of twenty minutes something I still am not capable of doing. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled. "What is on you mind?" her concern with me always had a swelling effect on my heart. No one from before the apocalypse ever cared about me like Beth does; like a best friend, or sister…

"I am just worried."

She chuckled. "Aren't we all." she flickered her eyes to me then back to a blue shirt I did not the know the owner to. "He will be alright."

I gulped. "I know...it's just-I just...ugh."

"Spit it out." she smirked.

"I am pregnant." My eyes were feeble and weak; I was scared of her reaction.

Beth stepped closer to me her eyes widening at my words. "What? Again?" Judith gave a small cry, but stayed put. "But my dad said…"

"No," I shook my head. "Your dad and Alice heard a heartbeat when I felt it kicking last night. They said I am in my third trimester. I never had a miscarriage."

"That's great!" she beamed.

I could not smile back. "I know I should not want it, and I should be awfully worried but I just can't help but feel giddy at myself becoming a mother. I feel like I deserve this baby."

"Don't you dare ever feel like you don't." her hand sat on my shoulder as she gave one of those smiles I always love to see. "Judith needs a younger playmate." She looked at the baby girl who tucked her head away into Beth's shoulder.

I sighed. "I hope everything is alright in D block…Do you know what happened anyways?"

She shook her head. I have been with you since I first heard everything." I agreed with a nodded head. I heard the cell block door slam closed, Carl and Maggie supporting a wounded Michonne into the cell Beth and I were in. "What happened?" the young girl asked eyeing Michonne's wincing face. I did not stay for the answer and already began my trip to the outside. The sun felt hot on my skin as the smell of summer edged closer. Thinking back to my adolescents summer was my favorite part of the apocalypse. I had never had the chance to experience that blistering heat against my body until now. Washington was damp and rainy, the most sun I got was once every few months and even then it was lower than these degrees in the South.

"Daryl?" I called out looking around the almost abandoned courtyard. "Daryl!" I felt my heart beating ten times faster than it should as the constant worry crept into my mind. Is this why no one came to get me? Had something happened to him?

He emerged from behind the courtyard wall wearing a mask. "I am alright," he said in the process of slipping gloves onto his hand. His eyes met mine, but they did not dare soften. "Really Rose I am." My eyes wandered down to the shovel under his arm. "I have to go dig some graves that is all."

"I was not worried." I crossed my arms in rebellious defiance of emotions. "Who died?"

"Mostly Woodbury residents…" he looked around for any sign of wandering walkers. I could see the protection laced deep into his eyes something I had gotten used to. I enjoyed his attention of me.

My arms reached out to grab him into my embrace. "I love you," I nuzzled my head into his chest.

His hand hesitantly ran down the length stopping confused when it ended shorter. "I love you too." He pulled away from my hug and stalked off to the fence. I had finally remembered to ask him what had happened, but it was too late and I wanted to return back inside. My stomach gave a rumbling sensation and a sudden kick from the baby with protest for food. I wish I could supply it more but rations prevented most of the required nutrition. This always made me think back to Lori, how I had always dedicated half of my meals for her. Always anything I did seemed to be for her safety. Did I always feel that pity I feel now for the pregnant woman? My heart gave a wrenching pull and I begged my thoughts to stop guilt pressing into my eye sockets and rub cages. Weak points to an overrunning thought process.

"Do we have any peaches?" I asked suddenly spotting Carol sorting through food and clothes. "I have the worst craving for peaches."

The woman did not glance at me. "No, but we have some pears."

I sighed. "Okay," She opened up the can and handed it to me with a fork stuck through the middle. I watched her work while I ate. I tried to guess what she was thinking of me every time her cold stare met mine. Was she honestly still jealous of Daryl and I? Jealousy is such a high school thing. Or did she think I used the miscarriage as an excuse not to do chores? I had forgotten to mention to every one of the rebirth. Maybe a secret was what I needed. I did not need anyone to pity me for the pregnancy. I stuck a sliced pear into my mouth staring down at the now empty can suddenly really sad by its void state. I was so confused. I did not know what to do with myself. I was this empty can. Useless, unwanted, just garbage now that I was handicapped with child. I could not go and help them dig graves, or clear cell blocks, or take out walkers at the fence. I could not clean up, or farm, or fetch water. I was just an empty can. Everyone was doing something no matter what it was, I was just dead weight. I left the can sitting there as Carl walked in carrying planks of wood. I could hear Judith crying the minute I stepped into out cell block, then came Beth trying to soothe her. "Is she alright?"

Beth nodded not looking at me as Judith's face became red with agony. "Just senses distress I think. She just ate, and I changed her thirty minutes ago." Suddenly the baby gave a cough and vomited all over Beth's shirt. The blonde girl groaned holding out the baby to Michonne. "Can you take her please," she pleaded placing Judith in her arms and walking away past me to find a towel. I stared at Michonne who look ready to just place Judith back on the ground, but instead took one look at that baby girl and tucked her away in her arms. Michonne's shoulders were shaking as she held onto Judith tighter. Beth appeared at my side silently with a towel now on her shoulder, our eyes met and we both walked away from that cell leaving Michonne to cry with Judith in her arms. "Think she is okay?"

