All Out War

Chapter 26

Tara was not happy. And I understood why. This asshole had taken one of the sweetest and the most helpful person we'd ever come across, away from us. Not to mention Tara truly loved her. I wanted him dead too. For all he took when he was with the Saviors. Scott was right. There was a chance that he could turn on us too. But for the time being, we had to put all of that aside. We had to focus on getting to Hilltop and figuring out how to finish Negan off. I understood what Carl was talking about. But peace was going to need to be reached without him. He was the one who was responsible for the Saviors' existence in the first place. He had to be punished. Severely. My head came back to the present.

"The swamp isn't far from here," I said.

"She's right. Let's get going," Daryl said.

The group stood up and I went over to Carl and Judith. We started walking.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Really want to get back to Hilltop," he said.

"Cause of Enid?" I teased.

"Not just her. Maggie and the others. Maybe dad and Michonne are there already," he retorted.

"Right. Maybe. But it's mostly for Enid," I teased again.

"Shut up," he said nudging me.

I chuckled and got him to give me a little smirk. I was anxious to see both Enid and Maggie. I wanted to know how they were doing and I wanted to share that I was expecting as well. The thought of our kids growing up together made me extremely happy. I was excited to say the least. There was suddenly a strong, vile stench that invaded my nostrils. I stopped and covered my nose. I looked around. We had found the swamp. I started to feel nauseous again. I leaned against a tree and braced myself for a repeat of the day I found out I was pregnant.

"Amelia?" Carl said.

"I'm okay...I'm...it's okay," I said.

"Daryl," he called.

"Carl, no. I'm fine," I whispered.

But Daryl came rushing to my side.

"What is it?" he asked placing his hand on my cheek.

"It smells like shit," I chuckled.

"I think she was getting ready to hurl," Carl said.

"Thanks, Carl," I retorted.

"You need to take a break?" Daryl asked.

"No. Let's just keep moving. The smell got to me. That's all," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah. The nausea is already dying down. I swear," I said truthfully.

He knew me well enough to know when I was lying and when I was telling the truth.

"All right. But next time you feel that way, you tell me. You hear?" he said.

"Yes, love," I said.

He rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead. He moved to the front of the group again. We ventured further until Daryl signaled for us to stop. I pulled my knife out again and followed him. He looked back.

"Stay back," he whispered.

"No. Let's see what it is we're dealing with," I said.

He nodded. We reached the edge of the water and the growling began. A walker came up from the water and reached for us. With one quick motion, Daryl had pierced an arrow in its head.