𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ➵ (𝐓𝐖𝐃)

𝐕𝐈

Ada

๋࣭ ⭑⚝

I sat at a table, eating 'breakfast'. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Carl stood close by against a wall, on full alert, and Hershel was wrapping the wound of one of the people we rescued.

"You can take those stitches out in a week or so." He says to the man. 

"Pretty nice having medical training." One of the other men says to Hershel.

"It'll only get you so far," Hershel says.

"You got bit." The same man asked, gesturing towards Hershel's missing leg. Hershel nodded in response.

Beth then walked into the room, holding Judith in her arms, causing the new people to be surprised. 

"How old is the baby?" The woman asked. 

"Barely a week," Hershel answered. 

"To be honest, we never thought we'd see another baby." The woman walked towards Beth, in awe. "Beautiful. How are you feeling?"

Beth looked shocked for a moment before responding. "She's not mine." She says. 

"Where's the mother?" The woman asked.

The group's silence was enough.

"Sorry." The woman apologized.

I looked at Carl, feeling embarrassed for her, and sorry for him. 

Finishing my breakfast, I stood up and walked away from the table, following Beth. Reaching the door, I gestured for Carl to unlock it, and he did so, silently. 

"Thank you, kind sir." I grinned. 

He had a plain look on his face and only glanced at me briefly. He's too on edge to pay any attention to my humor. 

I followed Beth into the cellblock and sat with her on the stairs. She smiled as she fed Judith.

"Did you ever want kids of your own, Beth?" I sparked conversation. 

"Yeah, more than anything." She grinned. "I hope one day, I'll still be able to."

"You will." I don't like to tolerate negative feelings. "And, maybe I will too. You know, if I meet a great guy, in a safe place, maybe then."

"Maybe you already met him." Beth giggled a bit.

"What?" I questioned.

"Nothin'." She smirked at me smugly.

Before I spoke again, the cellblock door opened and Hershel and Carl walked in.

Hm. She couldn't mean..?

"How is she doing?" Hershel asked.

"Amazing, how 'bout yourself?" Ada joked.

Hershel smiled at her, appreciating her humor. 

"I meant the baby, but that's great to know as well."

"She's doing well," Beth answered. "We have enough formula for a while, we'll be alright."

"Good. Good." Hershel says, and then walks away into a cell, to rest I presume.

I stood up from my spot on the stairs and walked into my own cell. As I reached the door to my cell, I noticed Carl following behind me. I turned around to face him. "What's up? Finished your guard duties so soon." I joked.