The incident with the barn happened - Sophia, Carol's daughter died, along with everyone else in the barn, including two children of Meredith's and Hershel's..

It was felt by everyone, a lot of anger was thrown at everybody.

Hershel had examined Lori, and kept an eye on her during her pregnancy. Carl wasn't sure what to think about the pregnancy, Dixie was slightly happy. Rick was more protective now more than ever.

Dixie had noticed changes going on her body. She was tired all the time, and sore. Hell, her breasts even grew a cup size, that caught her off guard, but she went with it, because shew as so focused on everything else.

She was in the kitchen helping Meredith with food, when she went knocked the calendar down. She picked it up. "You keep track?"

"Good idea, now that Lori is pregnant." Meredith smiled at Dixie. "Know when her due date is.."

Dixie nodded looking at it, looking back." how many weeks have we been here Aunt Meredith?" She said putting it on the table flipping through it.

"It's been…" Meredith smiled looking at it. "Since you guys moved in?"

Dixie nodded.

"About close to 7 weeks almost 8, dear." Meredith smiled patting her back.

"Wow, well… It doesn't seem like it. "Dixie smiled slightly looking. She hung the calendar back up and continued helping Meredith.

"I know it's crazy, isn't it." Meredith laughed working on chopping the potatoes.

Dixie tried ignoring everything going on. She felt sick all the time, along with being stressed out. She was working harder making up for her mom being pregnant and told not to do much. She slid down the ladder to get down it quicker after grabbing some stuff from the loft. She picked up the baskets and carried them back to the camp. She put them down and nodded barely listening.

"Can you go get some more firewood?" Rick asked, they needed more for the night.

Dixie nodded. "Yes." She said, taking a drink of her water, she poured the rest over her head and walked off. She came back, carrying an armful - everyone else was busy. She put the load down, went back and brought a few more loads in. She grabbed the ax and started cutting them down. She was mid-swing, when she felt dizzy. She swung the ax down hitting the wood, and getting it caught.

She was feeling sick, Merle had come over to take over after working in the barn. She was just drenched in sweat. Lori was bringing out some lemon water, along with food for everyone.

"You 'lright?" Merle asked moving the axe away from her.

Dixie closed her eyes, feeling her legs give out. Merle caught her with his good hand and lowered her to the ground.

Rick ran over as Merle kneeled down to her. "She 'ust collapse'." Merel said feeling her head. " She burnin'." He said moving her slightly.

Rick panicked, he picked her up and carried her, running. Hershel watched him put her on the bed in the guestroom he was using as an infirmary, he took her temperature, and frowned. "104."

Rick started helping Hershel strip her down to her tank-top, and shorts. "Have Mer get some towels cool." Hershel said, starting an IV. He noticed she was breaking out in a few hives.

Dixie's temp was finally going down a while later, she woke up a bit and was told she had overworked herself to the point of having sun poisoning. Hershel gave her some homemade Gatorade and kept an eye on her.

"Thank you." Dixie said softly. She was exhausted.

Hershel nodded and stayed with her.

Dixie was laying there doing the mental math from when she was with Negan and from when the incident with Shane happened, she frowned.

About 4 days later, Dixie only had a few bumps mainly on her shoulders, everything else was fine though. She was told to take it easy and to make sure to keep sun block on her, and to come inside the house if she felt off.

{ TWD }

A Week Later :

Rick was outside working on the garden. Lori was over at the chicken pen watching them, Dixie came outside and sat with her dad. "Daddy?" She said softly.

Rick nodded "Yes?"

Dixie finally spoke after a bit. "I.. I'm pregnant." She whispered.

Rick glanced down at her. "Say...that again?" He asked, he wasn't sure if he heard her correctly. 'She couldn't have said what I though she said..' He though watching her expression turn.

"I….I'm pregnant." she admitted again.

Rick rubbed his face and spoke gently, and softly. "Are you positive, Dixie?" Dear God, I'm to young for this shit... I'm 36. I can't be a grandfather already.

Her eyes where misty as she looked up at him. "Yes sir..."

"We….will find out for sure, but for now…. We will keep it between us, okay?" Rick pulled her in for another hug. "Take it

easy." He though it could be Shane's. That son of a bitch. I'd kill him again, if I could.

Dixie bit her lip. "Okay." she said softly. I'm so screwed.. Shane or Negan... Shane is dead, Negan is probably dead.. She though to herself, looking up at Rick. "I'm sorry.."

Rick rubbed her back and sat back with her on the bench. "It'll be alright. Thank's for telling me.."

"I...I hope so." She sighed. "Got talking with Aunt Meredith about keeping track of dates.. It hit me then.."

Rick gave a firm nod, and sighed softly. "We'll figure things out." He rubbed her back. "It's not easy having a baby this young, but it can be done.."

"I hope so.." Dixie laid her head on his shoulder, "I don't...I don't want an abortion..."

"Alright honey." He said rubbing her back more.