After the events of the first season, Winona and Clementine regroups with Omid and Christa, but Omid is killed during a rest stop. Months later, Christa, Winona and Clementine are seeking refuge in Wellington, Ohio but are separated by scavengers. A...
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Omid, Clementine, Winona and a visibly pregnant Christa walk up to a nearby gas station. Omid and Christa are discussing baby names while Winona has Sequoia a 8 month old baby girl in a cradleboard on her back. A cradleboard It's a baby carrier. A cradleboard is what Native American women carried their babies in. (This might also be called a cradle, baby board, baby basket, or, incorrectly, papoose). The construction consisted of a rigid frame made of wood or basketry fibers that served as the backing for a bag-like container that held the baby. The babies are well protected —kept tightly swaddled (laced-in) and calm, resting on soft padding. In winter, the iná (the mother) might have her baby be further surrounded with fur. A top hoop or roll bar safeguarded the babies head and also offered shade. The babies enjoyed the bright colors of the embroidered wrappings and board coverings and the hanging adornments the mother might have added as amusements and spiritual protectors. While a baby usually looked out at the world from the cradleboard on the mother's back, the carrier's rigidity also meant the baby could be propped up against a tree or even hung safely from a branch.
"What do you think?" Omid asks. "Omid, you can't be serious." Christa said. "I am!" Omid said. "We are not doing that." Christa said. "Why not?" Omid asks. "Because!" Christa said. "Come on, Christa. What's wrong with "Omid"?" Omid asks. "We're not calling our baby Omid. One of you is enough. Clementine? Winona? A little help here?" Christa asks. "Omid the II." Omid suggests as Winona tries to hold back her laughter. "No." Christa said. "Omid Junior." Omid suggested. "No!" Christa said. "You have to admit, it has a ring to it." Omid said. "Yeah, the ring of an egotistical maniac." Christa said.
"What if it's a girl?" Clementine asks. (Christa will remember that.) "Then we name her Christa." Omid said. "But I'm Christa. I don't want to call her Christa." Christa said. "To be honest having two Christas will be confusing." Winona spoke up. "So name her Genevieve. I don't care!" Omid said. "How can you not care?!" Christa said as Winona Shakes her head in amusement. "Hey, you're gonna have to talk to this person for years. You get a vote." Omid said.
"You're not taking this seriously." Christa said. "I take everything seriously. Especially little Omid's future." Omid said. "Keep talkin' and you'll be sleeping in the rain tonight. Remember that time in Barstow?" Christa asks. "Vegas weekend." Omid said. Christa and Winona enters one of the bathrooms. "Why don't you, uh... get cleaned up in the girl's room, Clem?" Omid said. "I hope there's running water." Clementine said. "I wouldn't count on it. Just be careful, and make sure to keep track of your things. We'll be right next door." Omid said.
