FALLING APART daryl dixon

t h i r t y - f o u r - What if?

Their time on the road was not kind to the group. Eight months with no place, no safe space... No sanctuary, in this world is a long time. It felt like a decade, a lifetime.

But it was only for months. That's how long Rick and his group had been on the road, constantly trying to find a new home to set up and stay, for safety, but mostly, for Lori to give birth.

After the fall of the farm and the murder of Shane Walsh, the twenty four year old Alycia Grimes saw only darkness. She realized how unforgiving this world is. How much blood had been shed and how much more was to be spilled. She wondered who else's blood would be on her hands?

She dreamed of Shane. He haunted her. The scar on her hand proved that Shane would always be a part of her.

She couldn't stop worrying, she worried about her mom, about Carl, about her friends, her family, Daryl.

She worried for them.

About losing them.

All infected, Rick said.

All of them.

They were all infected, it didn't matter who they died, they would become that.

She couldn't stop thinking about the baby in her mother's belly, what if, is the question that came to her head. What if the baby doesn't make it? And her mother didn't make it?

What.

If.

Her bump is growing up faster than ever. The group trying to get off of the road before she popped. Giving birth in a car, or in a tent in the woods wasn't something that they would expect, or what was best for the baby, or even her.

Then again, what if?

Everyone in the group was exhausted, starving and just overall fed up of being on the road. After having to abandon the farm, losing most importantly Shane and Andrea, the group had become closer, having to be stuck in a car with each other twenty-four seven.

Everyone seemed to be fine with each other, well, everyone except for Rick and Lori, who had fallen out after the death of Shane.

Rick kicked a door open and they all filled into the house. Rick fired one silenced shot in the first walker's head while T-Dog swiftly killed the other with a fire pick.

Alycia went up the stairs, her knife in hand. She and T-Dog quickly went upstairs. The house was cleared. Daryl Dixon follows right behind them, watching his girl slam down the walkers, he gives her a smirk, he always liked to see her in action, it kind of turned him on. Alycia rolled her eyes at the sight of the man who watched her, she scoffed.

T-Dog didn't pay much attention to the duo. But they noticed the owl that he had shot an arrow through, hopefully good for their next dinner.

- Clear up here - She called down to the others.

When T-Dog, the Dixon and the young Grimes girl came back downstairs, Rick had already begun ushering the others in, who were carrying their things into the house, tiredly.

Daryl followed Alycia into the main living area, before taking a seat next to her. They didn't show too much affection in public, it wasn't their style. Besides, no one really knew what happened between them, just Glenn, or Maggie. The others suspects. But her parents didn't really know about it.

Alycia leaned to the wall behind her and closed her eyes for a second, that was until she heard a can opening. She looked to where Carl sat by her and was opening a can of dog food.

He grabbed a spoon from his bag. Her eyes moved to her dad when he moved towards them. He picked up the can and looked at it before flinging it into the fireplace.