I shrugged leaning against the door post of a cell. If I peered inside no doubt it would be Maggie and Glenn's. "She will be okay. She has to be."

"I wondered if she should be that close to Judith though…"

My eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Beth opened her mouth but just then the door of the cell block slammed closed and Daryl's huffing breath was heard as he searched for us. "Beth," he grabbed the young girl's arm. "Go to the warden's office, and take Judith. Maggie will come by later to give you some clothes and supplies for Judith, just go now." He pushes the girl away and turns to me. I watch Beth flee into her cell and then out of the cell block in a blur of blonde. "Follow her, but do not go into the same room."

"What happened?" I asked feeling his fingertips soft on my skin as he tried to drive me into the direction Beth went. Such a a day of confusion.

"Please," he whined, "Just do this for me."

I stepped away from him. "Will you come tell me why I have to leave?" He nodded and I turned around walking towards where ever Beth ran off too. She must know where it was if she had the confidence to not ask for instructions on how to get there. This must be from something that went on in D block. Mostly Woodbury residents had died in that attack, so how did this affect me. I was not upset about them. I know I should not be thinking like this but my hatred for their ignorance was a hard flame to extinguish. It was the same hate I held for Andrea slightly diminished by her brutal death…but it was still all the same. They could have helped Glenn, or Maggie. They could have helped Merle, Milton, all these people that man killed or hurt in any way. They trusted him, they believed in him. It sickened me. I twisted the knob of the door pulling it open andtaking a step inside closing the wooden door behind me. It was slightly dark in the room; the only light present was a small window behind a desk. The room must have been illuminated by lamps or lights judging by the burnt out bulbs in them. A mahogany desk sat just to the right of the door. Papers were still present, so were the pens, name tags, paper clips, badges, and a half drunken moldy coffee cup. I fell back into the plush swivel chair spinning until my legs were hidden under the desk, and then I dug into the drawers. Prisoner files were layered like cake inside the bottom left drawer. I wonder if I got bored if I would read through them all…In the drawer above that were more personal items; a tie with a brown stain on it, a packet of sugar, a wooden moose from some park reserve, a blue ribbon that read 'best dad', and a photograph of a woman, little girl, and a dog. So sentimental. I slammed that drawer fairly quickly. The top drawer on the right held a wooden box that was locked with no key present. Next to that was a large chain of keys which most likely opened the box, but my time here was limited. A file lay underneath with big red letters across it saying 'classified', and more files under that. I closed that one pulling the drawer underneath it open finding what I truly was searching for, a hand gun. I leaned back against the black chair turning the gun over in my hands before setting it in front of me on the desk. "Hopefully daddy is okay," I cooed running a hand over the length of my belly feeling the rustle going on inside. "I know…I am worried too." I let my head rest against the back of the chair closing my eyes. "I am worried too."

I heard knocking. It was soft, but loud enough to wake me from my confused sleep. My knuckle dug into my eyes as I furiously rubbed the sleep away as best as I could. I groaned as I stood up walking to the door to pull it open, but his hand shot out to stop me from doing so. "Don't open it."

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Daryl, what's going on?"

His head's outlined became darker as he pressed his forehead to the fuzzy glass window. "There is something going around. It is a flu circulating around in D block, Patrick had it…you probably don't know him, but he was from Woodbury. It's a virus, and it is really contagious. You'll start coughing, being weak, and get a fever like a normal flu…but then you'll start choking on your own blood; it causes anemia, or hypoglycemia. You'll die from the symptoms Hershel says…and you know what happens when you die."

I took a sharp breath. "You turn."

"Beth is in the room just down the hall with Judith, Carl is coming in here soon, and so is Hershel. We need- I need you to stay in here." His hand left the doorknob. "I need you safe, even from me. I was in there, I could get you sick. You need to stay healthy."

I swallowed back my questions and pleas. "How is Keegan?"

He must have been taken aback by the question for it took a few minutes to find the right words. "He-He is alright for now. We got him out of there in time."

"What do you mean 'in time'?"

"Don't think too much about it Rose, please for me? We'll take care of everything on this side while you get ready for that baby…" He avoided my question something I would ask about every day until told what happened to my brother.

I shook my head rubbing my eyes together with my two fingers. "What are we even going to name it?"

"Something meaningful." I wish I could see the smile that was present in his face. "I'll come back later." I wanted to kiss him goodbye or tell him I love him but he was away before the words dislodged from my throat. My fist curled up against themselves as I rested my head on the door frustration shaking my body like a tidal wave. He must know I would not accept my quarantine, he must know I hated not being able to help; he must know I would sooner or later leave my containment.