I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter! It was a brutal one. There is no way that Callie will be her previous self, her and Rick are getting colder because I want to show how they got to season 3 and those decisions they will make there.

Disclaimer I don't own The Walking Dead, just my ocs and plotlines

TW mentions of Rape

Callie's POV

When she returned to the house, the bodies were dragged in a room, Daryl and T-Dog looking at the bodies. She could feel everyone's eyes on her. The group was all in one room. No one wanted to go upstairs, they didn't want to see the blood splattered walls, which meant it was her safe space for a little bit. It does sound morbid, but she needs to be alone. She needs to feel.

She just walks past them, up the stairs and goes to an empty room. She just sits herself on the floor, not even bothering going on the bed.

She could smell the blood on her. She felt disgusting. She killed all of those people.

She was staring at the wall in front of her when a knock interrupts her, and she looks up at Josie, standing there, a hand on her large stomach.

She didn't want to know what she thought of her right now. It was weird, she liked her, yes, she was attractive and everything, but she thinks that she is only interested, even though that sounds awful. But she didn't know how else to put it. It was after last time when she hated her after she admitted she killed them in the bar. Now here she was, even more blood on her hands than before.

Josie looked at her with disgust in her eyes which was Callie's last straw. Even though she may not have had any.

"You think I wanted to kill all those people?!" She cries at her. She wanted Josie to see it. To see the pain she is in. She was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe. "You think that's what I woke up this morning, like 'hey, you know what would make my day fucking fantastic? A slaughter'." She scoffs, she could feel herself crying. "No, I didn't do that. I had to do this. There was no way in hell we would've got out of this in negotiations. I didn't have a choice."

At this point, she didn't know why she was explaining herself to someone looking at her with so much disgust in her eyes that she couldn't see that she had no choice.

Josie shakes her head in disgust, and Callie felt all of her energy drain out of her. She needs to be alone. She didn't need anyone judging her for her actions, she hates herself enough.

"If you hate me so much, get the fuck out." She seethes at her, she has never felt this kind of rage ever in her life. "GET OUT." She yells and Josie waddles out.

She strides to the door and slams it shut which was the moment she felt like she could breathe. Her head leaning against the door in defeat, her breath coming out shaky as she tried to breathe in deeply to calm herself. She felt bad for yelling at Josie, but it was everything piling up on top of the other, her arguing with her before when she killed those men at the bar, the farm, leading the group, and now killing all those men, it just exploded out of her. She will apologise to her soon, but not yet, she needed to cool off and get a clear head.

"You killed them?" It was a whisper and that was all it took. She just burst out crying. The smell of the oak door hitting her nose. What the hell did I do?

Noa's POV

The cleanup after last night was an experience, they could hear Josie and Callie arguing but no one dared to interfere.

Rick was making sure everyone was alright, mainly his wife and son, while Carl looks as white as a ghost, after seeing the horrors he saw, but she could see some coldness forming behind those eyes. A hardness from the apocalypse. Lori was near him, not being able to hold him due to the hatred he shows for her. Carol was next to her, looking sick.

Summer and Maya were sitting there, looking blankly around. While, Connor looked angry, there was a fire behind his eyes, which no one blamed him for.

Daisy was being comforted by Harriett and Richie, while Damien was helping Daryl and T-Dog with the body cleanup. Jeremy was helping too, she could see the guilt in his eyes. He was worryingly looking at Amy, after the ordeal she went through.

She hasn't talked to anyone yet, just sitting there, but Tabby did look her over, it took some time for her to do a thorough exam but they didn't want to pressure Amy. She doesn't let Jeremy near her, which does hint at what happened, but no one is talking about it for her sake.

Josie came down the stairs, looking more and more uncomfortable and wincing as she walks, which made her a bit concerned. But she would bring it up if Josie was in labour, she wasn't that stupid.

"I can't believe what happened." Josie mutters, walking past her and she nods solemnly.

"I know. I can't believe it, it seems like it was a dream."

Josie huffs. "Yeah, and the way Callie killed them." She mutters in disgust and Noa gives her a quizzical look.

"Look, I don't know what's going on between you two, but Callie saved us. They saved us. We owe it to them by not giving them dirty looks." She states and walks off.

She couldn't believe that woman, she treats Callie like crap, and everyone can see it. But no one does anything about it. It's kind of like a forbidden and toxic love, one minute they love each other, and the next, they are arguing, mainly Josie giving her judgement. She didn't care how blunt she was with the woman, she needed to grow up, it was the damn apocalypse, and if last night was anything to go by, it was a horror fest. It wasn't the old world where we could be disgusted with people murdering others, now, it was considered saving. How the world has changed.

Damien walks back into the Airbnb after burying the last of the bodies, he was covered in snow, and stomps his feet to get the remnants off of him. She was going to go for a walk, but chatting to Damien, might give her some sanity.

"That's the last of 'em." Damien tells her and she nods.

His eye was black from a punch from one of the men last night. He tried to fight back. The only reason they didn't kill any of them was because they wanted to know who the leader was, they wanted to start off with them. She was glad Rick or Callie weren't here to begin with, it gave them all a chance to live.

