Daryl's POV (short):
When we walk into the cell block, the only sound bein heard is the baby cryin. Poor thing is probably starving.
England calls Beth over as soon as we enter the room, everybody sittin around the table watching everything. I walk over to Carl and take the baby out of his arms, letting 'im rest. Been a long time since I held one of these before. I shush the baby, gently rockin her, hoping it'll calm her down.
Beth comes towards me, and gives me the bottle. I gently put it in 'er mouth, she finally quietens down, probably feeling relieved to have some food in 'er. I look around, everybody watchin me. I look at Carl.
"She gotta name yet?" I ask 'im. He shakes his head.
"Not yet... But I was thinking maybe Sofia? Then there's Carol, too. Then... Andrea, Amy, Jacqui, Patricia...Marie." He turns to look at England, she gives 'im what seems to be a small smile before he looks back at me. "Or... Lori, I don't know." I nod, slowly and look at the baby.
"Yeah... You like that? Huh? Little ass-kicker." I say, Yeahh. I look at everybody. "Right? That's a good name, right?" You can hear everybody laughing and Englands sends me a smile. "Little ass-kicker, you like that, huh? You like that sweetheart?"
I officially gave 'er a nickname, seems to me everybody enjoys it. Especially this baby's siblings.
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Third POV:
Everybody sits around the so-called "kitchen" room of the prison, enjoying the breakfast Beth had cooked up for them. It wasn't much, but it was enough to satisfy them a little bit. Carl and England sit next to each other on the round table, Daryl on the stairs as he watches them.
After yesterday, he feels as if he needs to keep a close eye on them and the baby, and can't have them slipping off, not like their father. Daryl may not be able to control what Rick decides to do in order to mourn over the loss of his wife, but he's gonna make sure that his kids don't fall off the rail with him.
Footsteps can be heard, everybody turns to look as Rick opens the cell blocks door and enters the "kitchen".
"Everybody okay?" He asks. England looks away from him and down to her bowl, suddenly she's not feeling so hungry. She still can't bear to look her father in the eyes. It hurts to even hear his voice and for her to look at his face? No thank you...
"Yeah, we are." Maggie responds.
"What about you?" Hershel asks as Ricks walks more into the room, standing next to Carl.
"Cleared out the boiler block."
"How many were there?" Daryl speaks out.
"I don't know..a dozen, two dozen...I have to get back, just wanted to check on Carl." He pats his son on his back and looks at England who stays staring at her food. Rick nods his head coming to the conclusion that she's not going to look at him. After everything, it hurts him that his daughter can't look him in the face.
He doesn't blame her or Carl for what happened. He just needs time to get himself back together, so he can be stronger for his children...especially for his newborn baby.
Rick starts to walk away when Glenn stands stopping him.
"Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies. Okay? You don't have to."
He shakes his head.
"No, I do." He walks to Daryl. "Everyone have a gun and knife?"
"Yeah.. We're running low on ammo though."
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Fanfiction"Did ya ever have a bad time? I mean before ya stopped going, ya both always came back with huge smiles on ya faces. Ya always had good stories to tell." Glenn chuckles, looking at the sleeping England, who's head lays on my shoulder. "Yeah...we a...
