𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S3: Sleepwalker

(Naomie)

Carl moves to stand beside Hershel and Beth, while I go over to Daryl. He doesn't ask what happened because he already knows. He checks my arms for bites or scratches and pulls me into his side.

My eyes search the prison. Carol, T, and Mrs. Lori are the only ones missing. Even the prisoners are out here. I feel pain in the back of my eyes as I look around Daryl for any sign of T or Carol. The gate on the fence is locked, which means T managed to close it like he planned, but then where is he? Where's Carol?

They can't both be dead right. Maybe they're still inside... maybe they're hiding like we did.

"T, Carol?" I mumble looking up at Daryl. His eyes drop and with a single shake of his head a sob escapes again.

T just saved my life. We just talked and I told him he was my best friend. Carol was finally starting to be happy again, and Mrs. Lori was having a baby, and her and Rick were talking again. Why do these things have to happen the moment we're happy.

Daryl rubs a hand up and down my back. Then another hand- Beth's- lays on my shoulder. Her other arm wrapped tightly around Carl.

Rick is still staring into space, everyone has tried to call his name but he isn't responding. He sways back and forth looking up into the sun.

Daryl slides me beside Beth and Carl. He hands me his bow and moves to Rick, crouching in front of the man, waving a hand back and forth in front of his face. "Rick! Rick, you with me? Rick?"

"Here." Maggie says handing Carl the baby. I wipe my tears and try to smile at the little thing. Her tiny feet kick out hitting my shoulder due to how Carl stands. Carl gives her his finger to hold onto.

"Let me see the baby." Hershel tells him. Carl walks the baby over to him. Hershel lays two fingers on the baby's chest, and then checks to be sure everything else looks okay.

"What we gonna feed it?" Daryl asks moving back over to us.

"She." I correct under my breath.

"We got anything a baby could eat?"

"The good news is she looks healthy. But she needs formula, and soon or she won't survive." Hershel explains.

Daryl shakes his head, taking his bow from my hands and swinging it over his shoulder. "No. No way. Not her. We ain't loosing nobody else I'm going for a run."

"I'll back you up." Maggie says.

"I'll go to." Glenn adds.

"Okay think where we're going. Beth." Daryl pulls Beth to the side. I turn back to the baby acting like I'm not listening. "Kid just lost his mom. His dad ain't doing so hot, Naomie's still processing ever-."

"I'll look out for them." Beth cuts him off.

"Okay, thank you." He goes to walk off but turns back to her again. "And... get her to clean off her hands."

Oh right... blood.

"Got it."

Daryl points a finger off to the prisoners who are standing to the side unsure of what to do. "You two get the fence, two many pile up and we got ourselves a problem. Glenn, Maggie, vamos."

"Rick, no." I say, as the man snatches his axe from the ground and storms back into the prison. He looks angry now. "You don't want to!"

"Get the gate. Come on, we're gonna loose a life!"

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"Have you been thinking of names?" I ask, looking back to Carl. The baby's in his arms-sleeping- and he's been rocking her back and forth for a while now.