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"C-- carl. Your jacket." I request, and he hands it over within seconds. "It's a girl." I say while checking, and he almost smiles.

Carefully, I take the cloth and wrap it around her fragile body, cradling her in my arms, gently. "Shh sh." I attempt to comfort the newborn, and, surprisingly, she quietens down. Tears brim my eyes, and I inhale shakily.

How am I gonna tell Rick?

I hear distant screams and immediately stand up, rocking the baby back and forth.

"Carl, we need to go." He hesitates at my words, looking down at his mother.

"I need to. I need to make sure that she doesn't - " his bottom lip begins to tremble. I make sure that he doesn't break completely, simply nodding. I agree. He needs to do it. It can't be Rick.

I move up the steps slightly and place my hand against one of its ears to prevent the noise sensitivity from damaging her ears and moments later hear a loud bang. All of the muscles in my body flinch at the loud noise, and the small baby in my arms starts screaming again.

"I know. I know, sweety." I cradle her and shush her gently until her screams are now soft cries.

Carl walks back moments later, the thirteen year old having solemn tears rolling down his cheeks while attempting to keep a straight face and going in front of me.

"Ready?" He asks shakily, and I nod, signalling that i am indeed ready.

he unhinges the rope from the door and kicks it open quickly. His gun is raised, but i know that he doesn't want to shoot. His baby is sister behind him.

Thank god for Glenn's arrows. We make it out in less than five minutes, the light dazzling us compared to the dimmed darkness of the concrete tunnels.

Everyone's gaze is on us. Including ricks. My mouth trembles, trying to say something but unable to do so. All I can seem to muster is a pathetic excuse for a whimper.

"Where's Lori..?" Rick asks, already knowing the answer but still asking, seeing the bloodied baby.

"She's - she didn't.... she had to have a c section." The words leave my mouth with a little sob, both hands holding the baby girl in my arms.

"No." Rick immediately sheds tears, sobbing moments later. "No, no, no, no!" He crouches slightly, clear despair and sadness in his expression. He falls to the floor, sobbing hysterically.

My limbs feel weak, but I am still standing, crying gently to myself while comforting the small child that I'm cradling, it's head resting on my arm.

Carl asks to hold her, and so I pass her to carl, running to my dad and immediately wrapping my hands around him. "I had to. I had to, I'm sorry." I sob into his shoulder, and he rubs my back comfortingly.

"I know. It's okay." Dad shushes me as I cry until no more tears can physically fall from me.

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After half an hour of standing in the courtyard,  my dad goes to see if Rick's okay. "Rick. Rick, you hear me?" But he earns no response, Rick seems to be staring into the unknown distance.

"What're we gonna feed her?" Dad questions, and everyone looks at me like I would know. Surprisingly, Beth is the one to speak up.

"She'll need baby formula. Fast." I nod at the assumption, and I shake my head.

"We aren't losing her. We can't. I'll go for a run." My dad doesn't look hesitant at his statement. "And may, you ain't goin. I almost lost you today. Ain't gon' take any more chances."

I don't argue, knowing that I won't win either way.

Just as we head into the prison, now being cleared, I hear my dad's motorbike engine fading into the distance.

As soon as we make it in, I get carl to hold the sleeping baby while I wipe it down a little so that it isn't covered in.. stuff.

By the time we eventually finish and have het dressed, dad arrives with some baby formula.

Beth is quick to mix the powder with water, me holding the bottle once it's done. That's when I hear footsteps emerging from the distance. It's Rick.

He's now changed out of his white shirt and is in a plaid one instead. Tears brim his eyes gently once he sees his daughter.

"You wanna gold her?" I smile softly at him, knowing what he's been through and respecting it.

"Yeah." He replies, smiling back at me. I slowly hand him the clothed baby, and he holds her in his arms before smiling and looking at everyone else. "Hey." He whispers ever so slightly to her. Then he holds her to him, embracing her softly. It makes us all want to smile, but we let him enjoy His moment.

I have a feeling that we'll sleep well tonight.

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It's the next day. Me and Glenn decided to go out on a run for more baby formula, the baby having almost finished the last two boxes.

We're at a shop just a ten minute drive from the prison. Maggie wanted to go with Glenn, but instead, they agreed that i would go. I needed to get out of the prison before I thought too much.

"Be ready for... anything." Glenn says jokingly in a menacing voice. I smile at him childishly, giggling slightly.

"Oh yeah, of course there will be herd in the baby shop." I nudge him gently.

He rolls his eyes playfully before opening the door. I have my bow and arrows at the ready, but I doubt there will be anything there.

Nothing is there besides baby formula heaven.

"Well, we'll just hit the powdered formula jackpot." Glenn smiles.

"Thank the Lord. I don't know how many runs I can do anymore. I just want peace, i guess." I groan to hike and he smiles.

"Well, peace you will get." Glenn mocks my British accent while we both grab baskets to fill of baby formula. Soon enough, our baskets are filled, and we're opening the car doors to take the formula home.

"Oh my god." I venture deeper into the shop. There's batteries and canned food lining the shelves. There's so much of everything.

"They'll be so happy back at home." Glenn smiles at me, and I nod.

That's when an unfamiliar voice calls out aggressively.

"And where is it you good people are calling home?" Immediately, I drop my basket and pull up my bow, an arrow already loaded.

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A/N:
Merleeeee