We sat there for a while. My head against his shoulder, his head against mine. We sat there talking to each other, and not talking at all. He told me about alcoholic Bob and the voice on the radio. I told him of my visiting hours with Keegan and venturing outside with Carl. We listened to each other, and didn't listen at all. Peace was all I could feel for those silent moments with him drinking in all the serenity we shared in our conversation, the calmness in our voices as we slowly watched the sun peek over the trees. The dark blue sky spilt into oranges, yellows, and pinks a great big lantern taking over for the moon as guide. I had never been more at ease than here with him. "This world was the only one I saw a sun rise in." I tell him, he mumbles back lazily. "I never had a reason to wake up this early." I could feel him dozing beside me trying carelessly to fall asleep. How selfish of me to not allow him resting hours, but he had never asked to go back inside. My poor darling, so worn, so teased…

"Alright you two?" I hear a voice from behind and toss my head over my shoulders to meet Michonne's eyes. "Want to come help clear some of these bodies away?"

I turn back to Daryl. "You should go help."

He snorts. "Me? You go help." He leans backwards resting his head on crossed arms.

"I helped them yesterday, it's your turn." I smirk patting his midriff before climbing onto my feet.

Daryl groans before following the same process. "It better not be like this when Daryl Jr. comes out. I am not changing diapers…"

I scoff. "First of all, it will be a mutual decision on who does what. Second thing, we are not naming this child Daryl Jr. No matter what gender it is."

"It could be a girl name you know," he wraps his arm around my shoulder yanking me towards him.

"Rick and Carl got rid of all the walkers at the fences." She pointed to the broken down metal. "Hershel took most of the walkers out in Cell Block A and saved Glenn plus all the other sick inmates…" Michonne told us after just throwing another dead body onto the back of a truck. "He really is something ain't he?"

I looked up at Daryl a slight scowl in his face no doubt he was thinking of where I was in all this. I wanted to tell him I was out of harm's way and inside the administration building, but even then I had entered Cell Block A and put myself in danger for wants of seeing Keegan. Why could I never stay put? I knew what I did was wrong, I see the irresponsibility in my actions, but it was hard to change. It was trying to break myself off a habit, like heroin, it was difficult. Motherhood had to mature me or else I could cause death to my family. I reach down and grab his hand. Hershel began walking towards us a worn out expression on his face. "How are Alice and my brother?"

"Alice is breathing on her own again and your brother is doing just fine looking after her." He squints in the sunlight. "They all seemed stable enough for me to get some air."

Daryl looked at. "Keegan's a tough son-of-a-bitch."

"He is." Hershel smiled.

"You're a tough son-of-a-bitch," he pointed at Hershel.

Hershel smiled even wider. "I am."

"Where's Carol?" he asked suddenly and my eyes met Hershel's in slight panic. He hadn't known. "In A-Block with Lizzie?"

"Talk to Rick." He walked passed us. "She's alright, just talk to Rick." I heard Michonne ask him if he wanted to come burn the bodies and Hershel gave an excited 'Hell yeah' back.

Daryl stepped away. "Will you go back into C-Block while I help Tyrese dig some graves?"

I smiled. "Of course." I leaned upward and kissed him, we were both relaxed from worry. I turn on my heels and walk to my Cell Block which had not been visited since the flu outbreak. It was still as dark and gray but the gloominess had edged away refilled by a feeling of safety and sanctuary. How much this prison had become a home to me? Just a while back ago we were just cozying up at Hershel's farm and now look at us. Look how much we grown in size and in integrity.

"Rose." Beth screams to me running from the other end of the cell block into my arms.

I close my eyes wincing from slight strain of the hug. "I saw you yesterday Beth…"

"Yes but that was through a closed door." She smiled pulling away. "Judith is sleeping upstairs." She looked down at my stomach. "Can't wait for that one to be up there with her."

I roll my eyes at her fantasies. "I thought I went into labor last night, but it was just one of those flukes you know..." I frown fearing the pain of child birth. We had Alice though…and medical supplies. Yet still thoughts of Lori's untimely death flooded into my memories. Would I have to go in the same way she had? Would my child grow up without a mother? This prison was safe though, she still died, but that was an accident.

"You're worried aren't you?" Beth questions staring into my eyes. "Don't worry. We're here. We are safe here." She reaches out gripping onto my shoulder, it was then I realized Beth and I were the same height. "Rose, don't worry." I nodded my head refusing to speak afraid I may vomit from nerves. Beth looks behind me. "Where's Daryl?"

"He went to go dig some graves," I say. "I'm going to lie down I don't feel so well." I leave her and walk up the stairs back into Daryl and I's cell. His stuff is back in here as well as mine; Beth or someone else must have brought it back while we were outside. I lay down on the bed reminiscing for a few minutes before I was out like a light.

"Run!" he shouts sprinting ahead of me.

"I am trying to," I chase after him. "Don't go so fast." The faster I ran the farther away he got. It seemed like every time I was nearly close to him his feet sped up throwing him away from me. Then suddenly he vanished from view all together and I was back in the dark woods listening to the munching sounds. I knew not to follow it but it kept getting louder and louder. This time when walker Daryl reveled its food it was Beth lying lifeless on the ground and me who had to shoot her.

I awoke to a shaking sound just outside the prison. My mind flees into a numb state as Philip comes into thought. He can't come back now, not at this time. I swing my legs over the bed and jog from the room, down the steps, and to the door. If he was out there he would most likely expect a war. People would be shooting, people would be yelling; this very building would be collapsing. This is the situation Daryl wants me away from; this is not something I can just run out into. I had to stay in this Cell Block. I had to stay away from whatever was going out there. If Daryl needed me he would fetch me, for he would know where I am supposed to be. I stay put this time. This baby would need its mother and father, so this makes me stay planted to the ground. Curiosity gets the best of me for some parts and I slid the rusted door open to just see where this event was lying. I stayed partially behind the door to Cell Block C just peeking down across the field. The Governor stood just outside the fences flanked by men, cars, and a tank. No doubt they would be armed and ready to shoot at any objection by us prison folk. I felt my heart pumping in my ears, my hands sweating with anxieties, no matter what he wanted to say it would end in something bad. Now I had the right to worry.

"Rick!" he called out loudly from atop of his tank. "Come down here. I want to talk."

Kind of a short filler before the prison fall.

The cliff-hanger for the next chapter is going to kill you all :)

Any guesses on who Rose will get split up with when everything goes down...she may not be able to stay with Daryl

Guesses on genders for Baby Dixon? Or more names? I love the ones you guys are giving me 3

Any death predictions?

Lots of love xoxo-kate