"We'll never forget what happened last night, especially her." She says, looking over at Amy, who Daisy was braiding her hair, clearly trying to help the older girl out by taking her mind off of it.

"I'm glad they're dead." Damien mutters, a look of disgust on his face and she couldn't agree more.

Callie's POV

She didn't know how much time passed when a knock on the door brings her out of her crying on the floor and she looks up at Daryl.

"You look like shit." Daryl comments and she snorts.

"I feel like shit." She mutters and he sits down next to her. A beat passes and she knew at that point why. "How much did you hear?"

"Enough." Was all that Daryl said and she closes her eyes. It was silent for a moment, the two sitting in the silence of two friends, and he hands her a rag. "Here."

She mutters a thanks and wipes at her face, and sees the rag covered in blood. "On a scale of one to ten, how scary do I look?"

Daryl stays silent for a moment, and she was about to ask again when he spoke up. "A solid fifteen."

She erupts into giggles and she could hear Daryl chuckle lightly before the laughing falls into crying. She killed all of those people. All of them. Even though she let that leader go, she didn't give the others the same choice.

"What ya did tonigh', no one would understand." He says in his gruff voice and she looks at him. "But I would do the same for ya."

She lets her head fall on his shoulder.

"Where did you learn how to fight?" He asks her.

She knew it was shocking to others, she was shocked at what she can do. It was terrifying.

"I didn't."

It was the only answer she can give. Apart from Jeremy teaching her how to use her fists and punching properly without breaking bones. But that was it. It was a scary thought how adrenaline kicks in and you do everything in your power to survive. Maybe she was built for this world?

2 days later

It's been two days since she killed Randall's old group. She did tell Rick who they were, and they agreed to keep that fact between themselves, they didn't want an 'I told you so' from the group. Or more arguing, Randall was dead, Shane was dead, the group was dead. They can move on.

Amy has been talking to her and Tabby, just those two. Jeremy was aggravated by her not talking to him but she had to intervene and talk to him and tell him that she needs time, she went through something horrific and needs to take her time with things. He did agree. It was not her secret to tell, she didn't tell him about that man raping Amy. When Amy is ready to, she'll tell him.

It was their last night in the Air BnB, where so many lives were lost. It was too much for all of them, so her and Rick announced that it would be their last night here and everyone agreed immediately.

They celebrated Christmas, it was a dark one, but somehow, they still managed to smile during that time. Even she managed to crack a smile when gifting the kids a knife each. They had another run, which Maggie and Glenn volunteered with a list of useful Christmas presents.

With what happened that night, it brought them all together. Closer even if that was even possible. Rick and Carl had gotten closer, Carl had forgiven him for Shane which was a good thing for Rick. They had a rocky relationship afterwards but Carl was a kid, he didn't understand, but now he does. After witnessing what he did, all that death. He finally understood that his dad had to kill Shane.

Her and Rick were sitting in the kitchen, going over plans for the next few days, mainly the routes they could take.

"You're a lot like dad." Rick mutters and she looks up at him, her finger still on the map pointing out a street.

"What?"

Rick even looked surprised himself at that revelation, "you're a lot like dad, he was stubborn, headstrong, and always knew what to do."

She smiles at him listing. "I don't always know what I'm doing. Actually I never know what I'm doing." She admits and he smiles at her.

"I doubt that."

Just then Maya runs in looking panicked.

"What's wrong?" She asks the little girl.

"It's my mom. The baby's comin'."

She looks back worriedly at Rick. Oh shit.

Four hours had passed and it was herself and Tabby in the room with Josie as she was pushing, her clenching her teeth and screaming in pain. Tabby was confident enough to do the delivery on her own, but Hershel said he would be outside of the room, just in case they needed him. It took time for her to be ten centimetres dilated, and now, she was ready to give birth to her little girl. Josie was covered in sweat, her hand holding hers, she was giving her some support at least.

"That's it you're doing really well. Just one more push." Tabby urges.

Josie stops pushing, tears streaming down her face and looks at Callie. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She sobs and Callie soothes her by running a hand through her hair.

"You don't have to be sorry." The lie came easy but she didn't want to put her through anymore distress than necessary.

"Okay, you need to push now." Tabby instructs the mother and she does.

Her face scrunches up, as she pushes, sweat dripping down her forehead, her face red. She stops pushing and her head falls back, her eyes closed and Callie looks at her. Wait. Shit that it isn't good.

"Josie." She shakes her but nothing, she quickly feels for a pulse and when she feels it she sighs with relief. Thank god for that. "She just passed out." She tells the doctor but the silence she got in return made her frown.

"Callie." Tabby says solemnly and she looks at her, holding the baby, a lifeless baby.

Oh no.

Hope you lot enjoyed this chapter! A bit of a hard one, considering I did the trauma last one and now another one. I do apologise. But it's a small one. Also I wanted to show Daryl and Callie's friendship a bit more since they've been starved. There will be one more chapter in the winter then we will be on season 3.